After the Legend Chapter 69: Slave life (still abuse, be careful)

The eyes are full of yellow sand.

The hot afternoon sun shone on the desert unobstructed, reflecting light that people couldn't see directly, and the hot and dry air poured into people's mouths and noses, and even their throats were dry as if they were on fire. A group of ragged slaves walked under the scorching sun with heavy water jugs on their backs, their eyes were dull and their lips were chapped, stepping on the sand surface step by step, slowly heading south.

Ming Na was walking in the ranks of the group, gasping for breath. Although she was tired and her eyes hurt from the sunlight reflected on the sand, she still squinted and carefully observed her surroundings. terrain, especially any rocks or animal skeletons that can be used as signposts.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking in the air. She immediately reacted and fell to the ground following the sound, avoiding the severe injury of the whip, but a bloodstain was still swept across her arm by the tip of the whip.

"What are you looking at?! Let's go!" the supervisor scolded. Ming Na was already used to it, so she quietly got up and continued to walk forward. Behind her came the screams of other slaves being whipped.

They walked for more than an hour before returning to the camp. This is a low mountain of red rock, red, red and even crimson sandstone fills the entire area, they have been battered by wind and sand for the past few decades, forming all kinds of grotesque appearances, for this mountain Brings all kinds of terrible legends.

It is located in the southwest of Turi, a town on the border between Nuojia and Weisha, more than ten kilometers away from Turi, and there is no oasis or water source. No one knows why people choose this place as a settlement, but in the last ten years, more and more people have come to live here. Most of them are from Weisha, and a few are from Nuojia, but there are also many people from other countries, but these people have a more or less bad aura.

Ming Na walked through the camp with her head lowered, and beside her ears was a few big men with **** upper body making fun of a few young female slaves. In front of a row of caves dug on the rock **** specially used to store food and water.

Slaves line up and pour back water into vats and pitchers. When Ming Na poured the water, she caught a glimpse of a few water droplets that bounced after the water fell into the tank. With a flash in her eyes, the water droplets disappeared instantly, and no one else noticed.

"What are you doing?!" There was an angry scolding from the side, and then a seven or eight-year-old girl was kicked to the ground, and the foreman savagely added two whips: "How dare you steal water to drink?! Look I won't kill you!"

"Don't hit, don't hit, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare..." The little girl cried to avoid the scourge of the whip, but she was finally let go after seven or eight lashes. The people around were just watching, and no one stopped the supervisor.

Minna bit her lip but didn't make a sound. This kind of thing happens every day. She once tried to help the person who was beaten, but the result was that the two of them were beaten more together, and the person she helped might not thank her.

After the water is poured, all the slaves are checked by the overseer before they are released to make sure that no water has been stolen. When the supervisor saw that everyone's lips were chapped, he nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I will give you water at night, but if I find you stealing water, hum..." He sneered and didn't say yes. How about it, but everyone fought a cold war and went out obediently with their heads down.

Ming Na also lowered her eyebrows and returned to the tent of her "master", which was far away from the tent. When she walked to a place where no one could see, she moved her finger and opened her mouth slightly, ten A few small water droplets suddenly appeared and got into her mouth, moistening her thirsty throat.

She touched her lips with her fingers to make sure that she would not reveal her hands and feet before approaching the tent, suddenly realizing it, she turned her head sharply, dodging a wine bottle thrown from the account : "Where did the dead girl go?! How dare you be lazy and don't work?! Hurry up and come in!"

Minna's eyes flashed with disgust, and she quickly covered it up. She got into the tent, and saw the "master" leaning on the felt, leaning on a few cushions, his face flushed, his whole body smelled of alcohol, seven or eight glass flasks were swaying around, one only had bacon left. Broken dish, you know he's drunk again.

"Where are you going?! I have a lot of work waiting for you here! I spent so much money to buy you, but you are lazy?! Be careful I sell you to a brothel!" He was already a little confused, but the words that came out of his mouth were still so unpleasant.

Ming Na didn't answer, she knew that even if she answered, the alcoholic wouldn't listen, he just wanted to curse. She pursed her lips to clean up the embarrassment, but just wiped the stains with a cloth. The water here is precious, and of course it can't be used to clean the blankets stained with wine and oil. Anyway, when the "master" can't bear it, He will use the cleansing spell.

Sure enough, the drunkard didn't pursue the answer to the question any more, just cursing how much he spent when he bought her and how bad it turned out to be. , actually looked down on his ability, and so on, and then snored in the alcohol.

Minna gave him a cold look, walked to the cauldron on the other side of the tent, stirred the potion that was boiling inside, turned down the fire, and started cutting hellebore and peeling figs Work. After a while, she peeped that the alcoholic had completely fallen asleep and would not wake up for a while. She hurriedly put down the fig shell in her hand, quickly took a small crucible, put in the ingredients, and carefully placed it on the stove to boil. , while also distracted to pay attention to the situation of the alcoholic.

