Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 549 - 327: Liberating the White Slaves

Outside Damietta City, in a copper mine camp that has just been seized.

The Crusaders are cleaning the battlefield, and the guards stationed there seemed unaware that Damietta had already fallen, easily captured all at once.

After dealing with these people, the Crusaders drove the slaves living there, shackled and covered in mud and ash, to the empty ground in the middle of the camp.

There stood a Lord Knight in shiny armor, leaning on a Danish Axe.

A prominent cross emblem was painted on his chest, with a crest of a majestic eagle, wings spread wide, eager to fly, embroidered below.

"What are they going to do?"

"Surely they won’t execute us all, right?"

"Seeing the cross emblem on him, they seem like they’re not Saracens."

"Could it be..."

The slaves showed varied expressions, some hopeful, others full of fear.

Then they saw the tall knight quickly walking over with the Danish Axe in hand, raising the axe above his head and fiercely chopping down in front of the gaze of a terrified slave.

Clang—

The shackles on the slave’s feet were smashed open.

The terrified slave collapsed to the ground, his face full of relief at surviving the ordeal.

The knight held his axe high and shouted: "The Great Lord of the Crusaders, the ruler of Upper Egypt, Transjordan, Limassol, and Hebron, Guardian of the Holy Spear, Duke Losa has commanded that as of today, all followers of Christ will automatically shed their status as slaves and become free men."

"Listen to me, my brothers in Christ, from today onwards, you are free!"

Some of the slaves immediately began to cheer excitedly.

Yet many slaves were still at a loss.

The knight, seeing their confusion, called over companions who understood various languages to translate his words again.

First, there was a moment of silence.

Then the slaves began crying out in tears, shouting: "We’re free, we’re free, praise God, praise Duke Losa!"

"I knew sooner or later the Crusaders would come to rescue us."

Under the knight’s guidance, they broke and smashed the shackles on their feet, some of them with intense anger used stones and iron picks to smash the bodies of overseers and guards beyond recognition.

But after the frenzy.

Some new ’free men’ who retained their reasoning started worrying.

A slave, claiming to be from Brandenburg, cautiously asked: "Honorable Lord Knight, to whom will this copper mine belong next?"

The knight shook his head, saying: "I don’t know, that’s for the Duke to consider." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The slave asked again: "Can we still stay here to work?"

The knight laughed: "Did I not make myself clear? You are already free, go to Damietta, go to Jerusalem, go to Tripoli, now you can go wherever you want, no one will stop you."

The slave said with a bitter smile: "Lord, be aware, among us, anyone with any skills wouldn’t be thrown into places like the mine, so even if we run to the city, how can we settle there?"

Even those with skills can’t easily become citizens, many guilds in different places are extremely exclusive and conservative, they’ll squeeze outsiders out so that they can’t stay.

Otherwise, according to rules in many cities that grant citizenship after staying a hundred days, peasants would have fled long ago.

His face was full of humility and bitterness: "We only know farming and mining, but there’s never a shortage of farmers in Coptic, and we want to return home, yet we must first mine to collect enough travel expense."

After he spoke, someone else came forward modestly, saying: "Moreover, we can’t go home; there is no place for us there anymore."

The knight suddenly realized: "I see, well, mining is not an option; the war is not over, who knows when this copper mine will resume operation, I have a better place where you can work hard, not only will you be full with two meals a day, but also get a piece of land for yourself..."

The knight began to vividly describe.

The slaves listened with longing in their hearts, hardly able to believe such a good thing might come to them.

"Lord, is what you say true?"

The knight timely scrutinized the slaves, a trace of disdain appearing at the corner of his mouth: "God up Above, if not for pitying you, why would I tell you such a good thing? Do you people have anything worth deceiving?"

Beside the knight, suddenly stood a knight in full armor, loudly declaring: "Mind your words, standing before you is the Grand Master of the Jerusalem Royal Knight Order, Sir Hans, who has followed Duke Losa in battles for years."

The slaves were reassured despite the disdain, and began to express gratitude and joy to the Crusader Knights.

...

After the knights sent the slaves off.

The golden-haired female knight, who had been observing for a long time, came over: "I must say, Hans, your acting was too exaggerated."

Hans said helplessly: "I am not good at such things...when they reach the Sinai Peninsula, the first thing they’ll do is curse me as a liar."

"They will eventually thank you."

Hans shrugged: "I hope so. Is the master still asleep?"