Chapter 499 Mercenary 5

Yes, now they have in fact become slaves of Count Paul Graman.

And they have already accepted this position in their hearts.

Except for the lack of a brand, what is the difference between them and slaves now?

"Our Count... is a kind and generous lord"

Major Erwin said.

"He thinks your free will should be fully respected, so he gave you two paths to choose from."

"The first path is to bear his mark obediently, and then return to the corner bay to resume the identity of mercenaries - of course, mercenaries of the Graman family. On the premise of completing the assigned combat missions, you can live like normal people, oh, just like before you came to Northwest Bay, but you must be on call when there is a mission."

"The other path is to continue working here, and then wait for the day when Lord Graman is in a good mood, maybe he can pardon your crimes."

"Which path to choose, you should think about it carefully."

Major Erwin still maintained the smile on his face just now. He leisurely and slowly walked to a chair and sat down, sipping the tea prepared for him by the labor camp officials, waiting for the response of the two prisoners.

The autumn sun was warm and quiet, shining into the office through the windows on the south wall, casting patches of light and shadow on the floor.

Bello Doug twisted his somewhat stiff neck and looked out the window following the sunlight.

Because the office was located on the second floor and in its location, the mercenary leader was lucky enough to observe the camp from a different perspective than usual.

He saw the wall of the labor camp, with sharp wooden spikes embedded on the top of the wall to prevent prisoners from escaping, and a watchtower standing at the corner. At the southernmost part of the camp, a large black hole was clearly visible. That was the entrance to the coal mine, where coal was transported out every day, and he was busy with these black stones all day long. A large amount of coal slag dyed the area black.

In the open space nearby, rows of prisoners stood quietly. They were his mercenary partners. They didn't know what happened yet, and they didn't know what choice their leader was facing, and their fate would change because of this choice. Ferguson's people might also be standing in another open space that he couldn't see.

He looked outside the labor camp. Green forests, golden wheat fields, winding country roads and curling smoke from houses in the distance appeared in his eyes. If it were a few years ago, these scenes outside the wall would be ordinary things, but now Doug suddenly felt that they were so beautiful. If he had a paintbrush... Oh? When did he have the perception of an artist.

Doug opened his mouth, "I..."

"Lord Erwin, can I reply to you tomorrow?" He was preempted by Ferguson.

"I don't want to make a decision right away." Doug said.

Erwin stared at them for half a minute.

"Okay, I'll give you time to think about it. I'll stay in this room and wait before the sun sets tomorrow. You can come to me at any time. Oh, don't forget to tell your respective companions about the two choices I mentioned. I think everyone has the right to choose freely."

Ferguson and Doug left the office one after another.

In the corridor, Doug pretended to be puzzled and asked: "I say, Ferguson, why don't you immediately agree to the request of the Ordos? It's just a brand, and you can return to the Horn Bay you miss day and night." "Humph!" Ferguson replied with disdain: "I am just pretending to be nice to that Ordos. Who am I, Ferguson? I am a proud warrior! I am an unruly bird! How can I accept the humiliating slave brand for a little superficial freedom? If I return to Horn Bay with that kind of shit, what will those people who know me think? Me? As the leader of the Rhino Mercenary Group, I will never be able to hold my head up for the rest of my life. "

He turned his head and looked at Doug: "Black Dog, why don't you agree? You shouldn't care about these things."

Doug replied angrily: "Don't look down on me, you rough man. My ancestors were nobles, and my blood is much nobler than yours. Even if I am imprisoned physically, I will never surrender mentally."

If it weren't for the fact that fighting was prohibited in the camp and the punishment for fighting was very severe, he would risk his life to make a few holes in the head of the bastard next to him.

After saying that, he ignored Ferguson, strode forward to speed up, walked past and walked away.

The voice of the annoying guy came from behind, "There is still some backbone of the man of Jiaowan..."

Doug returned to the open space just now and saw his companions who were still standing. He explained the whole story to the guards who were supervising nearby, and then explained to everyone the two choices given by Major Irwin.

With a bang, the open space exploded.

"I want to go back to Jiaowan, I want to go back to Jiaowan!"

"That's right, I've had enough of this place."

"But are we going to be slaves?"

"Don't be ridiculous, aren't you a slave now? Are you a slave who is confined and works every day or a slave who can run around outside?"

The sound of discussion and quarrel filled the entire area for a while.

Doug quietly estimated that it seemed that the majority of people wanted to go back to Jiaowan.

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While everyone was talking, he dodged behind a house, and with the cover of the building, he made a circle and returned to the building of the camp management office.

When he walked in, Doug abandoned all his previous hesitations. He decided that he would return to Jiaowan, even if he had a shameful mark on his body.

In fact, when Elvin gave the choice before, he almost said that he would return to Jiaowan, but that damn Ferguson intervened and made him hesitate again.

Now Doug has made up his mind. What face is he going to go back.

His whole body and mind suddenly relaxed, and even his steps became much lighter. Unknowingly, he came to the door of Major Elvin's office.

Doug stretched out his right hand, grasped the door handle tightly, and silently said in his heart: Forest, wheat field, smoke, I'm here...ah, I have to knock on the door first.

After three knocks, a heavenly voice came from inside: Come in.

He grasped the door handle tightly again, exerted a little force, and pushed the door open.

"Ferguson?"

An unexpected person appeared in his field of vision.

Ferguson also saw him. The broad face of the leader of the Rhino Mercenary Group began to change color rapidly, turning red, red, and continued to turn red, and finally gave people the feeling of a cooked crab shell.

"Doug, you with thick eyebrows and big eyes..."