The Indomitable Martial King Chapter 196

Carol stood up.

“We have already been doing preliminary work for a long time.”

Even if it was not simply because of his master’s orders, he was in a position where he could no longer bear to see the suffering of a different race. Dwarves are already strangers to him, and other races are the same.

“The Principality of Chatan and Zeppelin are the core of the slavery system that is deeply rooted across the continent, so I thought this day would come sooner or later.”

So, even in the midst of the complicated work of the County of Antares, he was consistently working on the groundwork to save the slaves of different races in the Principality of Chatan.

Carol finished speaking with a cold smile.

“To fell a deep-rooted tree, you have to dry it from the roots and kill it.”

Chapter 30 The Signal of Freedom

One

Zeppelin, the continent’s largest commercial city with a population of 200,000.

Three people were passing through the north gate of Zeppelin, where all kinds of vendors and merchants came and went. There was a large man with a hood over his head, and two large and small people with their faces covered as well.

People who go around with their faces covered in broad daylight are bound to be stinking people. However, the guards at the Zeppelin North Gate did not bother to determine their identities. There wasn’t even an ID check. As befits the capital security force of a country where money is a must, we were able to pass through with only five silver coins per person.

After passing through the north gate, Russ clicked his tongue as he glanced behind him.

“No, can I do this? Anyway, they must be the ones responsible for the security of the capital… … .”

Then, Silan, a small boy following behind, smiled and answered.

“That’s what I said. “Money is everything in this country.”

Repenhardt, the large man in front, smiled bitterly.

“Thanks to you, I passed without being caught, so isn’t that a good thing?”

Soon, not only Reppenhardt, but also Silan and Russ became quite famous. Everyone covered their faces to see if anyone would recognize them. Considering what they had to do from now on, hiding their identities was essential.

Of course, if everyone else is showing their faces and they are the only ones hiding their faces, they will be more noticeable… … .

“… … I was against it because I thought it would look more suspicious, but it wasn’t really suspicious… … .”

Russ, who was walking through the crowd and looking around, suddenly sighed.

Leffenhardt and his group, with their heads covered with hoods, were completely unnoticed in this crowd. I don’t know how many people were so screwed up, but anyway, half of the crowd was covering their faces with hoods or bushy beards. Of course, everyone passed through the North Gate using bribes instead of ID cards.

“No, even if I do that, I won’t be fired from the security guard?”

Silan responded as if it was no big deal.

“So this is what the country is originally like?”

Repenhardt and Siland, perhaps because they saw so many things they couldn’t see during their last visit to Zeppelin, now take this for granted. Russman, who visited the Principality of Chatan for the first time, was unable to overcome the culture shock and was still amazed.

As they walked down the street, Reppenhardt spoke calmly to Russ.

“Anyway, most of them are mercenaries or smugglers with criminal backgrounds. “You can’t enter the really important commercial districts with your face covered like this.”

As it is a place with a wide gap between the rich and the poor, Zeppelin faces serious differences in security even within the same castle. Currently, the North Gate district where Reppenhardt and his party entered was treated as a slum even by Zeppelin, and was an area where cheap prostitutes, bars, and poor peddlers frequented. On the other hand, the commercial district near the west gate is where wealthy merchants’ mansions and stores are located.

“There is a stricter guard there than at the gates of other countries. Of course, bribery doesn’t work.”

The rich are protected more thoroughly than anyone else, but the poor are not guaranteed even the most basic safety. This was the reality of Zeppelin, which flourished as the continent’s largest commercial city.

“It doesn’t matter since we don’t have any business going there anyway.”

After slightly lifting the hood and looking at the position of the sun, Reppenhardt spoke softly.

“Anyway, I’ve successfully infiltrated, so now I just have to wait for the sun to set.”

The three people crossed the street like that. They were heading to their destination, ‘Sand Dust’, an inn in the North Gate district. Like most of the inns in the North Gate district, Sand Dust was shabby, cheap to stay, and there were no background checks, making it the perfect place to stay for criminals. It is a very suitable place for Leppenhardt and his group who need to hide their identities.

Silan muttered as he walked.

