Subordinates
Leylin followed Dylan into a large white-coloured tent.
A smell of incense inside permeated the air. It masked the musky unwashed odor of the slaves and various bodily excrement. Despite this, the atmosphere was much better than outside.
The slaves in here wore some thin clothes that could somewhat cover their private areas.
Dylan brought Leylin to a few extremely muscled guys, “They were all raised and taught by a Knight! How do they look? I dare say these definitely meet your requirement!”
Leylin nodded his head and walked towards a large bald guy, “A.I. Chip! Stat Scan!”
The other Knight level slaves’ stats were more or the less similar. Leylin observed that their pupils were widened and somewhat dispirited.
“The mind of these Knights seem to have been affected by something……”