If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

This is barely a good start.

Roman took a closer look at the apostle named Luca and felt that he looked familiar.

He soon discovered that Luca was the first batch of slaves transported.

He was sleeping in the barn now.

There were only about 2,000 people in Sige Town. Roman had seen the appearance of all of them. He had a good memory and vaguely remembered that Luca was a plateau native from the east.

It was a pity that he was unlucky. There was no place for him among the ten slave managers that Roman temporarily arranged.

Now I know that Luca has the potential of a two-star.

I'll arrange him to be the new manager of the barn later.

Roman thought.

After Luke's card dissipated.

The second card also appeared.

A one-star apostle, nothing to say.

The third, fourth, fifth...

All are one-star apostles.

Roman frowned slightly.

But he recruited seven times the first time, and there were also four one-star apostles. Only Dota was valuable.

The sixth card floating above the card pool burst into a rich purple glow!

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

Roman stood up suddenly!

This unusual action immediately attracted the attention of Green and Aaron who were standing on both sides.

They were dressed in silver-white armor, standing tall and looking very eye-catching.

Considering the current atmosphere, the two did not ask Roman what was wrong as usual.

They could only do their duty and act as a front to create a sense of majesty for Roman.

…

Swish!

The purple glow dissipated.

The person on this card was a young man about fourteen or fifteen years old.

He was quite good-looking, with a dark complexion, a young but resolute face, brown hair, and light blue eyes as cold as a knife.

[Four-star Kao (can be given an Apostle code)

Attack: E+, Defense: E, Speed: E, Constitution: E, Energy: E

Talent: Sharpness - Normal attack power increased

Skill 1: Abdominal breathing - Endurance and recovery power increased when used

Skill 2: Blood feud - Attack power greatly increased when angry and searching for enemies]

…

He noticed that the lord stood up and then sat down again.

It was as if the lord just felt uncomfortable sitting, so he changed his posture.

The chair made of bear skin has excellent texture.

I don’t know what it feels like to sit on it.

And they can only stand.

He didn’t know what happened, but he knew that the guards were watching them.

Slaves cannot look at the lord, or even raise their heads. If they are discovered, they will be regarded as an act of transgression and will be scolded or beaten.

They can only lower their heads and shrink their backs like quails, waiting for the lord’s orders.

Slaves should act like slaves!

He remembered the survival rules of this era and made himself more like a slave than a slave.

But he and the other slaves stood for dozens of minutes.

Most of the slaves' legs began to tremble, and he noticed from the corner of his eyes that his sister was also a little unstable.

And the lord still did not give any instructions.

They came here after breakfast in the morning.

Now standing now, the sun has begun to rise gradually, and the sunlight is getting stronger.

Another ten minutes passed.

Some slaves with weak constitutions did not hold on, their legs softened, and they collapsed to the ground.

The guards said nothing, but just dragged them out.

This seemed to trigger a chain reaction.

Most of the slaves began to "collapse" on the ground at the same time, and all of them could not hold on at once.

Idiot!

He cursed in his heart the same words as the lord.

He felt that this was a test, or some kind of selection.

Just like a fishing net only catches big fish. Only worthless small fish can escape from the mesh.

If you don't perform well, you will never be valued.

So he tried to stand up straight and try to be salvaged ashore.

The guards didn't say much, and dragged people out one by one.

After a while, there were only thirty or forty slaves left here.

The sister looked at him for help, her legs trembling, and she also wanted to quit this special torture.

But he didn't agree, but glared at his sister hard.

The sister felt a little wronged, so she had to continue to hold on.

More than ten minutes passed.

All the slaves standing were holding on, and he felt that they were thinking the same thing.

This performance is very likely to determine their future status. If they are a little fanciful, they may get rid of their slave status. Even if they don't, they can get better treatment.

And the slaves who have recovered in the shade gradually came to their senses, and some regretted that they shouldn't have quit so early.

If they hold on, they may get a different look from the lord.

The sun is high.

The sun shines on the body, the temperature is very high, and everyone is sweating.

Plop!

He suddenly saw his sister's body fall down, her eyes closed, and she fainted.

He was very anxious and instinctively wanted to check on her.

Reason held him back.

He couldn't move, and felt very tormented. The sweat on his forehead gathered into a small river, flowing from his forehead to his eyes, which was very rough and made it difficult for him to open his eyes.

But he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it.

A guard also came over, checked his sister's condition, and carried her to the captain, as if saying something.

Soon, a manor maid came over with a bowl of water.

He gradually felt relieved. Without the burden of his sister, he kept his posture with all his heart and soul, lowered his head, and tried to stand as straight as those guards.

As if they were competing, those who were still standing also stubbornly maintained this posture.

But even so, people kept falling down.

This is a challenge about perseverance and will.

And most people in this era have not tempered the spirit of perseverance.

They live, they accept it.

They just choose a less miserable way of life in many miserable lives.

The reason for farming is that if you don't farm, you will starve to death.

The reason for working is that if you don't work, your life will be miserable.

If life is worry-free, who doesn't want to sleep until you wake up naturally?

If you can rest, who wants to persist and fight?

This is human instinct and also the weakness of human nature.

People who can fight against instinct and weakness are always a minority.

He didn't know how long it had been.

He couldn't open his eyes. Sweat flooded his face, making him feel suffocated. His body was scorching hot, as if he was drowning.

His perception of the outside world was not so strong, and his mind was full of random thoughts.

Maybe the noble master had left long ago, why would he continue to waste time with the slaves.

He had heard about this from the winter women who served food these days.

The manor where the lord lived had a large vegetable field.

The parsnips and cabbages they ate were dug from the manor and were all planted by the lord himself.

The meat in the mixed vegetable soup was also the meat that the lord took people to hunt and purchased in large quantities.

So they, the slaves, also benefited from it.

If not... how could slaves in this era eat meat? They were full of gratitude.

He was born on the coast and ate fish every day. He knew that farmers in the inland rarely ate meat.

In fact, the reason they ate fish was because they couldn't afford grain.

Grain and meat were equally precious.

The lord also wants to grow vegetables, which means he is very busy. Maybe he has left a long time ago to harvest vegetables. Maybe he can relax...

He felt his head was hot and confused. He struggled and wanted to give up, but his body did not move.

Cowards, don't think you can defeat me! He said viciously in his heart.

Until someone carried him out.

He finally took a breath, and his eyes closed tightly at some point.

He couldn't open his eyelids and felt dizzy.

Someone next to him handed him a bowl of water. He took it instinctively, shaking his hands, and the water kept dripping, splashing on his wrists and the ground. He didn't care, just drank it in big gulps to moisten his cracked lips.

The moment the cold water entered his throat, his mind became clear.

He opened his eyes and his vision became clear.

He was shocked to find that the person in front of him was the lion-like young lord, who looked not much older than him, but was noble and lofty. He sat on the wide bear-skin chair with a calm demeanor.

The moment that figure came into his sight, his breathing became rapid, as if there was some kind of extremely fatal attraction that made him obsessed and crazy.

"What's your name?"

He heard the lord ask him this.

The lord actually smiled at him, his voice was very soft, and his eyes looking at him were also very gentle.

He was originally very calm!

Reason told him to be calm!

But now he couldn't suppress the excitement and trembling in his heart!

He knew why the slave trader had to kowtow in front of this young lord!

It was because when this figure was placed in front of him, there was really an irresistible charm and momentum, which instantly disintegrated all his psychological defenses and resistance!

Now the lord gave an order to let him launch a life-or-death charge, and he was also willing a thousand times!

He stammered, "Master, my name is Kao...son of the fisherman...Kao Fisher."