“You said the others were already infiltrated, right? “Is everyone going to be safe?”

The humans Silan, Russ, and Reppenhardt have now joined Zeppelin, but the other races have already infiltrated various parts of Zeppelin in advance according to Carol’s plan.

Russ, who was following Silan, smiled and responded.

“Seeing as Zeppelin hasn’t become a sea of ​​fire yet, I guess everyone is safe, right?”

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Elvenheim, the oldest slave auction house for elves in Zeppelin and the most prosperous on the entire continent, was where pitch black smoke was rising.

An angry cry broke out through the smoke.

“also! I burned it again! “What on earth do you know how to do?”

The source of the graphite was Elvenheim’s spacious kitchen, especially the bread oven. There, what was once dough had turned into pitch-black charcoal, and he was fiercely declaring, ‘I am no longer food for people.’

“sorry… … do… … .”

In front of the oven, an elf woman bows her head, trembling in humiliation. She was a woman with purple hair, pure white skin, and a slim body with ample breasts.

Clara, a middle-aged human woman who was an instructor in Elvenheim and taught cooking to elf slaves, clicked her tongue.

“Damn, she has unusually large breasts for an elf and can be sold for a high price. Why on earth do she make so many mistakes?”

It was fifteen days ago that that big-breasted elf girl came to Elvenheim. It is said that she was bought by a passing peddler who almost beat her up, and the auctioneer Lark was quite pleased with her because she had rare value thanks to her unique body.

So, as usual, I started training slaves to sell them as products, but this elf girl didn’t know how to do anything.

If you ask them to cook, you make them with charcoal, if you ask them to do laundry, they make you into rags, if you ask them to sew, they break needles, and if you ask them to massage, they make bruises. Since she can’t even handle basic education properly, she hasn’t even been given nighttime education to please men yet.

“What’s on your arm is not a hand, but a front paw? “Are you sure you’re not going to come to your senses?”

“… … .”

Looking at Clara getting angry, the young instructor asked quietly.

“Shall we put it in the punishment room?”

The punishment room is a place to provide ‘mental education’ to disobedient elves. For reference, the gist of that ‘mental education’ was ‘There is no business in selling.’

“Uhm… … .”

Clara frowned. The punishment room is a place to make rebellious elves obedient. However, as an elf instructor with thick bones, she knew right away. This purple-haired elf would never rebel and make a mistake like that. He really, really doesn’t have the slightest talent for housekeeping.

Unless they did it on purpose, putting them in a punishment room won’t make them much better. If you are unlucky, scars will form and the value of the product will decrease.

“Hmph, just starve. “Once you’re hungry, you’ll come to your senses.”

Clara huffed and turned away. The young instructor screamed at the elf woman.

“Follow me, number 323!”

A purple-haired elf woman called number 323 follows helplessly. She put the elf woman in her quarters and locked her cage. Her number 323 headed to her own bed without a word. In the bed opposite her, she saw a brown-skinned elf girl squatting there with a similar expression.

I was able to understand the situation right away just by looking at it. That brown-skinned elf girl is just as clumsy with her hands as number 323, and has been getting scolded for several days.

The young instructor clicked his tongue.

“Like that year and number 324, the ones sold that day were strangely clumsy.”

Grunting, the instructor went upstairs again along the stairs. As soon as the eyes disappeared, number 324, the brown-skinned elf girl who was squatting, raised her head. The glum expression from a moment ago is gone, and a cold, strong look hovers over the silver eyes.

She smiled coldly at the other person and spoke.

“Today’s training failed spectacularly, Mr. Iniya.”

Iniya smiled awkwardly and nodded.

“I see, Miss Siris.”

It was fifteen days ago that Siris and Iniya infiltrated this place, Elvenheim. He was sold as a slave to lead other elf slaves from within. Of course, it is quite dangerous because you don’t know what will happen if you are sold as a slave with a female body. Naturally, Leffenhardt also cried out against the decision in the beginning.

However, with the elemental magic of Auror users Iniya and Siris, it has enough power to protect one’s body even with bare hands. Reppenhardt, who was opposed at first, eventually had no choice but to allow the plan due to Siris’ strong will.

