Chapter 207 Chapter Two Hundred and Two: Bowing Down
George and his translator worked for an hour, successfully collecting a stack after stack of letters of repentance.
Although they swore up and down that they would never buy slaves again, would not place iron rings around their necks, or whip their backs with barbed whips, some even expressed the desire to follow George and fight together for the anti-slavery cause.
But George could tell that it was all a lie.
A sword-bearing noblewoman said:
“..Please give me a chance, I would be honored to stand beside you, a beautiful gentleman, for the liberation of the slaves.”
Beside her, several tall women couldn’t help but turn their heads and laugh.
After Litise translated, George nodded and said, “Tell her I appreciate her good intentions. I will select some people to fight alongside me.”
“You don’t really think they are sincere in their repentance, do you?” Litise reminded him. “They all see you as a fool. Did you see their eyes? Like wolves looking at sheep, completely unaware of the naive sheep.”
“I know, but it doesn’t matter. I want to believe that people can become kind.”
“Do you really want to take them as comrades? They will only wait for you to be at your weakest and then betray you.”
“Litise, answer me one question. You can only respond with yes or no.”
“Uh?”
“Are you Jima? Including but not limited to, have you ever used the name Jima or had a physiological tail?”
“Why are you suddenly asking such strange questions?”
“Speak!” George placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, “Otherwise, I will split you in two immediately.”
“..No.”
Only then did George’s hand move away from the sword hilt.
“Have you had a falling out with Jima? Why the sudden question?”
“It’s not a falling out.” George said coldly, “I consider her an enemy now.”
“Oh, I understand.” Litise nodded, “The world has become familiar to me again.”
At this moment, a group of female guards pushed a representative forward. She was wearing scale armor and stood empty-handed, bowing to George and said:
“We are just following orders. Since we have all signed letters of repentance, can we go? We swear we will never point weapons at you.”
After Litise translated, George nodded and said:
“Sure, as long as you put down your weapons and do not direct swords or blades at me and the slaves I have saved for at least this month, I will let you go.”
Litise was shocked and said:
“I guarantee that as soon as they step outside, they will tell everyone inside what happened and then pick up their spears and halberds to poke at us, even spit on you and laugh at you for being foolish.”
“That would be a breach of contract. What does that have to do with me?”
Upon hearing Litise’s translation, the guards rushed forward, swearing their oaths to George, and once they finished, they quietly watched him.
George said, “Leave if you want to.”
One female guard cautiously stepped back, glancing over her shoulder as she walked. Upon reaching the door and finding that George did not stop her, she quickly ran outside.
Seeing that George was true to his word, the other female guards rushed out as well, and before long, the auction house was deserted. Noblewomen and wealthy merchants, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but say to Litise:
“Can you ask him if he still needs comrades? I’m also willing to fight alongside him for the liberation of slaves, hee hee.”
If they weren’t speaking with glowing eyes and flushed faces.
Litise genuinely thought that George’s noble actions had affected these slave-buying customers.
After translating, George nodded and lowered his face mask, saying:
“Okay, but please now voluntarily bind your hands and feet. You are now more of a bargaining chip.”
The crowd responded, “Sure!”
After they were tied up, George asked a few more questions: “Is anyone feeling tied up to the point of being unable to escape?”
After receiving responses, George walked over to some of the troublesome noblewomen and bound their hands securely.
Outside, a shrill scream from a man could be heard.
A delicate young man in a black-and-white maid outfit rushed in, screaming:
“People outside have come in! Wuwuwu, what should we do? Brother, think of something!”
“Quick, come here to take refuge.” As George said this, he handed his sword to Litise, saying: “Watch them. If any noblewoman intimidates these poor slaves, you can kill her directly. I’ve told them beforehand.”
“Okay.”
Upon receiving the reply, George casually drew a sword from those he had captured, praying as he walked. Before long, a beam of white light fell upon the sword, radiating a faint white glow.
Walking down the corridor, many slaves were surging through, and when they saw George, they all split to the sides, looking at him with anxious eyes. Some men couldn’t help but cry, while another man comforted him by patting his shoulder.
Although he knew that in this world, from the perspective of the old world, gender roles were reversed, George still found it quite fresh.
This slave auction center looked like it had been converted from an opera house, with a pair of large double doors that were more than adequate for defense.
The sound of a battering ram striking the door echoed throughout the entire building.
George did not exit through the main door but instead went to the second floor and kicked open the door leading to the balcony, revealing the entire courtyard and the bustling soldiers below in clear view.
A half-circular wall surrounded the area, covering a large expanse, with the space below nearly filled with noisy female soldiers. Several noble female knights in silvery scale armor were loudly giving orders.
Beside them stood a few female mages in long robes.
