The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 27: Shackling the chains of freedom
Krisings...
The sound of iron chains.
In a gloomy place with dozens of pairs of tents lined up together horse carts that contained pitiful people. The place was very crowded, filled with merchants and nobles who were making transactions.
Behind one of the merchants, lined up a large group of people. Their necks were attached to a chain necklace that was connected to the person behind it and so on, binding all the humans that were lined up in long rows.
Slave market, a place for human buying and selling by other humans. Those who had lost everything would end up in this place, including a noble who lost all his dignity for political reasons.
In the ranks of the slaves, one of the fifteen-year-old teenagers, with a handsome appearance, had long reddish orange hair with bright green irises like emerald seeds.
His face was exactly the same as that of a noble boy who had witnessed his father being brutally executed before his own eyes. Ilyasa Bolyevic, the name of the teenager. He was the son of Count Iskandar Bolyevic, who was executed on imperial orders six years ago.
Now the poor boy looked grown up, ill-fated the look on the face of the child looked gloomy, blank look that seemed to have lost its purpose in life. His body was extremely thin, a bony protrusion with a layer of pale white skin, signifying a human who rarely enjoyed a plate of decent food.
While Ilyasa was standing with his lesion staring at the head of a slave in front of him, Suddenly the chains that tied his neck were pulled forward, so that his weak body was also attracted. His head hit the back of a slave in front of him, and vice versa, a slave behind him also hit his head on Ilyasa's back.
"Hey...! hurry up, don't be slow! I'll whip you guys!" Threaten a slave trader from the front, while holding a long rattan whip.
By stroking his hands together, while putting on a fake two-faced smile, he looked at the rich customer's face while saying, "Hehe~ please look first gentlemen, all these are good quality products."
A human being easily considers other human beings like their property, without pity they consider it like a reasonableness.
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Misha's journey took her to where the slaves were being sold. With a look of a flat face, but the heart seems to be torn by compassion for those who are humbled.
...A record of the Mesopotamian civilization of 1860 BC. The story of slavery on earth is but a mere story recorded in the ink of history....
...Slaves without rights, slaves as tools and slaves as the lowest social class. Even their degrees are equivalent to pet stars....
...The slaves of my time were those oppressed by the Bourgeoisie, a more contemporary form of slavery with the impression of using man....
...Even so they are still being paid, whereas this......
...Just looking at it I can't help but endure this sadness......
...It turns out that this is the real appearance of the same slavery in the dark ages of my world.......
...Misha said in an inner sadness that wriggled in her heart....
"What's the matter, my lord?" Danilo asked, astonished to see Misha who immediately stopped her steps.
There was no response from her question, she was staring in the same direction as what Misha saw. A view of the slaves in chains.
Danilo said with a smile, "My master, are you going to buy a slave?"
Instantly Misha widened her eyes, looking at Danilo's face with a hateful look. Seeing the response from the prince's expression, Danilo immediately felt a horror shrouded in fear. Guilt for saying something wrong.
"It is with ease that you speak, as if man had the right to oppress other men," he said immediately into a suppressive tone, "If you consider them not human, if you think they are not human, then right now I'm gonna cut your throat, Danilo!"
Threat Sentence issued just now made Danilo ciut swallow his saliva, imagined the horror of the black bubble on that night.
...I was wrong to say that....
...Next time, I'll take care of this....
...Danilo regretted in his mind....
"Do you think that way too? Sebas." Sebas." Misha asked with the same expression.
"Of course not young master, for me. humans have the same rights as other humans, slavery like this is an atrocity in my opinion," Reply Sebas looked at the hate of the slave traders.
"It has to be like that!" Firmly Misha, then walked towards a tent of one of the slave traders.
Worried that something was wrong, Danilo immediately followed Misha, saying to Sebas who was beside him.
"Mr Sebas! is it okay to leave it like that?" Danilo asked worriedly.
"Well, you'll see" replied sebas with a calm face himself also following Misha from behind.
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"Hallo the merchant... Eh– can I have a look at the products you have?" Misha asked with a big smile, who slid into one of the tents.
"Of course you can, sir! let me accompany—" His joyful words instantly came to a halt, turning into a cynical look after seeing Misha's stature wearing a servant's shirt, let alone her being just a child.
Sebas and Danilo finally caught up with Misha from behind, then confirmed, "Oh master don't consider me just an ordinary servant, I serve one of the great nobles! this time I was sent to buy a slave."
When he heard Misha's words just now, the merchant initially seemed hesitant, but after seeing Sebas and Danilo who were dressed elegantly enough to think that he was the noble in question, his face immediately rejoiced.
"Oh, mr buyer! have a look. All these are quality products! they are healthy, can be used as workers, domestic helpers, even. pleasure materials on the bed can be, hehe~" said the trader, while guiding them towards the line of slaves.
One by one their full dark faces were seen, ranging from a large tall person, with a strong muscle mass to a helpless skinny old man.
...Your eyes are healthy......
...Annoyed Misha in her mind....
...I want them all to fly free from the shackles of this chain... But I have such power....
...For now, I need someone who has a grudge in his heart, whoever it is....
...As long as he has that taste, then I give him a pair of wings....
...Misha said in her mind, glancing one by one the faces of the slaves....
Walking down the line of slaves, but never saw the criteria that Misha wanted. In his eyes he only saw a hint of vengeance and a wisp of despair, as if he had given up on this life.
Feeling uneasy because the customer had not yet chosen one of the slaves, the merchant felt doubtful about the three of them.
Suddenly from the front, a buyer from among the nobility came down from the luxurious horse carriage. Then the servant of the nobleman called to the merchant with a shout, "Hey sir! come...! the Baron wants to buy your slave!"
"Huh? The baron?!" He said with excitement, "Eh— sir. Sorry, I have to serve an important guest up front first, hehe..." Next, a golden gleam gleamed from his eyes.
"All right...! I'll be there soon sir!" Shouted the trader, while walking hurriedly to the front.
...You twitching eyes. I'll remember your fucking face*n....
...Cibir Misha in his heart, after seeing the behavior of the merchant....
"Sir... are we really going to buy one of them?" Danilo asked in curiosity.
"Iya—" His speech stopped.
His eyes finally found a soul shrouded in the flames of revenge, but covered in the liquid of despair, like a terrible pest that grew from losing a glimmer of hope.
That person was Ilyasa, a teenage boy who met his life-saving knight.
...Nah~...
...I don't think you've drowned too far, young man......
...With a little touch you'll be free of that terrible shame....
...Misha said in her heart, looking at Ilyasa's blank gaze with a smile of happiness....
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