It was a slightly young female slave, her blonde hair draped softly over her shoulders, her eyes slightly red, the corners of her eyes twitching, tear stains on her face, still sobbing gently, but still trying to endure as Zhang Ge had asked, organizing a somewhat incomplete sentence with a hint of timidity:
"Master... wants to invite you to the Clan..."
Before she could finish, another female slave walked closer from behind her with a hint of fear hidden in her expression, gently pinching her other arm with a little force.
This action also caused the slightly young female slave to immediately close her mouth, not finishing what she was about to say.
What kind of request is this?
Zhang Ge didn't quite understand, but since it met his definition of "not too excessive," he didn't refuse. He turned back, patted the place where the two female slaves' hands and arms were pinching, separated them, and said:
"First of all, don't use the term 'Master.' Get into the habit. I don't want to be recognized by the enemy on the battlefield because of unnecessary differential treatment, even the voice. Just call me 'Lord,' and the same goes for other senior officers."
"Secondly, is your reason for stopping her because you didn't discuss it and don't want this, or because you're afraid of me? If it's the latter, change that thought as soon as possible, it will increase the difficulty of communication. If you don't make mistakes, I won't punish you for no reason. At the same time, I won't use 'requests' to test you. I always mean what I say in this regard."
After pointing to the female slave behind her, Zhang Ge finished the first half of his sentence, then emphasized the second half to them before continuing:
"Now, answer my first question."
After hearing these words, seeing that they seemed to be on the verge of tears again, Zhang Ge's eyes twitched.
Seriously? So fragile? My tone wasn't that harsh, was it? Why do they always cry after I say a few words.
Fortunately, seemingly realizing that Zhang Ge didn't want to waste too much time, the female slave behind quickly held back and answered the question:
"Sorry, Lord... we just, don't want to trouble you anymore..."
"Speak quickly."
After Zhang Ge emphasized again, the female slave took over the slightly young female slave's previous words and said:
"In recent times, people in the Clan have been disappearing for reasons that can't be found... so, she wanted to ask you to take a look."
Can't be found? Disappearing?
You say that, and I'm not sleepy anymore.
Zhang Ge's spirits lifted, and even the sleepiness he had from waking up was dispelled. He made a decisive decision:
"Lead the way."
Since it was a request he had agreed to—mainly because Zhang Ge didn't want the guard to follow—he only brought a few of the people who often followed him from the group of people who volunteered to follow him on the spot, namely Amilia, Isis, and Dominica.
After informing the deputy regiment commander of his whereabouts, and with the confirmation of the female slaves, the route information was transmitted to the Valkyrie. Soon, a small team of no more than ten people, including the female slaves, was seated in the cabin.
A slight sense of weightlessness came over them. However, what puzzled Zhang Ge was that, for some reason, the female slaves should have been riding a military aircraft for the first time, and most likely wearing Power Armor for the first time, but they didn't have any unusual movements, as if they were already used to it.
Finally, after flying for a while, he couldn't help but ask them the question.
The female slaves sitting in their seats looked at each other, and finally one of them replied:
"Lord, those..."
She hesitated for a moment, still unable to find a suitable term for the nobles, so she skipped it and directly continued with the subsequent content:
"In order to increase our 'value' and highlight our status, we were taught a lot from a young age, not only etiquette, but also military skills."
Another person also added:
"Even so, most of the sisters are only used as disposable tools after being taken out... even if they survive, they don't retain their sanity."
Just like high-end formal wear is clearly a luxury item made with countless people's efforts, but the nobles are keen on decorating it to the extreme of luxury and then discarding it after only wearing it once, this kind of waste is what they consider a "necessary" part.
Even though their private soldiers may be using Autoguns to fight against gangs using lasguns.
Hearing this sentence, on the other side, Zhang Ge watched the female slave lightly brush over the suffering in order not to affect his mood, while giving him a smile.
His mood was between holding it in and not holding it in.
He held onto the last bit of luck and tentatively asked:
"Then how were you chosen?"
"Well... after the other lords chose the most outstanding sisters, they had everyone duel in turn. The last few equally matched champions... winners were fortunate enough to serve you. They also said that this was the Honored Tradition you left behind."
Wait a minute.
Zhang Ge realized another thing while listening to this sentence.
If those female slaves have received military training, does that mean that the Mechanized Infantry Regiment suddenly has a batch of invisible soldiers out of thin air?
Wait another minute.
When did I leave behind that so-called Honored Tradition? How did this kind of moth get pulled out of the bag again after only a short period of time since I personally went to see them?
A large amount of information entered Zhang Ge's brain from the other party's fragmentary words, making him realize that the situation seemed to have deviated slightly from his imagination.
Seriously, what happened to the burden? Weren't you originally slaves?
No, there's one more thing.
Not having time to be sad for other things, Zhang Ge quickly signaled them to be quiet first, used the Vox-caster to confirm that the Deadwood Sector had relatively little interference now, and broadcast a communication to Yolanda.
The other party quickly connected, and before she could ask his purpose, Zhang Ge took the initiative to ask:
"Yolanda, hasn't there been a batch of servitors sent recently? Have you checked them?"
"Ah, checked them."
Listening to Yolanda's obviously good mood, and the constantly echoing mechanical operating sounds, he felt a slight sense of unease in his heart:
"How's the situation?"
"The quality is very good. With a little modification, they can be turned into Combat Servitors, and there are so many of them that every two or three combat squads can be assigned one. I am adding Heavy Weaponry to them as required."
Hearing this, Zhang Ge was silent.
Seemingly silent, but actually fainted from anger for a while.
If he had known, he should have been a little darker when the Imperial Fists called before.
How do these nobles even have a deathrattle? The psychological damage they bring him after death is greater than when they were alive.
He thought that this extra danger was a freebie, but he didn't expect that the Gift of Fate Has Its Price Hidden in Advance.
While Zhang Ge was muttering in his heart, the feeling of landing was transmitted from the fuselage to his body.
The destination had been reached.
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