After a month at sea, the ship finally landed.
One of the guards shouted.
"Get out! And do your job properly or forget that you'll even get any food!"
With their hands bound by rough rope, Cale and 187 others exited the ship.
There had been 200 of them initially, but twelve had died during the voyage.
Each of the surviving slaves was given a large basket woven from jute material.
"As explained earlier," the guard barked, "go and collect all the herbs and rocks you can. We have already told you what to get from there. The more you submit here, the more money you'll get. Oh, and..." he smiled cruelly, "don't stray from the designated areas. There are things in there that make even Apex Stage cultivators nervous. Stay in the collection zones or die."
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'So us commoners collect low-tier items while the cultivators go and find the inheritance grounds. Interesting.'
The slaves around him had varied opinions, most already resigned to their forced jobs.
