The so-called registration was completed very quickly, and then Liens and the other Slaves were led out of the hall. However, they were not taken back to their original cells, but were led out of the Slave Exchange through the back door.
Unfortunately, the shackles on him and the thugs beside him temporarily dispelled his idea of taking the opportunity to escape.
Unless the other Slaves also rioted together, it would be difficult for him to escape from those thugs alone.
Moreover, he was also somewhat concerned about the previous registration.
Considering that this is another world where magic exists, it's impossible for something that is clearly some kind of magical item to only be used for registering them as Slaves.
That would be too wasteful.
Therefore, that thing probably has some function, and he planned to investigate it in the instance later.
Liens secretly observed the other Slaves. He could see that some people's expressions showed slight changes, seemingly having the same thoughts as him.
However, after a while, these people only showed some changes in their expressions, and no one dared to stand out and be the leader.
Seeing this, Liens was somewhat disappointed, but he understood their thoughts very well.
Fighting for one's life is the last resort; naturally, it won't be easily used before encountering a desperate situation.
After understanding the thoughts of the others, Liens also gave up the idea of escaping and looked up boredly at the moon hanging in the sky.
This was the first time he had seen the moon of this world in reality.
The bright white moon, as clear as a jade plate.
In his memory, the moon in the sky had always been like this, without the phenomena of waxing and waning.
It was this point that made Liens believe that he had transmigrated to another world, rather than remaining on his original Earth.
After all, in his cognition, no matter what era, as long as the moon revolved around the Earth, it was impossible for it not to have waxing and waning.
Of course, with Liens' shallow understanding of astronomy, he couldn't be sure whether the moon in the sky was a truly existing thing.
The universe is so vast; perhaps such a moon exists.
But one strange thing is that even though the moon has no phase changes, there is still a time unit called "month" in the calendar.
A year has four seasons, twelve months, a month has thirty days, and a day has 24 hours.
These are the time units used in this city that Liens knew of; he didn't know if other places also used them.
And the names of the four seasons are Revival Season, Hot Season, Harvest Season, and Frost Season.
Just by the names, one can basically tell what the characteristics of these four seasons are.
After waiting boredly for a while, several carriages drove towards them, raising some dust, and finally stopped in front of Liens and the others.
Liens noticed that in addition to the coachman, there were two men in uniform holding swords sitting in the front seats of each carriage. Their expressions were serious, and they looked somewhat like soldiers.
However, in his memory, most of the soldiers in this city looked sloppy, more like hooligans than soldiers protecting the city.
In comparison, these sword-wielding men were more in line with the image of a soldier in his mind.
After the carriages stopped steadily, the thugs from the Slave Exchange quickly herded Liens and the other Slaves onto the carriages and closed the carriage doors after all the Slaves had boarded.
After getting into the carriage, Liens tried it slightly and found that the carriage door was very sturdy. It was basically impossible for his small body to break it open.
Because there were no windows on the carriage, the interior became completely dark once the door was closed.
Fortunately, the space inside the carriage was not small, enough to accommodate more than a dozen people; otherwise, being packed together would have been quite troublesome.
Liens had no desire to discuss anything with his fellow sufferers in the carriage; right now, he was more concerned about what the item he had placed his handprint on actually was.
So, he groped in the dark, found a corner seat, and then entered the instance.
And after Liens entered the instance, the carriages carrying dozens of Slaves also began to drive away from the Slave Exchange, heading towards the outskirts of the city.
Slave Exchange, inside the hall.
"Are all those Slaves loaded onto the carriages?" Barton asked his subordinate.
"Yes, Master," the subordinate replied affirmatively.
"In recent years, the family's demand for Slaves has been increasing.
"Either magic experiments need test subjects, or the Training Camp needs Slaves to cultivate qualified family Dark Guards.
"People are needed everywhere, making my Slave Exchange almost out of goods. How am I supposed to make money!"
Master Barton complained with some dissatisfaction in his tone.
The subordinate stood by, silently listening to Barton's complaints, but made no response.
He knew Barton was just venting his emotions. Perhaps Barton truly had some dissatisfaction, but he couldn't actually express discontent.
As a subordinate and a servant, if he truly uttered anything disrespectful to the family, it would be a great disrespect and a serious crime.
In that case, let alone the family above, even Barton would not let him off lightly.
Order of seniority was something Barton had always emphasized at the Slave Exchange.
Moreover, as Barton, who was assigned by the family to manage the Slave Exchange, his primary duty was to provide a continuous supply of human resources for the family, and making money was secondary.
As a powerful noble family deeply rooted in this city, the family did not lack the profits brought by a Slave Exchange.
"You make a trip to the Inner City and hand these contracts to the family. You should know who to give them to, right? Tell him these are the contracts for the 34th Training Camp recruits."
Barton then instructed his subordinate.
"Yes, Master, I will go and do it as soon as possible."
The subordinate took the box containing the contracts and quickly left the hall.
...
Instance.
Liens stood once again in that magnificent hall.
Without wasting time, he boldly asked one of the thugs beside him, "What do you want to do by bringing us Slaves into the hall?"
If he were in the real world, he would definitely not make such an impulsive move, as it would likely lead to a severe beating.
But here was an instance, a simulation of the past; even death couldn't affect him in the outside reality.
So, he was naturally unrestrained.
After all, reality was already so oppressive; why couldn't he be arrogant when playing a "game"?
The thug naturally did not respond to Liens' question; instead, he warned him with a fierce glare not to speak again.
But the thug's glare didn't scare Liens. Since he was already in the instance, what was there that he dared not say? He wanted to be reckless, to continue being reckless.
So, seeing that the thug didn't respond, Liens directly shouted across the room at Barton, who was sitting at the counter, "Barton, you son of a bitch, what do you want to do by dragging us over here?"
At this, everyone present looked at Liens in shock.
They couldn't believe that a Slave would be so disrespectful to the owner of the Slave Exchange. Had he never been beaten? Or was he simply seeking death?
After the initial shock, the thug beside him immediately reacted and quickly slapped him, trying to show his superior that this was absolutely not his fault.
At the same time, he was also expressing anger.
How dare a Slave say such words in this setting? Did he want to scare him to death?
Of course, Liens couldn't let that thug hit him. When he saw the slap coming, he left this instance.