Chapter 518 (1/2)

Keller walked forward slowly, because it was a country with more strict class than Rome. Therefore, in front of Kailar's bearing, not only other civilians rushed forward, but even guards did not dare to make a mistake.

Because of his deliberate action, the other party did not hesitate to bump into kylar. The impact did not cause much pain to him because of his slow movement. However, a large amount of dirt appeared on the mage's robe.

The air froze in an instant. Seven or eight sacks were scattered on the ground on the girl's head, and she herself fell on the ground. But as we all know, this slave with shackles on her feet is dead.

Keller gently patted the dust on his robe. Although the dirt was lighter, it was still conspicuous. This mage's robe was given to Keller by coloss. Naturally, it was of high quality, but now it's dirty. It's a pity.

Sanli bent down and glanced at the girl. The girl had no fear at all. She just sat on the ground looking at Keller and her. The peace inside, no, the stillness inside was creepy.

She grabbed a sack of gunny bags, and her shoulder suddenly sank. This is a 200 kg sack. It is the limit for an adult man to carry two sacks. Otherwise, it will be difficult to move. The little girl seems to have done this often, otherwise other people will not be surprised.

”Your Highness, this is four hundred pounds.” San Li threw the sack on the ground, which immediately aroused a piece of dust, which can be seen from this.

However, Sanli grabbed a sack with one hand, which made the little girl's eyes twinkle with a little light, but then darkened.

”Interesting.” Keller said with a smile, squatted down, touched his partner's hair, which was as red as fire, and asked with a smile, ”what's your name?”

The other side tilted his head and thought, ”Morgana.”

Well, look at this expressionless look, it's a little girl with hurt heart.

”Oh! Master, don't be wise with her. She is just a little slave. ” A greasy voice came in. It was the official language of the kingdom of liebel.

”Who are you?” Keller looked at him with a funny look. A blonde man with earrings looked at himself with flattery and continued to bow: ”Sir, I am just a small civilian. You must not have knowledge with us, you must not with us.”

Namolgana stood up and was about to begin to pack up the scattered sacks, but the blonde young man, with a flattering smile, pinched her cheek and kept pushing her to the ground. He was lying on the ground, kneeling in front of Kellar: ”master, please forgive her, please forgive her.”

Keller's face is full of disgust. A man kneels down to his parents, but he can't kneel to others. Although there are many kneeling rituals in the west, only one kneeling is just the worship of the lower class to the upper class. Later, after the industrial revolution, there was no half kneeling ceremony. However, this kind of kneeling with both hands on the ground, even his head was buried in the ground Kneeling down is a disgraceful act.

Special is a man.

Does this man even want self-esteem?

The most humble slaves would not kneel down to their masters in this way, because they had self-respect, and even the most powerful slaves in the Roman arena could accept the worship of most people.

This is the gift of the weak to the strong, but the other man has no consciousness of being a strong one.