Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 70 The Real Slave Trader ( words)

Richard could sense that the woman was an illusion, but the illusion was so lifelike that he was quite shocked.

He frowned at the woman at his feet and asked:

"Wait a moment, I have a question. Madam, the food supply in our Travel City has always been very abundant.

Even the poorest and most disabled people who are unable to work receive enough food at the relief stations to maintain basic food and clothing.

How could a middle-aged woman like you with all your limbs beg here?
You have a problem! Oh! I see, you must be a spy from the Holy See who has infiltrated our Silver City-State. Arrest you."

As Richard spoke, he took out the magic whip from behind his buttocks. He grabbed the whip with both hands and pulled it, staring at the woman intently. He couldn't help but twist his mouth, laughing so hard that his tongue was about to stick out, and his eyes were shining.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" The meat chef quickly dispelled the illusion and said with a headache:

"You are too suspicious, she is just an ordinary woman from another country who sneaked into our country.

Because she didn't have a green card in our travel city, she couldn't get food at the relief station, couldn't do a decent job, and couldn't get an education, but she didn't want to sell her body to do dirty things. That's why she was poor and hungry.

Don't worry, she is not a spy for the Holy See."

Richard was stunned.

"Oh, this... Oh, I see. I was saying, this woman's appearance, ah, she looks good. Even if she works as a waitress in a restaurant, she'd be one of the popular ones.

It doesn't seem like he would end up begging on the streets. It turns out there are such difficulties.

Meat Chef, go ahead, I'm ready."

Meat Chef: ...

The butcher said with some pain: "You just wanted to kidnap this woman and sell her, didn't you?"

"Ah? That's not true! Don't talk nonsense."

"Richard, you took on the role of the slave trader very quickly.

When it comes to committing capital crimes, you are quite talented.

The old woman I created looked pretty good, but she was a bit old after all. How good could a woman in her 40s be?

You are really not picky about food."

"That can't be helped. Who made her so suspicious?"

Richard said immediately:
"Think about it, there are so many rescue stations and police stations in the Travel City, all of which are full of official personnel. She didn't seek their help, but instead came to me, a strange middle-aged man I met on the road. Who knows what bad ideas she has in mind.

What if he falsely accuses me of defiling her? Where can I seek justice then?

I'm taking the initiative and tying her up to protect myself."

“Okay, okay, anyway, you choose to refuse to help the old woman, right?

I continued. ”

The meat chef seemed to be confused by Richard's imagination. He rubbed his eyebrows and asked:

“The old woman looked very sad at your rejection.

She cried to you, "My Lord, I can live with hunger, but I still have a lovely daughter. She is still young and growing. Please help me."

If you're afraid that I'm a bad person, just throw the food on the ground and I'll pick it up myself.'"

"Mom!" The illusion appeared again, and a ragged girl emerged from the air behind the old woman. She hid behind the old woman timidly, poked her head out, and looked at Richard curiously.

Richard looked at her. Due to malnutrition, she looked particularly small, but she seemed to be about fourteen or fifteen years old. In terms of appearance, she was 80% similar to the old woman.

"Oh! Madam, you have a daughter!"

Richard’s eyes widened and he licked his lips: “Then I will have to save them, mother and daughter are another price.

Hey, don't be afraid, I won't let you go hungry. Come with me, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Meat Chef: ...

The meat chef was greatly shocked by Richard. He eliminated the illusion with a snap and said angrily:
"That's enough, I don't want to test you anymore.

Originally, this test was to test your values ​​and see whether you are more suitable for the Silver City-State or the Holy See.

As a result, you picked a slave trader and immediately became dedicated to your job, without ever considering the issue from a single person's perspective.

What a beast.

I have figured out that neither the Silver Federation nor the Holy See is suitable for you. Only the Island of Dead Souls is your final destination."

"Oh. If you love what you do, then I'll definitely think from the perspective of a slave trader.

If I don't take these helpless mother and daughter back to train them, wouldn't that be a betrayal of my profession?

Although I don't understand why, with my character, I would choose to be a slave trader, but I must have my reasons for doing so.

Don’t stop, we have measured up to here, let’s finish it.”

Richard smiled and said, "I am really interested in this game."

The meat chef thought about it, finally nodded, and continued:

"Okay, then listen carefully. After enthusiastically helping the mother and daughter fill their stomachs, you were taken to a slum by the woman, and you found that the slum was full of illegal residents like her.

According to the laws of the Silver City, if you report a black household, you will receive a bonus of 10 Golden Swords.

But after you report them, they will be arrested by the Silver City and forced to do some low-income and hard work for five or six years, which will drain their youth and vitality.

Moreover, in five or six years they will not receive fair and equal social treatment, but only a temporary work ID card that is discriminated against.

But if you don't choose to report them, you won't be able to provide enough food to keep so many people alive for a long time with your financial resources.

What would you do at this time? "

"What should I do? Of course I buy the goods!" Richard said without hesitation:
"Brother, have you ever experienced the joy of a fisherman getting rich overnight? He catches a fish every time he lifts the fishing rod. He wishes he could catch all the fish in the river. Well, I am so happy now!"

The meat chef was shocked:
"You're going to sell those poor people? Just because I verbally gave you the identity of a slave trader?"

"Yes. Sell them all!"

Richard raised his eyebrows and said, “Sir, I have conducted a detailed investigation of the stowaways from our Silver City.

Yes, there are a small number of poor people among them who choose to smuggle themselves across the border because their livelihoods are too difficult and they really can't survive. But the majority of them are fools, villains, and criminals who are not satisfied with their own country and their own lives, and fantasize about getting something for nothing after arriving in the Silver City-State.

On the smuggling route, they are the ones who bully the poor people the most cruelly.