Outside the courtyard were onlookers; the street was nearly filled with people, with the windows of the red brick building across the street opened. The trees were filled with individuals, with the more daring ones sitting on the walls of the courtyard. Most of those inside were women, wearing dirty, durable work clothes.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Below, to the right of the balcony, six or seven female soldiers raised a battering ram and struck against the auction house’s door.
George watched, finding it familiar; the leader, dressed in armor, was indeed the representative earlier pushed forth by the female guards. Behind her stood the original female guards.
George lifted his face mask and shouted at them in the foreign language he had just learned:
“Do not breach your promise!”
Hearing George’s words, the disloyal female guards below burst into laughter.
The other female soldiers pointed at George’s face and said:
“How pretty.”
“If only we could spit on that face, tsk tsk.”
The leader of this group of soldiers, a noble old lord, lifted her mask to reveal a middle-aged woman’s face and shouted:
“This beautiful gentleman, if you surrender, I guarantee you will receive treatment befitting your noble status.”
Unfortunately, George could not understand.
He shouted again at them, “You have breached your promise.”
The disloyal female guards laughed even more, spewing vulgarities, and the armored female guards put down their battering ram to spit a mouthful of saliva at George:
“You filthy old man, clearly you wanted us to get you off before letting us go.”
George picked up a flowerpot from the balcony and hurled it at the heads of the disloyal female guards.
This childish retaliation only reinforced many people’s belief that the person standing on the balcony was a pampered young aristocrat.
George pried a stone from the stone railing with his bare hands and flung it hard. The stone hit the flowerpot, creating an explosion, and fragments and gravel shot out, splattering nearly all of the disloyal female guards below.
An astonishing scene occurred as the female guards all fell to the ground, and those who survived cried and struggled.
One armored female guard lay on the ground, her helmet embedded with fragments, mouth agape, bleeding from the corners of her mouth.
A shard of the flowerpot hit the old lord’s chest armor, split into two, and fell to the ground.
Stunned, she gazed at the sea of dead bodies around her; after so many years of battle, it was her first time witnessing someone kill over thirty robust soldiers with a flowerpot.
George leaped down from the balcony, sword in hand, charging toward the soldiers.
The battle was fierce and terrifying.
No one dared to watch any longer; windows slammed shut in fear, and people rushed down from the courtyard walls and trees, fleeing in panic.
Because soldiers and strong warriors were falling in droves under George’s sword, knights on horseback heroically charged forward but met a disastrous fate, with both horse and rider perishing.
The old lord fell from her horse, landing on the ground, and a dead horse fell on her body. Footsteps and screams of fleeing individuals echoed nearby, and everything gradually returned to calm.
The dead horse was moved aside.
The old lord saw the beautiful knight in silver armor before her, and she no longer dared to underestimate this man. She pulled out a mace and shouted to defend herself.
George grabbed her wrist and shoved the old lord down to the ground, saying:
“You may rescue the injured. Go now.”
This was also one of the lines he had strived to learn before.
The old lord set down her mace and stumbled away from the pile of corpses, leaving behind three knights, several mages, and hundreds of soldier bodies.
He reported this incident and the conditions to the highest authority of the city.
It provoked public outrage.
The heads of the slave guild were even more enraged.
This city, which primarily engaged in the enslavement and trafficking of people, could not tolerate such blatant criminal behavior!
If George had boldly led the liberated slaves out of the streets, they might have accepted it.
But for them to prepare transportation, money, and ransom to let the slaves leave together?
Such actions severely violated the law and blatantly disregarded the great and sacred “Slave Law.”
They vowed to bring down this fortress by tomorrow.
As the nobility, who were hostages, were still inside the building, they couldn’t set fire to it and would directly launch an attack and infiltrate, with some clever troops threatening George with hostages to force him to drop his weapon.
Unfortunately, George understood very well that dropping his weapon meant abandoning everything and swore to take revenge for the dead hostages. After interrogating and identifying the names and characteristics of the order-givers, to prevent errors, George executed all the officers of that troop.
When the sun rose in the east, George, battered and bruised, thanked the gods for their protection with the morning light shining upon him.
The dawn light fell on George and the flesh-and-blood fortress built from hundreds of corpses.
To intimidate the enemy, George made use of the slain soldiers as building materials.
A wall of corpses blocked the courtyard gate, stacked densely with approximately two hundred bodies, with a cart for collecting corpses overturned nearby.
The commander inspecting the battlefield was so shocked at this scene that he nearly fell off his horse. Once steady on his horse, he roared:
“Meet that butcher’s conditions! As long as he leaves our city, any condition can be met! Damn it! Who brought him here!”
The entire city had no choice but to bow to George and negotiate with him.
“I can ask, who is Jima? Why are you looking for her?”
“It’s none of your business, master slave owner. You just need to make my demands widely known.”