God knows why this alcoholic is a magician? To be more precise, it was a potionist who was expelled from both the Shaonan Magicians Association and the Potions Association. The reason for the removal is unknown, but according to the private discussions of other people in the camp, it seems that he prepared some kind of potion with a strong psychedelic effect, which can make people unconsciously follow other people's orders, and successfully defrauded several people. The wealth of a noble lady caused a great panic in the upper class, which led to such a result.

It's not known how he got to this place, but he still has some status here. Every month, he makes a large batch of banned potions, which are sold by the camp leader to a merchant in Tuli in exchange for a lot of money. In this camp, he is a little-known rich man, and he is also the object of taboo of others, because everyone is afraid that he will drug him.

Thanks to him, although Ming Na was beaten and scolded every day, no one dared to seriously hurt her, for fear of making the former potionist angry.

It has been more than a year since she fell into the hands of a slave trader in the fall of her ninth year. When the slave traders brought her back in a coma, fearing that she would cause trouble, they gave up selling people in Matt Harbor and took all the girls to other cities overnight. They also drugged Ming Na along the way, making her obsessed Dazedly, unable to resist them.

When Minna wakes up, she finds herself in an unfamiliar place. Judging from the clothes and accents of the people around her, she roughly judged that she should still be in Eastland. She tried to escape several times, almost succeeded once, only to be found at the last minute, struggling to the death, and taken back again.

The slave traders finally discovered the fact that she had practiced martial arts. Fearing that if she escaped, it would threaten the survival of the entire sales team, they were cruel, desperate to lose money, discounted her legs, and gave her She took the dumb medicine, just to deceive unsuspecting customers, and they let people heal her superficial wound. At that time, her legs seemed to be fine, but once she stood for a long time or did strenuous exercise, she would experience unbearable pain, and she was unable to speak and had nowhere to ask for help. It was an indescribable despair.

At that time, Ming Na could finally hold back her resentment. She resented her mother who ignored her shouts, resented her father who hadn't come to see her for many years, resented her grandfather who had left her back to her own world, resented that she had tricked herself into taking away the reserves. Yuttan and Sibilla, who were in the ring, also resented Corbin, who refused to let them go. The most resentful was the person who drove them away from the grandfather's house that day.

I don't know how many times she was beaten and scolded, and I don't know how many slave traders were exchanged. She was regarded as the most troublesome cargo and was sold to Weisha at a low price. She was sent to this place along with more than ten other male and female slaves. , and then because he was found to have magical fluctuations on his body, he became the servant of this alcoholic magician.

Perhaps it was because of her previous losses that she learned to behave well. Ming Na never let the slave traders know that she knew magic. When she was under the alcoholic, she didn't reveal it. She even behaved clumsily when she was learning to cut potion materials. . Although what he got in return was the alcoholic beating and scolding, he didn't take her to heart because of this. He just regarded her as a little devil with some magic talent but nothing, and asked her to help him guard the fire or handle potion materials. .

He was drunk all day, but Minna found an opportunity to quietly hide some magic ingredients to heal her foot injury and throat. In the past six months, great progress has been made. She walks for two or three hours now, her feet are not as painful as before, and she can make sounds in her throat. However, she was afraid that others would be suspicious, so she continued to pretend to be dumb and often walked with a limp.

The liquid in the small crucible exuded a faint medicinal fragrance. Ming Na quickly threw the last ingredient down, stirred it, then removed the pot and took out a broken glass bottle from the corner of the cabinet— - Throw away what the drunkard doesn't want - carefully pour the potion into it, plug the bottle with a cork, and hide it in his pocket.

The alcoholic turned over, and while Minna turned to see if he was awake, she quickly wiped off the residue in the small cauldron with a cloth and put it back in place. While the Cleansing Charm could have been done more successfully, she didn't want to take the risk of casting magic so close to a magician that, if found, what she had done would be exposed.

The scent of the potion still lingers in the air, even in her pockets. Ming Na fanned the surrounding air, but seeing little effect, she simply grabbed a handful of hellebore and threw it into the cauldron of the drunkard's potion. The smell of the wine was covered, and the faint medicinal fragrance was naturally not a problem.

Smell the aroma, the drunkard turned up abruptly, rushed to the cauldron to check, and kicked Ming Na a few times before putting in several other medicinal herbs to counteract the side effects of hellebore. Dumping the wrong potion, he would not do this kind of thing, in such a ghost place, every kind of potion material is extremely precious.

Ming Na held back the pain and carefully protected the medicine in her pocket. It didn't take long for the alcoholic to become addicted to alcohol again. When he turned around, he couldn't find any wine, and he had no water to drink.

