Not long after the three of them went in, Shao Xuan heard obscene sounds and the voice of the blind old slave reciting books.
In many desert cities, some slave owners were not willing to look at the records left by their ancestors. They could not bear to memorize them, and they were told to treat them with care and not damage them. Over time, fewer and fewer people went to see the records of their ancestors.
Later, a slave owner had a brainwave and arranged for his slaves to read the records. He also ordered them to memorize all the records they had read. Whenever he wanted to know something, the slaves who were responsible for memorizing it would skillfully recite it.
Thus, there was a class of slaves who were responsible for memorizing. Their full responsibility was to memorize all the records for their masters.
These people were like living records that the slave owners could take with them at any time. If they wanted to know something, they just had to ask. They could even beat and scold them at will.
Listening to the sounds next door, Shao Xuan, who had sneaked into the stone room, thought: Those two people are really in high spirits. They are messing around and listening to books at the same time.
However, the old slave's voice did not fluctuate. It was very calm and was not affected by the two people. He was calmer than Shao Xuan. Shao Xuan did not know if it was because of his deep experience.
Shao Xuan did not have time to think about the chaotic relationship between the slave owners. There were a lot of animal skin scrolls, wood scrolls, cloth scrolls, and so on in the stone room. This made Shao Xuan very excited. He finally found it!
Looking at the classification above, there were also smelting related books. Shao Xuan looked through them. These records were very old. Some of them were not well preserved. If he used a little more strength, he would have broken them.
It recorded the core seed and where the ore for smelting came from. It was similar to what Shao Xuan thought. If the stone was placed around the core seed, it would change over time and become ore. The stone at different distances from the core seed would have different smelting methods because the metal obtained was different. The better the quality of the stone, the shorter the time needed and the higher the metal content.
Shao Xuan looked through the smelting methods described in it. There were records of failure and success. Looking at these records, Shao Xuan felt that the ancestors of the slave owners seemed to have been exposed to smelting for a long time. It was not something they discovered and tried.
In this regard, Shao Xuan had to find the origin of the slave owners, about their more ancient "history."
However, probably too long ago, Shao Xuan really could not find a place to put it. He looked through a lot and did not find what he wanted.
At this time, the man and woman next door had finished their business and left, laughing.
Shao Xuan put down the things in his hands and hid behind the stone shelf.
The curtain at the door of the stone room was opened. and footsteps. of footsteps into the stone room. It wasn't light at all, and every step was rather slow. These were the footsteps of the blind old slave.
Shao Xuan heard the sound of the old slave pouring water and seemed to think of something. The old slave sighed, then got up and walked over to where Shao Xuan was hiding.
Outside the window, Yang Guang's light came in. Shao Xuan could see the other person's elongated shadow getting closer and closer. He silently took out the knife in his hand.
When the other person was five meters away from himself, Shao Xuan suddenly got up and took two big steps. In an instant, he was in front of the blind old slave. The blade of the knife slashed at the old slave's throat. However, before he could cut, Shao Xuan stopped.
Looking at the still calm old slave, Shao Xuan did not move the knife away. He carefully looked at the man.
There was no one else outside the stone room. Inside the stone room, there was only Shao Xuan and the blind old slave.
Something was wrong.
"Are you not afraid?" Shao Xuan asked in a low voice.
"Why should I be afraid?" The old slave's voice was gentle.
"Aren't you going to call for help?" Shao Xuan asked again.
"Why should I call for help?" The old slave's voice was still gentle.
Shao Xuan looked at the man again. He was blind and did not seem to have the strength to fight. He was even a little sick and weak.
"How did you find me?" Shao Xuan asked.
"Smell. There is the smell of fruit wine. "The old slave pointed out seriously.
This time, Shao Xuan was really surprised. In order to be more hidden, Shao Xuan had changed his clothes after sneaking into the palace. The smell of wine was very light. Even the guards could not detect it. But now, it was actually smelled by the old slave!
Seemingly aware of Shao Xuan's doubts, the old slave continued, "I am already familiar with the smell here. As long as there is a slight change, I will be able to detect it."
The old slave did not care about Shao Xuan's movements at all. He also dragged a stool and sat down leisurely. It looked like he was going to continue chatting with Shao Xuan.
This made Shao Xuan wonder if the old slave had mistaken him for another slave owner in Snowfield City. However, the old slave's next words overturned Shao Xuan's guess.
"Why did you sneak into Snowfield City?" The old slave asked, but did not get a reply from Shao Xuan. He said, "At this time, sneaking into Snowfield City and coming to the place where the records are stored … Are you from another city?"
Without waiting for Shao Xuan to answer, the old slave shook his head and said, "I don't think so. I can feel that you have just looked through the place. Are you interested in the slave owners? Most of the slave owners don't pay attention to the records of their ancestors. So, are you a tribesman? "
In the process, Shao Xuan did not answer a word, but the old slave said the answer in a gentle tone. No, in the end, the old slave's voice still had a hint of curiosity and interest, without any fear or worry.
