Chapter 82: The Enslaved Freeman_3

Winters arrived to find someone clutching Bard's leg, weeping with snot and tears.

"You... you are..." Winters recognized the person at once, but couldn't recall his name, "You are... You're the fat... That captain of the Bandit Gull?"

——cut——

The following day.

Morning, a light breeze.

The once bustling Red Sulfur Harbor no longer exhibited its past liveliness; the docks, usually noisy with people, now stood eerily quiet, with not a single ship in the bay.

Only a few seagulls remained on the pier, staring blankly at the rolling waves.

The master of Hongsong Manor, Kalman, brought a cartload of meat, vegetables, wine, and water, along with his nephew, to "comfort the troops" at Red Sulfur Harbor.

To say "comfort the troops" was actually to check on his own laborers. A medium-small plantation like Hongsong Manor employed fewer than fifty slaves in the fields and only seven armed guards.