Chapter 499 Mercenary 5
Yes, now they have actually become slaves of Count Paul Grayman.
And they themselves have already accepted this positioning in their hearts.
Except for not having a brand, is there any difference between them and slaves now?
"Our Earl...is a kind and generous lord"
Major Erwin said.
“He feels that your free will should be fully respected, so he gave you two paths to choose.”
“On the first path, obediently put his mark on it, and then return to Jiaowan has resumed its status as a mercenary - of course the mercenaries of the Graiman family. On the premise of completing the assigned combat missions, you can live like normal people, oh, just like you did before you came to Northwest Bay, but You must be on call as soon as there is a mission.”
“The other way is to stay here and work, and then wait for the day when Master Graiman is in a better mood, maybe he can pardon your crimes.”< br>
“Which path to choose, you should think carefully about it.”
Major Erwin still had the same smile on his face. He walked leisurely and slowly to an armchair and sat down. He took a sip of the tea prepared by the labor camp officials and waited for the two of them. Reply from a prisoner of rank.
The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, shining into the office through the windows on the south wall, reflecting patches of light and shadow on the floor.
Bello Doug twisted his somewhat stiff neck and looked out the window following the sunshine.
Because of the location of the office on the second floor and its location, the mercenary leader was lucky enough to be able to observe the camp from a different perspective than usual.
He saw the wall of the labor camp. The top of the wall was embedded with sharp wooden spikes to prevent prisoners from escaping, and a watchtower stood at the corner. At the southernmost part of the camp, a big black hole came into view. It was the entrance to the coal mine. Coal was shipped out every day, and I was busy with these black stones all day long. A large amount of cinders stained the area. became black.
In the nearby open space, rows of prisoners stood quietly. They were his fellow mercenaries. They didn't know what happened yet, they didn't know what choices their captain was facing, and their fate was unknown. Things will change because of this choice, and Ferguson's people may also be standing in another open space that they can't see.
He looked outside the labor camp. Green forests, golden wheat fields, winding country roads and the smoke of distant houses appeared in his eyes. If it were a few years ago, the wall These scenery outside are ordinary things, but now Doug suddenly feels that they are so beautiful. If he had a paintbrush... Huh? When did I have the insight of an artist?
Doug opened his mouth, "I..."
"Sir Erwin, can I reply to you tomorrow?" He was preempted by Ferguson.
“I don’t want to make a decision right away,” Doug said.
Erwin stared at them for half a minute.
"Okay, I'll give you time to think about it. Before the sun sets tomorrow, I will stay in this room and wait. You can come to me at any time if you think about it. Oh, don't forget to bring me The two choices mentioned above tell your respective companions, I think everyone has the right to choose freely."
Ferguson and Doug left the office one after another.
In the corridor, Doug pretended to be confused and asked: "I said, Ferguson, why didn't you agree to Aldo's request immediately? It's just a brand, and you can go back to thinking about it day and night. "Hmph!" Ferguson replied with disdain: "I'm just talking about that guy. Who am I, Mr. Ferguson? I'm an arrogant warrior!" Asuka! How could I accept the humiliating brand of slavery for a little superficial freedom? What would those people I know think of me, the leader of the rhinoceros mercenary group, if I returned to Horn Bay with that kind of thing? I can’t hold my head up for the rest of my life.”
He turned to look at Doug: "Black Dog, why don't you agree? You shouldn't care about these things."
Doug replied angrily: "Don't look down on people, you fool. My ancestors were nobles. His blood is much nobler than yours, and even if he is imprisoned physically, he will never give in mentally." If it weren't for the fact that fighting is prohibited in the camp and the punishment for fighting is very serious, he would have risked his life to kill the bastard next to him. Make some holes in it.
After saying that, he ignored Ferguson, strode faster, crossed over and walked away.
The annoying guy's voice came from behind, "There is still a bit of backbone of a Cape Bay man..."
Doug returned to the open space and saw his companions who were still standing. He explained the whole story to the guard who was supervising nearby, and then explained to everyone the two options given by Major Erwin.
With a bang, a pot exploded in the open space.
“I want to go back to Cape Bay, I want to go back to Cape Bay!”
“That’s right, I’ve had enough of this place.”
“But, do we want to become slaves? ?”
"Don't be ridiculous, aren't you a slave now? Are you going to be a slave who is imprisoned and work every day, or a slave who can run around outside?"
The voices of discussion and quarrels, for a while Filled the entire area.
Doug quietly made an estimate on the side, and it seemed that the vast majority of people wanted to go back to Cape Bay.
While everyone was talking, he ducked behind a house. Using the shelter of the building, he made a circle and returned to the building of the camp management office.
The moment he walked in, Doug abandoned all his previous hesitations. He decided that he would return to Jiaowan, even if he had a brand of shame on his body.
In fact, when Erwin gave his choice before, he almost wanted to go back to Corner Bay, but that damn Ferguson interfered and made him hesitate again.
Now Doug has made up his mind to go back regardless of TM’s face.
My whole body and mind suddenly relaxed, and even my steps became much brisker, and I unknowingly arrived at the door of Major Erwin's office.
Doug stretched out his right hand and grasped the door handle tightly, thinking silently in his heart: forest, wheat field, smoke, here I come...ah, I have to knock on the door first.
After three bangs, a heavenly voice came from inside: Come in.
He grasped the door handle again, pushed the door open with a little force.
“Ferguson?”
An unexpected person appeared in his field of vision.
Ferguson also saw him. The broad face of the leader of the Rhino Mercenary Group began to change color quickly. It turned red, turned red, and continued to turn red. In the end, it felt like a crab had been cooked. shell.
"Doug, you thick eyebrows and big eyes..."
(End of this chapter)