Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 363-364

Chapter 363 – Advice on the First Slave

For some things, the old man might not say much since he cared for few, but the “thousand gold grains” was one of those he cared about. In the old man’s heart, it still has a large proportion, and those who knew that he worked hard a lot for it, even running all the way to this desolate land to find it, should know.

If Shao Xuan bargained again, regardless of what others would say and even if he had to directly fight him, the old man would rather die than agree. A thousand grains was his last concession.

“I said I would compensate it with something else, but I don’t have much on hand right now so I can’t give it to you yet. In this way, if you have time in the future, go to King City, give them my name and I will give it to you there.” The old man said, handing Shao Xuan a crooked little bronze knife shaped like a smaller sickle. “This is for you. If you go to King City, you can take this out and someone would take you to me.”

King City?

Shao Xuan raised his head from looking at the knife, to look at the old man. “What is your full name?”

“This old man is called Ji Ju!”

Ji? Shao Xuan heard that that was the name of the king of King City, a city of aristocratic slave owners. Many of the surnamed Ji now has the most slaves among the slave owners, and the surnamed Ji in King City were also transforming the former tribes to slaves. Later, the five largest tribes also gathered there, and took the “Ji” as the name of their people.

Long ago, in this land, tribesmen discovered another way to use the fire. With this, some tribesmen become slave owners, building city-states, while others still maintained a tribe.

“Have you always enslaved a lot of slaves?” Shao Xuan asked as he put the fine grains that Ji Ju handed over in his animal skin bag.

Since he’s one of the slave owners with the largest lands, there should be quite a few slaves working under them. However, Ji Ju’s answer was not so. “There are many slaves under me, after all, I have more land and it has to be taken care of. However, the slave I have personally enslaved is only one.” Ji Ju said with pride on his face.

Ordinary slaves and personally enslaved slaves have the same distinctions between them as beasts and engraved beasts raised in the Flaming Horns tribe. It depended on the degree of closeness. Shao Xuan had heard about this in his travels, so there was not much surprise about this. However, it surprised him that Ji Ju only enslaved one.

“That must have been a powerful slave.” Shao Xuan said.

“Naturally, Kitochi is a very good slave. He can help me take care of my fields.” Speaking of that, Old Ju had some thought of his slave.

“Kitochi? How could a person have such a name?” Shao Xuan asked.

“This is a very good name. I gave it myself!” When Shao Xuan questioned it, Old Ju’s face showed that he disagrees. “And who says Kitochi is human?”

“Then what is it?” Shao Xuan was curious of a slave owner of this age only having one slave on hand, moreover, the only slave was not actually human.

Old Ju looked proud of it. “Moo—”

Shao Xuan: “…Moo? A cow, huh?”

“Yes! Don’t you think this slave is particularly good?! It was when it was still little when I enslaved it, and I had a large field in my hands that was in its care.” Old Ju had a big smile on his face.

“I’ll see it when I have the chance.” Shao Xuan said.

As he talked about his own beloved slave, the old man’s depressed state disappeared. His eyes lit up like a torch and the smile on his face did not diminish. His attention shifted from the thousand gold grains to his own slave, and old Ju said a lot.