After the carriage had left, Manveld found that, as the coachman had said, no one had stayed to wait for him, and everyone had gone a clean, and the bustling crowd was full of strange faces.

But he didn’t feel much frustrated, and he didn’t do it to get thanks, but because he thought it was the right thing to do.

According to the coachman, Manveld soon found the registry office of the Greys—indeed, the area was not only full of banners, but people were shouting everywhere, and it was difficult to not pay attention.

Despite the large number of people, the order of the scene did not seem chaotic, a railway railing divided the crowd into folding shares, seemingly from the entrance to the registration desk distance was artificially extended a lot, but this also makes people can only follow the railings limited "road" one by one to move forward.

When it was his turn, a soldier dressed as a Grey-Bang man received him—all in the same uniform, very recognizable.

“The name?”

“Manfield Castin.”

"Identity, whether there is any criminal experience, what is the speciality?"

The other side of the inquiry process is the same as the coachman said, Manfield answered one by one, like the family and so on all the contents of the family, when the special part is ready to come in detail, the soldier only heard one "can read and write" and then interrupted him, "Okay, go to the No. 6 trestle bridge on the ship."This is your registration number and don't lose it.The next one.”

Before he could return, he was pushed out of the team and entered the dock area.

Oh, just that?

Is it true that, as the coachman said, literacy alone can be confused in the gray castle?But look at the situation in front of the registration desk, it seems that any gray castle people come, they all know how to read and write?Manfield noticed during the line that the group of recorders had changed for several rounds, sometimes even temporarily looking for a temporary emergency from the regulatory order of the soldiers, and there was no fork in the case.

This situation has somewhat confusing him.

And the sign given to him by the Grey Fort people also seemed to hide the porch - it was a iron plate, and one was still hung with a linen, which could be worn as a necklace on the neck.There is a series of symbols on the sign, which is probably related to the number at the time of registration.Such a small metal card can not spend a lot of money to find a blacksmith, but if it is extended to the entire group of immigrants, it is not the same thing.

Formerly a blacksmith shop in Castin's family territory, he naturally knew what that meant.An iron plate can be made of the edges left by the iron, but a hundred pieces and a thousand pieces are not; engraving a symbol for half a day is enough, and it can be repeated a hundred times, a thousand times, and the time will become quite long.

But how many people are in the dock a thousand?

If Shenchi Bay were such a situation every day, tens of thousands would be lower!Is it possible for all migrants to have such a registration card?The materials and time required were beyond his imagination, and it was not possible for all the blacksmiths who gathered the wolf heart.

This alone made him feel the wealth and luxury of the gray castle.

Previously, this title should belong to the morning kingdom.

With this emotion, Manveld boarded a three-masted sea ship.

I don't know if it was a special relationship, he was divided into a cabin of ten people, much better than expected to sleep in the warehouse.But even so, the rich taste of the cabin still made him unbearable, and even if the family fell down, it could at least guarantee a comfortable bedroom.

So he stayed for a while, and he ran away.Just as he was about to go to the deck to see through the wind, Manfield suddenly heard a slight cry for help.

It seems to have come from the end of the walkway.

At this time, there were not many people boarding the ship, and the sailors were busy on the upper floor, and the whole cabin seemed to be empty, and no one but him heard this cry for help.

Manfred walked without hesitation in the direction of the source of the sound.

At the end is a closed clutter room, except for the crew, few people will come to such a place.He put his ear lightly to the door and heard some strange noises, as if someone was struggling.

He took two steps back decisively, slammed his shoulders, and touched the door.

And the sight in front of him made Manfield a little.

The man standing in the clutter was an acquaintance in the carriage, and the man who walked along the way and laughed at his stupid middle-age nobleman.Two of his remits were pressing the two women to the ground, trying to tie their hands and feet with rope.The woman's mouth was stuffed with a lump of sackcloth, and only a low voice of tugness could be uttered, and it was obvious that they had been forcibly brought here.

"Oh?"Isn’t that a fair fool?”The nobleman did not rush, "If I am not mistaken, you must also be a nobleman?"My name is Mike Kinley, and you?”

“Manfield Castin.”This is Manfred's third time in a day.And he noticed that when he said his identity, the woman's eyes that had just brightened her hope were extinguished, and even the magnitude of the struggle was much smaller.

“Kashstein?I haven't heard of it."The other side shrugged, "But if you're lucky, since you've met, you've got to have fun--but you have to come after me."

“Let them go.”Manfred whispered.

“Ha?”Mike Kinley narrowed her eyes, “What’s wrong with you?”Do you know who they are?The Slave!I don’t know how many people have played it.I began to think that I was wrong, and I did not expect to encounter these two little things on the boat.As far as I know, their masters could not have let them go, so the conclusion is very simple, they escaped without authorization.Even then, do you still have to protect them?”

Fugitive slaves, even among slaves, are the lowest kind, almost no animal, and no matter what the nobles do to them, they will not be blamed.

But as he said before.

“Everyone is like that, and that doesn’t mean that’s right."

“The ship’s destination is Fort Grey, isn’t it?”

“...what do you want to say?”Mike Kinley looked at her face.

“You must have heard the propaganda of the Greys, and you must have heard that the Wimbledon royal family had abolished slavery, so from the moment they boarded the ship they were no longer slaves.”Manfield did not give up."And don't forget, there's another round of review after disembarking, which includes the criminal experience, if I say it, do you think the Grey Fort people will think that it didn't happen?"

“What if I have to continue?”They gritted their teeth and asked in a word.

“Then win me first.”Manfred up his sleeve, “I’m a knight—”

The voice did not fall, and Mike Jinli's men jumped up.

...

The battle was quickly won.

The other bodyguard obviously also practiced, in the small debris, Manfield failed to support ten tricks, and lost the ability to return.When his swollen nose fell, Ma Jinley did not forget to make up his feet.

“Do you still want to play nicely with this guy?I thought you were as good as your mouth."The middle-age nobleman took a vicious sip, "Fuck, ruin the old man's interest."If you like to protect these two bitches, let it go.But don’t forget that slaves are slaves, no matter where they are.It’s so bad to meet such a fool, let’s go!”

The door was closed, and there were only three people left in the crowded and tattered clutter room.