Snapping her head right back at Duncan, she looked confused at the sight. Sighing, he began to explain. "Yes...slavery does exist in this world. Although they are no longer considered people after being branded, they do have rights as well, though not as much as free people do..."
As he stopped his speech, he was surprised to see that the surroundings had become quiet. Turning his head, he saw that the rest of the group stared at him, eager to know what he knew. I understand Lewis not knowing that slavery was a thing here, but you guys as well!? Old man, I thought you knew about it! C'mon man!
Exasperated, he felt that he had no choice but to continue his explanation. "Slaves nowadays come in three types:
1) Debt slaves – These are slaves who have accrued a large amount of debt that cannot be settled by normal means and at a normal time. They are one of the most common types of slaves, especially since gambling is one of the main forms of entertainment (except brothels). But not all of gloom and doom, for by Slave Right No. 2, all slaves must be paid a minimum of 10 silvers per month. This allows them to have some sort of personal property for themselves. They can later use this money to redeem themselves, and in that time frame, if the master and the slave fall in love with each other, they are allowed to be husband and wife in name.
2) Criminals – They are of the much worser type. These are usually violent and abhorrent in their behaviours, as most of them were usually bandits (murderers and rapists were usually hung in the middle of the streets). Unlike the first case, they don't get many rights, if any, at all. They are usually relegated to hard labour, or as cannon fodder.
Women are no exception either. There is a famous story of how one man fell in love with a thief, got married, and had his money and life stolen from him. She obviously got axed in the end, but either way, yeesh!"
Wanting to hear the third type, everyone's eyes were now gleaming, except Titus, for he knew well what the third type could be.
Sighing, Duncan continued on. "And the third type is..."
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Thwip!
"Move on, ya mangy mutts! We ain't got all day!"
Whipping the Wulfin elder, the soldier egged them on, ordering them to hurry up and board the ship. Just then, a Wulfin child fell on the ground, scraping her knees. As she began getting up, she stumbled. It turned out that her ankle had gotten broken during the fall, leading to her now being disabled. Just before her mother could pick her up, something managed to fly by faster.
Swoosh!
A ball with long strings went flying. After landing on the ground, the woman peered in closer. When she realised what it was, a horrendous cry came from her mouth.
It was the head of her beloved daughter
"Ahh, shut up! If it wasn't for the Emperor's orders, d'you think I'd give a Goblin's shot about you animals!? Either way, chop, chop, hurry on! The faster you lot go, the quicker we can brand you with the slave marks–"
Swoosh!
An arrow landed right at his forehead. Just before he could register it, the arrow exploded, blowing his head away.
"Shit, we're near the Eroslam Kingdom! That wretched abomination is killing us one by one! Let's run!"
With arrows raining down upon them, they dragged the rest of the Wulfin captives onto the ship, fearing for their lives.
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Atop the ruined towers, a figure lay watching the men frantically drag their prisoners onto their ships. It could do nothing except watch as they fled to the sea, their massive sails billowing in the winds.
Taking one last look, it turned its head, rolling back to its home.