"Father, you wanted to see me?"
Chris entered the living room and gave a slight bow to the man in the main seat.
The man nodded, a rare smile appearing on his face.
At this moment, Chris had dark skin and a well-proportioned figure. Beneath his seemingly ordinary physique lay terrifying power.
During his time back in his family, he had already reached the Glory Realm.
They have even made quite a bit of progress in this area.
However, his father was unaware of this and thought that his son had become much more obedient since returning. Although he still did not take over the caravan, he had begun to get involved in some business matters. In short, it was a very good start.
"Look!"
The man handed over the letter, which Chris took, glanced at the contents, his eyes twitched, and his face twitched involuntarily, as if he had been electrocuted!
Noticing Chris's unusual behavior, the clan chief asked in surprise, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"fine!"
Chris composed himself: "It must be that guy. I'll go over there!"
As he spoke, a light shone in his eyes.
Dragons grow very slowly, and since we've only been separated for such a short time, I doubt they've made much progress. My current strength is no weaker than that dragon's.
This time, I'm going to hang him up and beat him.
The clan chief hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Then I will find two retainers to accompany you. When you arrive in the City of Disaster, you must be careful of the city lord."
"According to the information we received, she seems to be getting closer to the Nord family recently."
Chris nodded, listening to his father's admonition and keeping it in mind.
Elders are knowledgeable and experienced; don't ignore their advice.
Chris quickly packed his things after leaving the living room and hurried off.
For two days, Su Qing did nothing but sweep the courtyard, chop wood, and boil water.
The city lord's mansion has many courtyards, but each courtyard is independent of the others. Slaves are not allowed to leave their own courtyards. If they dare to do anything that is considered offensive, they will be hacked to death by the guards.
Although Su Qing was not a slave, she received similar treatment, the only two differences being her wages and the fact that she was not subjected to beatings or verbal abuse at will.
Just like the previous days, after cleaning the courtyard, chopping wood and boiling water, it was only noon.
Su Qing found a flat spot and lazily started sunbathing.
The way the slaves next to him looked at him gradually changed.
There's nothing wrong with taking a reasonable break after finishing your work.
After all, he wasn't a slave; he was just hired.
However, people will always have the idea of comparing themselves to each other.
His laziness aroused jealousy and resentment in the sweating slaves.
We work hard all day long, yet we are often beaten and scolded.
This guy can slack off and get paid so easily, why should he?
Just because we're slaves? How much better is he, a mere servant, than us?
The men exchanged glances. A tall, burly slave strode forward, his voice booming, his face contorted with rage: "Kid, you've got some free time on your hands!"
The warm sunshine felt wonderful on her skin. Su Qing was half asleep when she heard someone making a racket next to her, and her good mood instantly vanished.
He opened his eyes in displeasure, his voice as cold as ice: "Get out!"
The sudden burst of power terrified the man.
The tall slave took several steps back, no longer daring to meet Su Qing's gaze, his eyes filled with fear.
This person is terrifying!
Su Qing withdrew her gaze and continued to doze off.
Being a slave is not shameful, but bullying the weak and fearing the strong is shameful, and having no discernment at all is even more shameful!
After the initial fear, the tall slave felt anger and shame.
However, he still vividly remembered that look from just now, and dared not cause any more trouble for a moment, only leaving a hateful glare.
Back among the slaves, the other slaves looked at the tall slave with very strange eyes.
The tall slave seemed to feel he had lost face and said resentfully, "A guy who doesn't know anything, we'll teach him a lesson when we eat later."
The other slaves naturally understood the meaning of the lesson the tall slave had given them. They exchanged glances, chuckled, and waited to see what the next show would be like.
Soon, someone brought lunch, and the aroma of the food wafted through the air. Su Qing sniffed it and opened her eyes.
Although the small amount of food made no difference to him whether he ate it or not, he figured he might as well eat the free food.
However, when Su Qing arrived at the dining table, she was surprised to find that there was no portion for her.
Looking around, I realized that my share had been taken by someone else.
Su Qing's dark golden dragon eyes narrowed involuntarily, and his expression turned cold.
Good heavens, these guys actually took advantage of him, who gave them the guts?
Where's my food?
Su Qing spoke coldly, her expression growing increasingly hostile.
"There's no food, but if there's something else, would you like some?"
The tall slave launched a taunt, and the other slaves responded with knowing laughter.
Su Qing glanced at the firewood she had chopped in the corner, five minutes later.
As the firewood was lit, he tied the slaves to wooden sticks and placed them on top of the firewood.
With her mouth completely gagged, Su Qing prepared the seasonings on the side.
The flames scorched their buttocks, and the slaves were covered in sweat, struggling frantically and making muffled noises.
The guards outside the courtyard heard the commotion and wanted to come in to investigate.
What happened inside?
As he spoke, he was about to push the door open and come in.
"It's alright, I'm boiling water! Some idiot burned his hand!"
Su Qing's cheerful voice rang out.
The guard immediately abandoned the idea of opening the door and continued to faithfully perform his duties.
Su Qing, holding a wooden stick, tapped each of the most struggling guys on the head.
They knocked out large packages.
"Behave yourself, do you really want to be roasted alive?"
These words immediately silenced the slaves, a flicker of hope for survival crossing their minds. Was this guy just trying to scare them?
Su Qing nodded in satisfaction: "I'm the most obedient one, so I only grill it to medium-rare."
The slaves trembled with fear as the flames scorched their buttocks, the burning sensation bringing immense terror to their hearts.
Su Qing took out various seasonings and arranged them neatly: "This is cumin, this is chili, this is mustard... Come and choose your own flavor!"
As they were talking, Su Qing suddenly raised an eyebrow. In his field of vision, Chris strode into the shop that he had been monitoring.
This guy finally arrived!
Looking at the trembling slaves again, he immediately lost interest.
I've decided to let them go!
So they added two more fires, and the fire burned even more fiercely, nearly scaring the slaves to death.
"Don't be afraid. I'll ask you some questions. Whoever answers them to my satisfaction, I'll let them down!"
Su Qing's cheerful voice sounded like the whispers of a demon to these slaves.
P.S.: Sorry! I've been busy since this morning and completely forgot! (sweat)
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