The only problem was that, as an elf female slave, she would of course receive training in night work, but this was solved by Siris.

She spent her childhood in Elvenheim. This is a rumor about Elvenheim’s slave education system. She knew that if she continued to do basic slave training from the beginning, she would be able to make it in time before she had to teach the night shift.

“The only thing I was worried about was whether Iniya would be able to ‘act awkward’ without being caught… … “You’re better than I thought.”

Elvenheim’s instructors are so attentive that they can postpone training simply by pretending to be poor. They are veterans of veterans who have trained elf slaves for decades. You can tell right away whether you are showing signs of rebellion or not.

“I already received the same training here, so I know how to avoid getting caught… … I didn’t know Iniya could do it… … .”

Siris shook her head and muttered as if she was talking to herself. Every time, Iniya’s complexion becomes a little pale. Suddenly, Siris looked at Iniya with a suspicious expression.

“Well, you were really just ‘acting clumsy’, right? Mr. Iniya? “You’re really not ‘clumsy’?”

Iniya’s complexion became increasingly hard. Siris leaned on the bed and spoke in a skeptical tone.

“Well, that can’t be possible. There is only one person who cooks such amazing dishes. It can’t be possible… … .”

Iniya turned her head. And he was sure.

‘That bitch, you noticed!’

Iniya quickly changed the topic.

“Well, now that I think about it, the date has come. “Today, right?”

Siris also changed her expression to serious and looked out the barred window. She thought quietly.

“Yes, today.”

Then, one by one, the other elf women in the dorm stood up. The elf women approached Siris and Iniya with earnest expressions.

“Um, can we really be free?”

“Are you really going to save us from the Kingdom of Antares?”

“Do I not have to live like this as a slave?”

Iniya nodded confidently.

“Of course, compatriots. “You will be saved soon.”

Although it has been ruined a lot recently, Iniya is the leader who has led the Styria clan for several decades. Her voice definitely has the authority of a leader.

A light of hope flashes across the faces of the elf women. Everyone tries not to show their joy and looks excited.

Seeing that, Siris was once again impressed.

It is completely different from the people she has saved so far. She is completely different from those who did not understand that she was not a slave even after arriving in the country of Antares.

Although they were living as slaves, they were already dreaming of freedom.

‘That’s amazing. Is it really as you said, Carol?’

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Carol explained.

“Those currently living as slaves are so accustomed to the system. “In order to get their cooperation, we first need to awaken their consciousness.”

Thanks to past experience, Leffenhardt and his party now knew it well. Simply destroying the auction house, breaking the shackles, and shouting, ‘Now you are free!’ does not mean that the slaves will immediately respond.

In order to infiltrate the interior and cause the slaves to revolt, they must first be able to question their current lives and feel freedom.

“In the case of dwarves, we can expect an internal response. Due to the nature of dwarves, who only have value as slaves in a village, they have relatively preserved their culture intact. There are also many traditions passed down by word of mouth. “The dwarves are at least aware that they should be free people to begin with, and that although they are currently slaves, they should one day find freedom.”

The same was true for the trolls held captive by the Alchemist’s Guild. Since they had been living freely from the beginning but were now captured, they naturally could not have realized that they were slaves.

“The problem is still the orcs and elves.”

It is no exaggeration to call the slave traders of the Chatan Principality experts in the slave trade. This means that they are masters at turning non-slaves into slaves. Their training methods and mental education are harsh enough to make even freely living humans who are not members of a different race think that they were originally slaves.

“The orc gladiators still had the pride of warriors, so they followed Sir Tashid’s words. And to the extent that its wildness has been preserved, it also knows how to be angry. But agricultural orcs and elves are very different.”

They took it for granted that they were slaves. People are governed by their environment. The whole world around them claims that they are slaves, so they cannot even imagine themselves as non-slaves.

“So, I did some preliminary work.”

That method was a bit absurd to Repenhardt and Siris. Siris couldn’t believe his ears and asked again.

“A children’s book?”

“Yes, Miss Siris. “It’s a children’s book.”

“That storybook that children read?”