I have no way to distinguish these people one by one, and it is even more impossible to pick out the truly pitiful people. I can only pack them all up and bring them back to my slave training ground for training and education. The honest, kind and honest poor people will naturally stand out in the process of training and education.

I will try to find a good way out for them.

As for the rest, they can either report it or be dealt with. This world is so big, there will always be a way for them, whether it is a way of life or death."

Meat Chef: ...

The meat chef scratched his head and asked, "What are you going to do with those poor people?"

Richard rolled his eyes and said:

The Magic Academy has a long-term magic research project that requires measuring the magical adaptability of people from different regions of the Yasa world.

Each person who participates in the measurement will receive a [temporary ID card] called [Experimental Subject].

With the [temporary identity card], they can receive food rations at relief stations and participate in some basic social labor. After 3 to 12 weeks of work and a clean criminal record, they can obtain a [temporary work card].

With the [temporary work card], they can try to obtain official status in the Travel City, which I think is much better than waiting to die in a dark corner.

"Haha. Your choice is quite interesting."

The meat chef pondered for a long time, and finally smiled bitterly: "This is indeed a feasible plan. You passed the test. I will prepare the meat bones for you."

Richard raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and said:

"Brother Meat Chef, if I remember correctly, there is a type of special agent mage in the Star-Moon Society who is responsible for all the illegal population that has smuggled into the entire Silver City-State.

They would inspect, arrest, and even try the illegal population.

Most of the illegal immigrants who entered the Silver City illegally ended up being sold to mining areas and other places by these secret wizards.

On the surface, the mining area would sign contracts with these illegal households, giving the slaves a certain salary and in-kind goods for their daily lives, and exchanging the slaves to work for the mining area.

But in reality, the income of these illegal households is totally disproportionate to the labor they need to put in. They are poor individuals who are exploited intensively. After 5 to 6 years of working, those illegal households will be doomed. Even if you can get out of the mining area alive and get a temporary work card, you will be exhausted.

Those illegal immigrants were jokingly called indentured slaves.

Therefore, these secret agent mages who sold them to the mining areas are also called the slave traders of the new era.

If I am not mistaken, you were a slave trader in the past.”

Hearing Richard's words, the meat chef's eyes obviously widened.

Richard smiled slyly and continued:

“The questions you asked me are also real events that you have encountered.

That mother and daughter, and that refugee camp with illegal residents, all really exist, right?

You are asking me this question here, does that mean that the capital crime you committed is related to the people in these refugee camps?
Are there spies in these refugee camps? You helped them forge their identities to give them a chance to survive, but they used this opportunity to steal the secrets of the Silver City, causing huge losses to the Silver City?"

In response to Richard's question, the meat chef laughed, shook his head, and replied:
“Warden Li, you are very smart.

I admit that you are right, but I want to warn you.

If you want to live longer, then you should not be too curious. This world is very dangerous. Not everything can be explored at will, especially the past of some people."

The meat chef snorted, turned around unhappily, and said to Richard in a bad tone:

"You and Green wait here. I'll go get your stuff."

The butcher limped toward the kitchen. Behind him, Richard raised his eyebrows slightly.

When I was answering his question just now, everything was fine at other times, but whenever I mentioned mother and daughter, the meat chef would show an angry micro-expression.

Every time I mentioned the mother and daughter, he got angry.

That is why ah?

Could it be that I was just joking, but he really became that kind of beast?

Thinking of this, Richard's eyes that stole glances at the butcher's back became subtle, with a hint of teasing.

At this moment, Green Ham approached Richard stealthily, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered something.

"Boss, your guess is so accurate, do you know why his nickname is Meat Chef?

He once removed the bones and flesh of hundreds of unregistered illegal residents, made steaks from them, and then fed them to wild beasts.

That was all human flesh! He made steaks out of hundreds of people's flesh!"

So scary?
Richard's eyes almost popped out of his head. It seems that my guess just now was too simple. The story behind the meat chef is more complicated than I thought.

Soon, the meat chef came back staggering.

He was holding a skeleton in his hand with difficulty. The skeleton looked a bit like the ribs of some animal. It was blood red all over, exactly the same as the red bones under the pile of bones of Dog Brother.

The meat chef put the red bone at Richard's feet with difficulty, and said to Richard breathlessly: "Here you go, it's the last part.

Bring these bones to Dog. He has been waiting for them for a long time.

Originally, these bones should not be given to you so early, but since you chose to come here at this time, I respect the choice of fate. "

Looking at the meat chef's meaningful look, Richard seemed to understand something. He pointed at the bones in confusion and asked:
"What are these bones?"

The meat chef did not explain, but said directly: "Don't lose it. If you lose it, it will be very troublesome to find it again."

"Okay!" Richard understood. He nodded and used both hands to try to lift the red skeleton.

But the skeleton, which did not look big, was as heavy as a boulder, and Richard could not move it at all.

"Oh my goodness, why is it so heavy?"

The meat chef seized the opportunity and taunted him:
"You can't even carry this little thing? You're wasting your time. I can carry it even though I'm so skinny.

One look at your face shows that you have been drained of your body by women."

"Boss, you are not suitable for this kind of rough work. Let me do it, let me do it."

Green Ham saw Richard's embarrassment. He immediately ran to Richard and pushed him away, holding the red ribs with both hands and groaned!
The strength is overwhelming and the world is unparalleled!
"Pick it up!" Green Ham lifted the ribs above his head and threw them into the cart he brought.

He clapped his hands, gave Richard a thumbs up, and showed his shiny white teeth: "Boss! Done!"

Richard was happy: "Let's go. Let's go home and give Brother Dog a meal!"

(End of this chapter)