I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1826 What's It Going To Be?

Chapter 1826  What's It Going To Be?

Boom! Such words were unbelieve when spoken. All she said was treasonous, but for some reason, everyone felt it was right. Yes! What has the current monarchy done for them? Absolutely nothing. Squinting their eyes, a few wise people in the crowd looked at Tilda with a strange light in their eyes. Change must come, and it seems the time is now. So what's it going to be? Are they in, or are they out? Many had to admit that Tilda was one hell of a speaker. She spoke so well, that the ex-military men who were now slaves, all looked at her as though watching a national treasure. (*#*)

Who knew women could make such speeches that rallied battle morale? Who the hell was her tutor? [Landon far away]: achoo!~... Why am I sneezing? Who is talking about me? "Pa… What do you think?" In the crowd, a broad shouldered man with a strong body, lowered his head alongside his brothers, to talk to the elderly man with an old wooden cane stick. One look and you would know that the old man was filled with countless wisdom. He, just like his descendants around him, used to belong to a low class noble, military home. Bottom line, a higher class noble was jealous of his family's blessings of having strong men with high military talent. And knowing their characters, the arrogant bible boy made secret plans with others, giving a command he knew they would never fulfil since it wasn't in their character. Everyone was betting they couldn't do it, and they were right. They just couldn't go around kidnapping women and young boys, and sending them to be tapped and tortured. For many, many, many years, they had tried avoiding such matters, thus choosing to never rise to a certain nobility level that kept all eyes on them. But it seems that no matter how long their family hides, eventually, the darkness will always seep in eventually. It was said that his sons all lost their wives during their family's downfall over the years. After being stripped of their title and taken into slavery as punishment, you can imagine the sort of life their wives lived. Day in, day out, they were tortured by different men until they eventually died. Fortunately, most of their daughters married before the family's downfall happened. So though they were definitely not living well in their husbands homes, it was at least better than being a slave in a slave establishment. Their sons on the other hand, even when young, didn't look feminine, so they were used as cleaners, cleaning away the blood, disposing of bodies left after entertainment. The old man's youngest great-grandson was 5, and he was already thrown in to clean till his hands turned sour. They were very fortunate that they were together in one place, unlike other families who had been sold to noble homes, business sites, ships, or other slave establishments, separated never to be seen again. How do they contact their loved ones when they don't even know where they were sent to? This wasn't Baymard when one could call each other with land phones, or had fixed and clear home addresses. Understand that if they lose sight of their loved ones, they might never see them again in this life. The old man's only comfort was that his family were all sent to the same place. Perhaps the enemy did this to make sure he watched how his descendants die one after the other. Their plans were good, but his sons were blessed, never dying no matter what hurdle came their way. His sons were strong, killing several hangols, Mezzos (half bull, half crocodiles), and many other beats whenever they were sent into the arena for entertainment. Typically, they will get sent in with about 20 other slaves to face off against 30 beasts. Most of the time, their sons wouldn't necessarily use brute force, but use their brains to trick these creatures to kill each other. They would lead the slaves, as if I'm the barracks, leading them to victory. Sure, they got injured sometimes, but coming out alive was the most important. As for the old man, he and his friend from another household who were stripped and sold, were sent to become stable men. How to say it? His sons were around 38 years old, his grandchildren were 22, 23 and 25, and his great-grandchildren were around 5. So yes, at the age of 49, he was considered very old, and seen as someone who was about to turn into dust because of his old age. At the age of 50, people treat one as though they were so old they don't even leave DNA prints anymore. So no matter how strong his body was, they still chose to send him to become a stable boy, looking after their horses, and taking care of visitor carriages. ***

"Pa, whatever you decide, we will follow." The old man locked his chapped lips, his eyes locked on his descendants deep in thought. In his heart, he already knew his stance. They say opportunity comes but once in a lifetime. If you miss it, regret is all you'll feel for the rest of your life. So why not take a chance with this mysterious Female Rebel? Looking at their father (grandfather, great-grandfather), everyone already had an inkling of his decision. For them, even if they went left, their faces were recognizable to their former enemies. So once discovered, they will only get thrown into slavery once more. By that time, the treatment they'll get will be 10 times harder than before.

So when you think of it like that, what other choice did they truly have than to fight for their freedom? Of course, some still chose to hide away and gain freedom on their own terms.

But regardless of how freedom came, it was something that was more than welcomes.

Freedom~... Everyone's eyes throbbed, yearning for the true essence of the word. Soon, it will be theirs!

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