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Every man knows the fate of those women and the more men resisted to not let them go, the more brutal the Whippers would get in order to prevent the upcoming men from resisting, pushing fear into their souls in advance.

Whipping the eyes, nose, ears or basically anywhere around the head area was pain so unbearable that some men fainted at once because of it.

It took an hour to divide the women from the men, around 80 women were dragged in the river, pulled in the water for a wash.

And then, these ladies were either pulled in the boat for further business or just would just be raped in the river.

Even though the river is a hundred meters away, their screams and cries for help were easy to hear.

Ladies who are way too under aged (12 years old or less), were killed on the spot in front of their families as they simply show no use to a mentally corrupt place like Hawk city.

They can't work or be sold to the richer either, they can't be used in any way here.

And ladies over their 40s shared a similar fate. Except half of them were killed without a family member around.

The men who were too young or too old to work, shared the same fate gender regardless.

Some children did escape from the scene when their fate echoed clear, no Guard even bothered to chase after them.

After what these Slavers seem to be calling 'The Filtering', which what you've read above gives sense to such a phrase.

120 'Useful' men remained in front of the City's Walls While 80 'Useful' women were sent to the river.

40 people were killed on the spot which includes men they could have made use of but put up a battle.

Afterwards the head Whipper standing 10 meters away from the slaves, shouted several times "Silence!"

While the Whippers kept hitting the Slaves for them to obey the command until everyone remained completely quiet as they don't have any other options.

"Alright you filthy pieces of shit, this is Hawk city. As promised, you will be guaranteed a happy life." He dictates, laughing like a maniac after while the other Whippers and some Guards followed along.

The good laugh aside, he immediately cuts to the case. "Here you will work for free. After 10 Years, you will be set free from Slavery and can get the hell out of here for all I care."

Aiming to shatter the hope of these innocent souls, the head Whipper feels privileged to add. "You won't gain citizenship after 10 years if that's what you're thinking. If anything you are here to work in mines or farms. You know, the shit jobs no one else wants to do."

Standing in front of the quiet crowd where nobody dares to interrupt anymore, he adds the final bit of information. "Any form of minor disobedience will be punished with Whipping, continue to disobey, your fingers will be cut off one by one. Disobey 20 times, you swim down the river."

Letting silence stretch for a little while so he can take a breath, one more point has to be stated. "I will be kind enough to offer all of you a Job to pick, we need 50 miners and 70 farmers."

From the information the Whippers gave him, he's sure that there are 120 men in this crowd.

So by the King's instructions, he has to divide these people with a 60/40 ratio, percentage-wise.

In this case 70 farmers and 50 miners seems like the best option.

Making their only 2 choices clear, the Head Whipper yells out. "Who wants to be a farmer, stand up and walk towards the gate! The Guards will escort you to the other side of the City where the Farmlands are waiting for you."

One man stood up, then so did the other. Afterwards they became 10, then 20, reaching a total of 33.

When the Whippers counted only 33 willing to work in the farmlands, the Head Whipper became agitated.

Everyone would rather work down in a mine instead of a Farmland under the scorching sun. And since they are doomed to work for 10 years, they'd prefer to get comfortable with their work as much as possible.

Deeply pissed off by the lack of people willing to become farmers, at the top of his lungs the head Whipper yells, projecting pure anger. "I was kind enough to give you the option to choose and you dare to be picky? Move you Bastards!"

Afterwards out of fear, without even being Whipped, 20 more men stood up and followed the rest of the 33.

Noticing that 53 people are almost enough to meet their goal, 17 more people were Whipped until they joined the rest of the Slaves heading to the Farmlands, Whipping them would finish this little task easier.

Calming down after noticing that this task is half done. He turns to the rest of the Slaves and under a calmer tone he explains something important for every miner to know. "Alright, the rest of you will be heading towards the mines under those hills over there. Not being able to mine anything all day will be punished with 10 Whips, don't let it happen."

Afterwards the 50 remaining Slaves were set in a single line and led towards the mines located about 200 meters away from the City's main gate.

"One foot in front of the other, you know how it goes. Soon all of you will pickup a Pickaxe and work. But first we need to make sure you little bastards don't run away." Explains the Head Whipper with no respect towards these slaves in his radar.

Afterwards several Whippers brought four wheeled wooden carts filled with Iron formed into a ball and with a chain attached to it to prevent the Slaves from escaping.

If they try to escape they will have to consider living with a 25 kilogram Iron ball, because without the key, there is no way to escape these shackles.