Chapter 518

Keller walked forward slowly, because it was a country with more strict class than Rome. Therefore, in front of Kailar's bearing, not only other civilians rushed forward, but even guards did not dare to make a mistake.

Because of his deliberate action, the other party did not hesitate to bump into kylar. The impact did not cause much pain to him because of his slow movement. However, a large amount of dirt appeared on the mage's robe.

The air froze in an instant. Seven or eight sacks were scattered on the ground on the girl's head, and she herself fell on the ground. But as we all know, this slave with shackles on her feet is dead.

Keller gently patted the dust on his robe. Although the dirt was lighter, it was still conspicuous. This mage's robe was given to Keller by coloss. Naturally, it was of high quality, but now it's dirty. It's a pity.

Sanli bent down and glanced at the girl. The girl had no fear at all. She just sat on the ground looking at Keller and her. The peace inside, no, the stillness inside was creepy.

She grabbed a sack of gunny bags, and her shoulder suddenly sank. This is a 200 kg sack. It is the limit for an adult man to carry two sacks. Otherwise, it will be difficult to move. The little girl seems to have done this often, otherwise other people will not be surprised.

"Your Highness, this is four hundred pounds." San Li threw the sack on the ground, which immediately aroused a piece of dust, which can be seen from this.

However, Sanli grabbed a sack with one hand, which made the little girl's eyes twinkle with a little light, but then darkened.

"Interesting." Keller said with a smile, squatted down, touched his partner's hair, which was as red as fire, and asked with a smile, "what's your name?"

The other side tilted his head and thought, "Morgana."

Well, look at this expressionless look, it's a little girl with hurt heart.

"Oh! Master, don't be wise with her. She is just a little slave. " A greasy voice came in. It was the official language of the kingdom of liebel.

"Who are you?" Keller looked at him with a funny look. A blonde man with earrings looked at himself with flattery and continued to bow: "Sir, I am just a small civilian. You must not have knowledge with us, you must not with us."

Namolgana stood up and was about to begin to pack up the scattered sacks, but the blonde young man, with a flattering smile, pinched her cheek and kept pushing her to the ground. He was lying on the ground, kneeling in front of Kellar: "master, please forgive her, please forgive her."

Keller's face is full of disgust. A man kneels down to his parents, but he can't kneel to others. Although there are many kneeling rituals in the west, only one kneeling is just the worship of the lower class to the upper class. Later, after the industrial revolution, there was no half kneeling ceremony. However, this kind of kneeling with both hands on the ground, even his head was buried in the ground Kneeling down is a disgraceful act.

Special is a man.

Does this man even want self-esteem?

The most humble slaves would not kneel down to their masters in this way, because they had self-respect, and even the most powerful slaves in the Roman arena could accept the worship of most people.

This is the gift of the weak to the strong, but the other man has no consciousness of being a strong one.

He is a coward

At the thought of this, Keller had no desire to go on. "You can go. This little girl is going to stay."

"My Lord, please forgive her, please forgive her..." He kept repeating this sentence, which surprised kylar: "are you related to this child?"

"No, I don't know her." He raised his head, flattering smile did not change, but because of the soil is already a dirty face.

"That's strange. Why did you risk your life to plead for her? This kind of big risk thing, as long as it is a person, won't do it? " Keller's strange question made his flattery smile stiff, and then he lowered his head deeply to bury his head in the soil again.

"Mr. Keller, are you interested in the slave?" The leader of the caravan saw kylar from a long distance and called out to him. With sharp eyes, he saw the fetters of Morgana.

"Yes, I'm interested." But he did not deny it.

"Oh! But your eyes are really good. You have a good eye on the slaves of the king's family. " The merchant came up and looked up and down at Morgana. His eyes were bright for her beautiful face, and then he said to Keller, "your eyes are really sharp!"

"Does the king take slaves here? I don't know where you can tell that she is a slave of the royal family? " Keller didn't understand the commercial feeling here. How could the king hold slaves?

There are only two slave countries in the knightly continent, namely Rome and Macedonian. However, Macedonian and Roman are almost handed down in one continuous line. Even if slave soldiers are organized, slave soldiers can only listen to their masters, while their masters listen to the emperor.This kind of subordination is actually one of the manifestations of respecting personal interests. From the very beginning, Keller paid great attention to the existence of personal interests, including the control and distribution of Knights' clothing, food, housing and transportation, as well as the concession of some ordinary interests, which were the compromise of national interests to personal interests.

No, it won't work.

Even in modern China, there are still many people who sell the country with their country. The first condition for selling a country is to have a strong country to sell.

Therefore, a large number of people who make a living on it have been slandered one after another on the Internet and in the media. This is the performance of putting personal interests above national interests. Such people should be eliminated.

However, another kind of compromise between national interests and personal interests is different. For example, the policy of gradually reducing and exempting agricultural tax from 2004 to 2006 is the compromise between national interests and personal interests.

But in this desert oasis country, Wudan seems to have no such concept of personal interests.

All of us seemed to work for the king. In fact, only a few merchants came here to sell things. Most of them came with luxury goods and sold them to the man who had only one king of the city.

All the slaves in this city belong to the king.

Keller, an outsider, certainly doesn't understand this.

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