Was this really a slave of Snowfield City?
"What do you want to know? Just ask me directly. You don't have to look through it." The blind old slave said, looking at Shao Xuan with a pair of strangely sunken, white and muddy eyes, waiting for Shao Xuan's words.
Shao Xuan thought for a moment, temporarily retracting the knife in his hand, and asked, "What is the relationship between the slave owner and the slave?"
If other people heard this, they would certainly despise him and say: Nonsense, of course it is the master-servant relationship!
However, the blind old slave was not like this.
Hearing Shao Xuan's question, the old slave thought for a moment and sighed, "The slave owner and the slave … The slave owner enslaved the slave. It is like planting a seed that has no chance to germinate in the land under his jurisdiction, giving them a chance to grow. Later, the slave owner can also harvest the fruit. However, there are several barriers around the seed. If the barriers are not removed, even if the seed can successfully germinate, its growth will be limited. The slave owners remove the chains, which is like removing the barriers that block the growth of the plants, so that they can continue to grow. "
"When the slave owner dies, it is equivalent to no one taking care of these growing plants. The barriers are still the same. If you are lucky and a slave owner is willing to take over, the plant can be uprooted from the ground and then planted in the place under the jurisdiction of the new slave owner. The size of the plant will not change, and the extent to which it grows is still the same as before. However, there was always a problem with transplanting plants. If something went wrong during the transplanting process, such as the roots and other core areas being damaged, or if there were other abnormalities during the transplanting process, the plant would die before it could be replanted. Just as there is a certain mortality rate when a slave owner changes owners, if there is any mistake in the process of changing owners, the slave will die. "
"Therefore, a slave changing owner is like transplanting. There is a risk in it. If you are unlucky, not only will you not have the chance to continue to grow, but you will also lose your life. As for breaking through the shackles … Not every seed planted by the slave owner can break through the barriers by itself. Even if it breaks through smoothly, the situation of broken branches and leaves will appear. In serious cases, it will even affect the original power obtained. This is the same principle as slaves breaking through the shackles. "
"In the earliest days, the slave owners would not easily remove the chains on the slaves unless they had been slaves for generations, and they were all loyal slaves. Only then would the slave owners remove the chains for them. But later, in order to compete, fight, and war, unlocking the chains became common. "
Shao Xuan listened to the old slave's answer. While writing down these words, he marveled at the old slave's knowledge. It seemed that this old slave really knew a lot.
The blind old slave in front of him was just a low-level slave. In terms of strength, he was not even as good as other low-level slaves. At such an old age, he was also sick. Any low-level slave could kill him with his bare hands. However, such a person had memorized almost half of the records stored in the stone room. Moreover, after summarizing these things, he told Shao Xuan in more concise words.
"Overconfident, arrogant, arrogant, not putting other people in his eyes, self-righteous. If he continues like this, he will eventually go to destruction." In the end, the old slave sighed, "There are more and more rebellious slaves."
The old slave even recited a copy of the "Guilty Slave Volume", which was written by the slave owners of Snowfield City. It listed the influential high-level slaves who had rebelled in Snowfield City in the past thousand years. The people who wrote it said that those high-level slaves were heinous, ungrateful, and unscrupulous. They got the ability from the slave owners, but they still chose to rebel. It was simply not enough for them to die.
There was no doubt that every slave in the "Guilty Slave Volume" died very miserably, but when the old slave said it, there was a sense of pity.
Was it a pity that the slaves who betrayed the slave owners did not succeed? Or was it a pity for others? Shao Xuan did not know.
Seeing that the old slave continued to feel pity for the slaves, Shao Xuan quickly pulled the topic back.
"How much do you know about the tribe's fire seed?" Shao Xuan asked.
"Fire seed? It's really a nostalgic word. " The old slave paused and seemed to recall a memory from a long time ago. "I don't know much about this. I only know that the tribe's fire seed is getting weaker. You tribesmen seem to be looking for a solution. "
The old slave could not answer more questions about the fire seed. Shao Xuan was a little disappointed, but it was already very good that the old slave knew this.
"If the slave owners of Snowfield City can preserve the records left by their ancestors, maybe you can find the answer you want. Unfortunately … too much is destroyed!" The old slave was very emotional.
Shao Xuan's face changed. Could it be that he really wanted to go to Shi Shu? Knowing that Shi Shu had dug a pit there, he still wanted to jump in? Shao Xuan was really hesitant.
Unable to get the question about the fire seed, Shao Xuan asked a question he had always wondered, "Where do the slave owners come from?"
"From the sea." The old slave said.
Shao Xuan: "…" Do you think I'm an idiot?
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