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Chapter 359 - 359 359 Glorious and Regretful

359: Chapter 359: Glorious and Regretful 359: Chapter 359: Glorious and Regretful “Have their achievements been recorded?” Zhao Guang looked towards Qiao Miya and Miller.

The two immediately turned to their subordinates, who hurriedly muttered something, then both indicated that everything had been recorded.

“Compare it and see if there are any mistakes.”

Zhao Guang was very satisfied.

Performing his duty well in his first surprise attack was commendable.

It didn’t take long for the people on both sides to complete their comparisons, and Zhao Guang then summoned all the slaves who had participated previously.

“Although I’m not entirely satisfied with your performance, it was still pretty good, considering you are not professional soldiers.”

The slaves all bowed their heads, fearing their master might develop resentment towards them—that would be their misfortune.

Theoretically, a slave is the private property of their master, and no one would say anything even if they were killed.

This world had not progressed to that extent yet.

At least in the Chirali Empire, slaves had no human rights whatsoever—not even deserving compensation if killed.

The differences in worlds naturally led to differences in productive forces, and indeed, many details differed.

Zhao Guang then changed the subject, “Your merits have been recorded as I previously stated.

Today, all participants have earned merits.

I am a man of my word.”

Suddenly, Zhao Guang asked, “Did anyone kill more than five people?”

Qiao Miya quickly responded, “Ku Ha and Moluer both did.”

Zhao Guang nodded, “Ku Ha and Moluer, come forward.” The two looked at those around them but still plucked up the courage to step forward.

They didn’t know what they were about to face, but their hearts were filled with longing.

Although they had heard about various slave owners’ maltreatment of slaves in the slave market, there’s always hope in people’s hearts.

What if, what if this man truly honored his promise?

Even if he didn’t fulfill his promise, giving them some benefits would still make their future lives better.

If they hadn’t had this thought, they wouldn’t have fought so desperately in the earlier battle.

Indeed, with their equipment, slaughtering those disintegrating infantry was not challenging.

“I have said before, killing an enemy reduces one year of work time.

You both have killed five, so from today onwards, you are officially free citizens of my territory.”

“Additionally, you can each lead ten slaves, but of course, only for the tasks I assign.”

The two were befuddled; this man had actually meant to make them civilians.

Is this real?

The two were incredulous, almost thinking they had misheard.

Zhao Guang did not say much, merely extending his hand, a magical glow illuminating their faces as the slave marks on their faces faded away bit by bit.

This was something only a Mage, or anyone who had reached the level of Junior Mage, could do.

Slave marks were like that, but which Mage would casually help a mere slave?

If such a person did exist, surely no slave owner would want to offend a Mage for a mere slave.

So Zhao Guang didn’t need to go to any special place; he could simply erase it himself.

“Alright, just register your identities at the town up ahead.”

The two men’s tears flowed, their crying gradually becoming harder to suppress.

Originally, they had thought they could only be slaves all their lives, but now, unexpectedly…

The others looked on, envy evident in their eyes, especially those who had killed enemies.

They stood straight and proud, knowing their merits had been recorded; they had qualified.

And those who had only fled, who had not slain any enemies, were filled with regret.

If only they had been braver, if only they had trusted this Lord more, perhaps they too might have been up front now.

Below, some slaves felt incredibly honored, while others profoundly regretted.

“Boss, what exactly is this great man doing, acting like it’s all a game?”

Karan glared at the subordinate who had spoken, “Don’t speak out of turn if you don’t know; this man is no ordinary one.”

In Karan’s eyes, Zhao Guang was adept at capturing every moment and opportunity to win people’s hearts—truly remarkable.

Making slaves obey was easy, many could do it, but winning the hearts of slaves was not.

While many could win the heart of a slave, very few actually did.

Don’t look at them as just slaves, but these slaves were also people, capable of growth.

In Karan’s view, the spirit of these slaves had visibly changed once again.

If, before setting out, they had only harbored a little hope, now this hope had robustly grown.

Now, if anyone tried to confront Zhao Guang, these slaves would undoubtedly fight desperately for him.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Guang was very satisfied, not regretting his advance preparations.

“Additionally, those who killed enemies can receive the Breathing Technique associated with Iron Wall Fighting Spirit.

Iron Wall Fighting Spirit is an advanced form of Combat Energy; if you continue to demonstrate merit, you all have the chance to become Advanced Warriors.”

“Remember Xue Feng?

He is an Advanced Warrior.”

Thinking of that guy, although he didn’t perform very well, that depended on the comparison.

The others might dodge bullets, but an Advanced Warrior could block three times and were stronger than their current leader.

Who would have thought it would be so easy to obtain the Breathing Technique?

You must know that this technique is tightly controlled by the nobles.

Even within the army, obtaining the Breathing Technique is not easy.

But Zhao Guang had his rationale; after all, killing enemies was in itself a great merit.

“You two will receive the training method for Combat Energy of a junior level.

Work hard.

I hope that one day you both can become Advanced Warriors.” The two finally stopped crying and knelt directly before Zhao Guang.

“Alright, I know of your loyalty.

Stand up,” he said.

Then Zhao Guang looked ahead, “From now on, you will follow Coscola.

We still have one task, that is to clear the mountain pass.

This too counts as a merit.

Make sure it’s recorded for them.”

With Zhao Guang’s words, the slaves suddenly burst into commotion, their eyes filled with the flames of ambition.

If they didn’t need to obey orders, these guys would have rushed forward in an instant.

People are like that; once they know their efforts are rewarded, they are entirely differently motivated.

Without such rewards, whether slaves or ordinary people, they just live day by day without zeal.

Having addressed these matters, Zhao Guang turned and left, having yet more tasks to attend to.