Chapter 495: Mercenary five

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Yes, now they have in fact become the slaves of Earl Paul Greman.

And they have already accepted this positioning in their hearts.

Besides not having a brand, are they any different from slaves now?

"Our Earl...was a merciful and generous lord"

Major Erwin said.

"He thinks that your free will should be fully respected, so he gave you two paths to choose."

"The first way is to obediently brand him with his mark, and then return to Jiaowan to resume your status as a mercenary—of course, the mercenary of the Graman family. On the premise of completing the assigned combat mission, you can completely act like normal people." Live the same way, oh, just like you did before you came to Northwest Bay, but you have to be on call when you need to."

"Another way, continue to stay here and work, and then wait for the day when Lord Graeman is in a better mood, maybe he can pardon your crimes."

"Which way to choose, you should think about it carefully."

Major Erwin still maintained the same smile on his face just now. He leisurely and slowly paced to an armchair and sat down. He took a sip of the tea prepared for him by the labor camp officials and waited for the two Reply from a prisoner of rank.

The autumn sunshine is warm and quiet, shining into the office through the windows on the south wall, casting light and shadows on the floor.

Bello Doug twisted his somewhat stiff neck, and looked out the window following the sunlight.

Because of the office's location on the second floor and its location, the mercenary leader was lucky to be able to observe the camp from a different perspective than usual.

He saw the wall of the labor camp, with sharp wooden spikes embedded in the top of the wall to prevent prisoners from escaping, and a watchtower standing at the corner. At the southernmost part of the camp, a **** hole stands out. That is the entrance of the coal mine. Coal is shipped out every day, and I am busy with these black stones all day long. A large amount of coal **** covers the area. dyed black.

In the nearby open space, rows of prisoners stood quietly. They were his mercenary partners. They didn't know what happened, they didn't know what choice their regiment leader was facing, and their fate was uncertain. It will be changed because of this choice, and Ferguson's people may also be standing in another open space that they can't see.

He looked outside the labor camp, green forests, golden wheat fields, winding country roads, and bird cooking smoke from distant houses appeared in his eyes. If it was a few years ago, the scenery outside the wall would be Mundane things, but now Doug suddenly thinks they're so good, if only he had a paintbrush...Huh? When did I feel like an artist?

Doug opened his mouth, "I..."

"Master Erwin, can I reply to you tomorrow?" He was preempted by Ferguson.

"I don't want to make a decision right away," Doug said.

Erwin stared at them for half a minute.

"Well, I will give you time to think about it. I will stay in this room and wait before the sun goes down tomorrow. You can come to me anytime you think about it. Oh, don't forget to put the two options I mentioned Tell your fellows, I think everyone has the right to choose freely."

Ferguson and Doug left the office one after the other.

In the corridor, Doug asked pretending to be puzzled: "I said, Ferguson, why didn't you immediately agree to Aldo's request? But with a mere imprint, you can go back to the corner you've been thinking about day and night."

"Hmph!" Ferguson replied with great disdain: "I'm just slandering that old man. Who am I, Mr. Ferguson? I'm a proud warrior! I'm an unruly bird! How can you accept it for a little superficial freedom? A humiliating slave brand? If I return to Jiaowan with such a ghost thing, what will those people who know me think of me? I will never be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life as the head of the majestic rhinoceros mercenary group."

He turned to look at Doug: "Black dog, why don't you agree, you shouldn't care about these things."

Doug replied angrily: "Don't look down on people, you brat, my ancestors are nobles, and their blood is much nobler than yours. Even if you are physically imprisoned, you will never give in spiritually."

If it weren't for the fact that fighting was banned in the camp and the punishment for fighting was very severe, he would have died to punch a few holes in the head of the **** next to him.

After finishing speaking, he ignored Ferguson, strode to speed up, and walked over.

The annoying guy's voice came from behind, "I still have the backbone of a man in Jiaowan..."

Doug returned to the open space just now and saw his companions who were still standing. He explained the reason to the guards who were monitoring nearby, and then explained to everyone the two choices given by Major Erwin.

With a bang, a frying pan exploded in the open space.

"I want to go back to Jiaowan, I want to go back to Jiaowan!"

"Yeah, I've had enough of it here."

"But are we going to be slaves?"

"Don't be funny, aren't you a slave now? Are you a slave who is confined to work every day or a slave who can run around outside?"

The sound of discussion and quarrel filled the whole area for a while.

Doug calculated quietly from the side, and it seemed that the vast majority of people wanted to go back to Jiaowan.

While everyone was discussing, he dodged to the back of a house. With the cover of the building, he made a circle and returned to the building of the camp management office.

The moment he walked in, Doug abandoned all previous hesitation, and he decided that he wanted to go back to Jiaowan, even if he had a brand of shame on his body.

In fact, when Erwin gave a choice~www.readwn.com~he almost said that he would go back to Jiaowan, but it was that **** Ferguson who made a horizontal move, which made him fall into hesitation again.

Now Doug has made up his mind, he wants to go back if he loses face to tm.

His whole body and mind suddenly relaxed, and even his footsteps became much lighter, and he unknowingly came to the door of Major Erwin's office.

Doug stretched out his right hand, gripped the doorknob, and said to himself: Forest, wheat field, cooking smoke, here I come... Ah, I have to knock on the door first.

After three bangs, a heavenly voice came from inside: Come in.

He clenched the doorknob again, pushed the door open with a little force.

"Ferguson?"

An unexpected person appeared in his field of vision.

Ferguson also saw him. The broad face of the rhinoceros mercenary group leader began to change color rapidly, turning red, turning red, and continuing to turn red, until it finally felt like a crab shell had been boiled.

"Doug, you bushy-eyed..."