Ming Na peeped that he had entered another tent and knew that he was looking for someone to drink. She immediately turned around to get the water bottle and water bag, ran to the place where the water was stored, and filled the water with the excuse that the "master" asked for it. He came back, poured out half of the cup with a cup, carefully took it to his own den in the corner of the tent, turned over the bed, pushed aside the sand, and lifted the wooden board at the bottom. Inside was a broken crock with a lid. Water bags, and a few half-pieces of dry bread. This kind of food, as long as it is stored well, will not go bad for a month.

She poured the water from the glass into the water bag, took out the bottle and took a sip of the potion, put it in the jar together, buried it again, and filled the glass with water just now and put it on the drunkard's table before returning to the fire to look after the large pot of potion.

She can feel the pain slowly disappearing from her body. That bottle of potion is specially used to condition her body. As long as she continues to drink it, she will soon regain her strength. In addition, she has already figured out the surrounding terrain. Food and water will be ready in a few days, and it won't take long... ...it won't be long...she'll be out of here...

She still remembers the map of the country and city that her grandfather told her, and she also studied geography in school. There are only less than three days between Turi and Murray, but the nearby Turi has a deep relationship with the camp owner. There have been escaped slaves caught there, so she can only go directly to Murray .

Although it was desert all the way, she had the experience of walking through the desert with her grandfather, and for several months, she went to the oasis in the north map with other slaves to back the water, and she would definitely be able to walk down. As long as you get to Mengli, there is grandfather's house there, and maybe there are people from the Xiao family business. Soon, she will be able to go home!

She seemed to see her father laughing at her, her mother crying with her arms around her, Grandpa Marshall saying she wanted to make something delicious for her, and Winnie babbling about making her new clothes...

"Damn girl, what are you doing?!" A roar woke her up, and when she looked up, it turned out that the alcoholic had returned. He was anxiously stirring the liquid in the pot, and kicked his feet angrily: "Look at what you have done! You have ruined all my medicines! I have no food tonight! Get out!"

Ming Na pouted, that kind of harmful medicine, it is a good thing to do less pot, and if he really values ​​that medicine, why would he go out to find someone to drink? If there is no food, there is no food to eat. In this camp, he is not the only one who has food here.

She broke out of the tent under the roar of the drunk and walked to the slaves' "dining room" - a broken felt tent. Originally, a slave like her who had her own "master" didn't need to go there to eat, but she didn't want to go hungry, so she ran to grab food from a large group of men, women, young and old, and secretly hid half a piece of dry noodles with her. Hide back in the tent.

She slept in her own nest, and when she thought of what was hidden under the bed, she couldn't tell how excited she was: soon, soon, just bear it for a few more days...

In the middle of the night, she was woken up by the neighing of horses, and then she heard the alcoholic cursing loudly. Someone came outside and told the alcoholic to go out, saying something in a low voice.

Ming Na got up quietly, listened carefully, and heard that some important guests seemed to be coming, and asked him to accompany him. The drunkard followed, and Ming Na was a little curious, who was coming?

When she went to get water the next morning, she finally saw the visitor. It was an unfamiliar young man in his twenties, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, very handsome in appearance, and had an indescribable noble bearing. Looking at his clothes, although it is just plain and simple Noja civilian clothes~IndoMTL.com~, it is incompatible with other people, as if a prince ran into a beggar's den.

He spoke kindly to a slave girl and asked her to get him a basin of wash water. The female slave entered the cave where the water was stored in a trance, and Ming Na heard a few female slaves teasing her, saying that if she was taken away by the noble person, she would not have to suffer any more.

Ming Na heard the words, her heart moved, she lowered her head and picked up the water jug ​​and walked back, secretly thinking about whether to ask the guest for help. He looks like a good guy...

However, many people who she thinks are good people have done things to hurt her. Can this "good person" be trusted?

She just lowered her head and pondered. She didn't pay attention for a while. She bumped into a fat man and fell to the ground, but the fat man glared at her: "You stinky girl, how dare you hit me?! I don't want to kill you. !" After saying that, he kicked him.

Ming Na secretly shouted badly, this person is the enemy of an alcoholic, and he never buys his account, maybe he will really beat himself to death. She hurriedly dodged, but the other party also brought two accomplices and surrounded her. She was punched a few times, and she didn't care about the water jug ​​in her hand. Seeing that there was a gap between the three, she rushed out. Unexpectedly, before she ran a few steps, someone suddenly stretched out a foot from the side and threw her to the ground. In a blink of an eye, four people surrounded her.

She gritted her teeth secretly, preparing to take the beating hard, but no matter what, she couldn't spoil her escape plan.

"Stop!" A male voice sounded, faintly majestic, Fatty and his accomplices couldn't help but stop, but they became angry: "Who is meddling?!"

Looking back, it was the young guest staring at them sternly: "Let go of that little girl!"

(Ming Na is eleven years old...a new year~~~~)

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