Groups of slaves, bound by iron chains and ropes, stepped onto Crimson Tide Domain's soil under the slave merchants' guidance.
Their eyes were filled with unease, speculating about the fate that awaited them.
However, when they entered the territory, they were stunned.
Clean houses, orderly roads, the smell of cooking smoke wafting through the air...
This was completely different from the slave camps they had imagined.
There were no filthy, muddy tents, nor rotting food emitting foul odors.
Even the soldiers guarding them didn't show the usual contempt and disdain, merely maintaining order with calm composure.
They couldn't help but feel even more anxious, because the more different it was, the more unsettling it felt.
But this was just their initial impression. What truly shocked them were the lord's words in the square the next day...
At dawn, Crimson Tide Domain's square was crowded with people.
Fifteen hundred newly arrived slaves were neatly gathered here.
