freenovelworld Chapter 391 Warehouse
Chapter 391 Warehouse
Chapter 391 Warehouse
By the time Tuscalola came to her senses, she was already sleeping in the basin.
Tuscarola looked at his compatriots ahead.
They all huddled in the shadows to sleep, their bodies shivering slightly from the cold wind.
No one uttered a single complaint, not even a ten-year-old boy showed the slightest sign of being spoiled.
They have been completely domesticated.
At this moment, Tuscarola was filled with anger, but also with sympathy for these people.
Sure enough, there wasn't a single good person on this land.
Few people treat green-eyed people as human beings; in their eyes, they are no different from livestock.
Tuscalola counted them.
There were twenty-three people in total. Was that a lot or a little? Tuscarola wasn't sure.
However, Tuscarola did not remember their names.
Tuscarola is actually quite good at remembering names, but lately she's been out of sorts, and nothing she does seems quite right.
There was only one person Tuscarola remembered.
Her name is Gillian. In the stories Tuscarola heard when he was a child, Gillian seemed to be the name of a goddess who governs purity and kindness.
But Tuscarola couldn't yet make a judgment on whether the woman named Gillian in front of him was kind and pure.
However, she seems to be very smart.
More importantly, she did not completely abandon her dignity as a human being.
She wouldn't kneel before Tuscarola at the drop of a hat, but would communicate with him in an equal tone.
A heartless girl once told Tuscarola that she should put aside her prejudices and treat everyone equally.
Tuscarola has never done a very good job; she always likes to do things her own way.
However, gradually, I also got used to other people's equal attitude.
It must be said that it was Gillian's suggestion that made Tuscarola choose to stay.
Therefore, Tuscarola felt that this person had to take responsibility for the rest of the people.
Tuscarola asked her, "What do you think we should do from now on?"
Gillian smiled. "As I said before, I ask you to rescue more of my fellow countrymen, so that our strength will gradually grow."
"Specifically?"
Gillian fell into thought: "Chief—I mean, may I call you Chief? After all, you saved us, you are our leader."
Tuscarola doesn't like this nickname.
Although she regained the name she used in the tribe, she felt that she could never return to the tribe.
She hated herself like this; she felt like she was being assimilated by the damned kingdom.
To be honest, Tuscarola felt that "chieftain" was a bit old-fashioned.
"No," Tuscarola said decisively.
"So, how should we address you?"
Tuscarola thought for a moment and replied:
"Then let's call him Boss."
Tuscarola has always been called "small," and she wants to be big for once.
Gillian chuckled softly. "Yes, boss."
Tuscarola felt a little happy, but the "boss" was usually serious and unsmiling. A certain ruthless girl once said something like this:
"Then, continue with your suggestion."
"Boss, do you know where this is?"
“A basin,” Tuscarola replied, “the Lopez Basin.”
“That’s right,” Gillian nodded. “For us slaves who were captured and sold here, there is always despair in our hearts.”
"No one was willing to protect us, and we couldn't speak the language. Our homeland was on the other side of a terrifying ocean, so most of us chose to accept our fate."
"But I still held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that maybe there was a chance to change the status quo? So I tried to adapt to the environment and improve myself."
"Ha, I have indeed learned some of the local language, and at the same time, I have also gathered some intelligence."
Hearing this, Tuscarola was very impressed; she felt that Gillian was very much like her.
Although she can be a little stubborn, she will never give up!
Tuscarola nodded: "Hmm, and then? What information did you find out?"
"The basin is full of treacherous terrain, making it difficult to traverse. Therefore, slaves sold here were generally used as porters to transport heavy goods."
As she spoke, Gillian took a step toward Tuscarola, her eyes full of sincerity.
"Boss, I don't know if you can understand our suffering. And right now, there are many more compatriots going through the same ordeal."
"I know of a warehouse where many goods from the basin are transported. Because the place is too small to be a city, it only became a small village."
"I was taken there by my former slave owner. I learned that there were over a hundred slaves gathered there!"
That's five times the current amount. Hmm, this is important information.
Tuscarola understood: "You want me to take over that warehouse?"
“That’s right,” Gillian said, “and the warehouse has everything, which can replenish our supplies, boss. Although we haven’t asked you for it yet, everyone is actually starving. They’re just used to enduring hardship.”
This made Tuscarola feel a tightness in her chest; she hated the servility of her compatriots.
"Gillian, tell everyone that if they have any requests, they should just tell me directly. I'm willing to help, but I hate giving alms."
"Yes, boss, I'll pass it on—but about the warehouse—" Gillian asked tentatively.
Tuscarola didn't mince words: "Where's the address?"
“No problem, I can lead the way, but boss,” Gillian said, “there are armed men in that village.”
Hearing this, Tuscarola couldn't help but become cautious:
How many people are there?
"I don't know the specifics, but based on the clues I've heard before, there seem to be three 'mercenary groups,' but I don't know what a mercenary group is."
Upon hearing the term "mercenary group," Tuscarola's heart tightened.
He reached out and touched the wound on his left arm.
That was a mercenary called "Brown Braid," who injured Tuscarola.
She still has some psychological trauma related to mercenary groups.
However, Tuscarola today is no longer the naive little girl she once was.
Yes, Lola is dead, I am Tuscarola!
Brown Braid is a member of the Unswearing Knights, said to be the kingdom's top mercenary group.
Tuscarola guessed that few other mercenary group members could compare to Brown Braid.
Moreover, even with brown braids, Tuscarola is confident he can win.
Unless there are exceptionally powerful individuals, no matter how many people there are, they are just numbers to Tuscarola.
Tuscarola said to Gillian, "Get a good rest tonight, and tomorrow you'll take me to that village."
"Huh? The two of us?"
"Yes," Tuscarola nodded.
Gillian gave a wry smile: "Boss, you think too highly of me. I can't help you deal with the whole village."
"You just need to lead the way."
"You mean you're going to take on the entire village single-handedly—"
"Um."
Tuscarola read surprise and doubt in Gillian's eyes.
But Tuscalola didn't want to explain.
For Tuscarola, taking action is easier than talking.