Finn and the others felt sowhat dazed as they listened.
Can a territory really be like this?
Soon enough, the Beast Cart that Tang Xiuwen was in stopped at the city gate.
The soldiers guarding the city recognized Tang Xiuwen in an instant.
After all, having represented the territory on a mission, their duty was to ensure that those returning from missions could enjoy the quickest conveniences.
"We’re back!" the guard said without hesitation, opening up the Beast Cart’s dedicated passage.
"Let the Beast Carts go in first. I might need to use your space here for a bit, is that okay?" Tang Xiuwen referred to the empty space beside the city gate, which had been set aside for handling special events.
"No problem," the soldier replied without hesitation and then led them to one side.
Everyone in the other Beast Carts beca anxious when they saw the carts suddenly stop at the city gate, but they didn’t dare resist and disembarked from the Beast Carts with trepidation.
As people gathered around, many started asking Finn and the others.
"What’s happened?"
"What are they going to do to us?"
"Are we going to be sold to other places?"
"..."
At this mont, many people’s imaginations ran wild.
Finn, seeing their anxious reactions, directly said, "Don’t worry, everyone. It’s sothing good. This Professional Lord is willing to purchase the wood and stone resources in your possession, allowing you to enter Hope Village. Once you’re visitors of Hope Village, you will no longer be slaves but freedn."
As Finn’s voice fell, there was a mont of silence, soon followed by a burst of excited chatter.
"Really?"
"Is it true?"
"Am I hearing this right?"
"How much does it cost to beco a visitor?"
"..."
Voices went from skepticism to excitent.
"It’s true! You’ve all made it here already, would we still need to deceive you?" Finn heartened them, and then took the opportunity to answer so of their questions, "To beco a visitor to Hope Village costs 10 copper coins per day, and to beco a permanent Resident of Hope Village costs 10 silver coins."
copper coins!
That was the only figure running through everyone’s minds.
Because this was the "price" of their freedom.
After rembering this number, all that remained was excitent.
The price was incredibly low, so low it seed within reach.
Of course, there were still many who were anxious. Although the price was low, those without any private property could not produce that amount of money on the spot.
So hadn’t even had a chance to collect any wood or stone by the ti they went out, as their tools were shared among one another.
So naturally, when so counted their money and found it insufficient, they beca anxious.
Seeing freedom right in front of them yet having to wait a while longer—how could they not care?
But after a bit more thought, many people cald down.
If not today, then surely tomorrow.
They had endured for so long; now it was just a matter of one or two days more—they could wait.
"If anyone doesn’t have enough on them, you can borrow from this Sir here, and repay him tomorrow. I’ll stand as a witness for that," Finn offered.
Although he trusted that these people wouldn’t underpay Tang Xiuwen, he still needed to give the other party so assurance.
Hearing this, Tang Xiuwen glanced at Finn, his eyes filled with appreciation.
This lad, not only smart, but also very righteous!
He was soone worth nurturing!
Thinking thus, Tang Xiuwen set up a stall on the spot, "Everyone line up, one by one, please."
Very quickly, without anyone needing to maintain order, the crowd spontaneously ford a line, orderly and disciplined.
And so, one after another, they sold the resources they had on them.
The first to gather enough was Frieda, and under Finn’s lead, she entered Hope Village.
The mont she entered, she received a ssage.
[Welco to Hope Village. Current available Identities: Visitor 10 copper coins/day, Resident (10 silver coins/permanent)]
"Visitor." Frieda sighed with relief.
[Given your slave Identity, awaiting territory confirmation...]
When she saw this ssage, Frieda’s heart thumped with anticipation.
Would it be granted?
Frieda didn’t have to wonder for long, as a response from the territory ca quickly.
[Identity granted as a freedman.]
As she read these words, Frieda’s eyes instantly brimd with tears.
And she wasn’t the last.
As one after another obtained their freedn Identity, they couldn’t help but cry.
Their tears were mixed with excitent.
They were finally no longer slaves!
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