"You!...What are you going to do?"
The sharp blade against his neck sent a chill down Eugene's spine, and the piercing gaze of the black-robed man opposite him made him even more terrified.
The servants swarmed around her, pointing their weapons at the woman in black, as if they would kill her if she made any further moves.
But seeing that the man in black made no further move, Eugene's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, and he mustered his courage to say:
"You...you wouldn't dare kill me. I've already completed my mission, so we should be even now."
After Eugene shouted it out, he was no longer afraid and mustered his courage to resolutely meet that piercing gaze.
The surrounding servants gripped their weapons tightly, but dared not make the slightest move.
After his threats failed, the man in black sheathed his blade, and as his black robe swayed, it revealed a magnificent suit of armor trimmed with gold.
Then, the man in black robes left the slave traders' group without looking back.
The servant beside Eugene hurriedly brought over a clean silk cloth, which Eugene snatched and used to wipe his neck. Seeing no injury, he breathed a sigh of relief, then began to mutter curses:
"What a bunch of lunatics! Lunatics! After this is over, I'm going to ask the Alliance to send me somewhere else."
Subsequently, the caravan transporting slaves hurriedly set off again.
…………
At this moment, in the military camp.
“That’s right, Lord Aster. My master has appointed me to deliver his orders.”
Astaire glanced at the Truk family crest on Geral's chest, knowing she was telling the truth, and nodded, saying:
"Yes, I understand, Miss Gerald. I will carry out Lord Lind's orders to the end."
Geral breathed a sigh of relief. She had seen this young soldier who always accompanied the Earl when she was still at the Earl's house, but the military aura he exuded made them, the servants, a little afraid.
Meeting him today, he seems like a pretty easy-going person.
This is my first time in a military camp, and I must adapt well. After all, this is a mission given to me by my master, and I must complete it well.
Thinking it over, she began to relay the orders Lind had given her to Astaire in detail.
"The master said that these 400 male slaves should be divided in half, with one half sent to the Blackstone Mine and handed over to Lord Raymond, who would also be tasked with repairing the ferry crossing near the mine."
"The other half will be handed over to Lord Calvin, who will be in charge of the dismantling of the castle and the construction of the bridges. The extra manpower can be given to Eric."
After listening, Aster nodded and asked:
"What about the remaining female slaves? Has the master said anything?"
Geral continued:
"The master said that these female slaves will be under your and Edmund's management for now, and they need to be sent to manage logistics and sowing and cultivating the land..."
Gerald paused for a moment, then continued:
"The master also said that before the distribution began, he told these slaves that if they completed the assigned tasks well, the master would pardon their status as slaves and make them his subjects."
In the Cree Empire, ordinary subjects were called serfs by their lords. These people did not have the right to cross noble territories, but they did own a portion of private property.
If one accumulates enough wealth or achieves enough merit, the lord will pardon them and they will become truly free citizens.
For example, businessmen and mercenaries.
Below the subjects were the slaves, who were completely the "properties" of the lord, and whose life and death were entirely in the hands of the lord.
It is rare for a lord to be willing to pardon his slaves and make them his subjects, which is why it is so surprising.
After hearing Geral's words, Astaire was first taken aback, then relieved, and said:
"The master is truly merciful. If these slaves knew, they would probably cry and wail in despair."
Jere nodded, feeling incredibly fortunate to be appointed under such a benevolent master.
"Alright, I understand your orders, sir. I will complete your task meticulously. Please tell your master to rest assured."
Jier bowed and left the tent.
Astaire quickly got to work, assigning tasks to the personnel before Raymond set off.
"Someone, pass on the order..."
…………
Meanwhile, the kind adult they spoke of was troubled by the spellbook before him.
This book is much thicker than the one Alice gave him when he first started learning magic, and it's much more exciting to flip through than the previous one. It also contains many more spells than before.
Why didn't you just give Linde the big one before? Miss Alice said this:
"You are now the oracle of the God of Magic. You can definitely master any spell, no matter how difficult it is. I only gave you a simple one before to give you confidence."
In response, Lind said, "Well, they're afraid I'll run away."
The reason Lind is racking his brains now is that he has discovered that shield spells can also be nullified by the activated Deconstruction Aura.
"The shields here are actually attached to the body. Why can't they be like a ball to cover yourself up?"
I'll have to hold off on using Shield Spell for now. At least for now, I can rely on Enchant Armor to save my life if I encounter danger, and I should still be able to counter spells without any problems.
Linde shook off the crystal dust from his body and picked up the broom beside him to sweep it up.
He is now in the room next to his bedroom, and he has ordered his servants to clean the room thoroughly, leaving only a thick cushion for his meditation.
Linde was quietly flipping through the spellbook, and the experiences and lessons learned by his predecessors about spells were constantly building a complete spellbook for him.
"The so-called spell countermeasure is to quickly locate the opponent and interfere with their spellcasting process by taking advantage of the mental energy fluctuations they release when casting a spell... That's quite a straightforward explanation."
"But doing it..."
Following the practice method in the book, Lind created a continuous ignition spell in front of him.
A bright flame appeared out of thin air and floated quietly in front of Lind, looking very obedient.
"Okay, done."
The magic in this world is very interesting. Some spells can ensure their effects last by constructing a stable spell model, and this only requires a small amount of mental energy to maintain.
To give a simple example, a spell model is like a water pipe stuck in a magic net. After the magic power passes through the water pipe and is processed by my spell model, it will become the magic I want.
Furthermore, mages can pre-define spell models in their minds based on their mental strength, just in case.
"After constructing this spell, the next step is to control the mind and sense the mental fluctuations emanating from this spell model... It's quite challenging."
Linde controlled his mental energy and began to sense things.
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