One wave of blood after another gushed from Ruer's mouth, flowing down and falling onto his clothes.

Lynn stared directly at Ruer, without any words.

The Ruer in front of him had Level 2 skills in [Planting][Collection]and [Construction].

Moreover, he was only twenty-eight years old.

Strong and in the prime of life.

If it weren't for this incident, he could live comfortably on Lynn's territory as long as he worked diligently.

But... he was the organizer of this brawl!

Lynn stared at him, "Do you have any family?"

Ruer could clearly feel the heat in his body rapidly dissipating.

He shook his head with difficulty, "No... no, Master Lynn..."

"Master Lynn, could... could you spare me this time, considering my hard work?"

Lynn said in a deep voice, "I can leave you with a whole corpse!"

Ruer was stunned for a moment, remembering the villager who previously stole Master Lynn's fine salt.

In full view of everyone, his head was chopped off.

Ruer smiled slightly, "Thank you... Master Lynn."

Lynn nodded lightly and turned to leave.

Half an Iron Arrow was buried in Ruer's body, piercing through the lung.

Unless Old John used [Healing Light] again.

Even if Lynn didn't punish him severely, Ruer was doomed to die.

Now, it was merely giving him time to wait for death.

Inciting the villagers to fight was extremely detrimental to the development of the territory.

Put simply, it challenged the authority of the Lord.

More seriously, it represented organizing a private force!

Although now it was only a few or a dozen people, without severe punishment, such organizations would proliferate!

At that time, the villagers of the entire territory would be at war with each other!

In more severe cases, it might even be impossible to mobilize them.

Fortunately.

This incident served as a warning for Lynn.

It was essential to prevent the emergence of cliques!

Lynn walked to stand in front of more than a dozen men, bound and kneeling on the ground.

He scanned their faces one by one.

Among them were eight Free People from the Karedi Empire.

The other six were from the mountainous areas of the Portlands Empire.

They were sold as slaves to his territory.

Under Lynn's gaze, no one dared to meet his eyes.

Lynn asked in a deep voice, "Nek! Look at Mad next to you!"

The middle-aged man called Nek was shocked.

Master Lynn actually knew his name?

It wasn't just Nek; Mad had the same shocked expression.

Nek glanced at Master Lynn before turning to look at Matthew.

Lynn's voice continued, "Look carefully, tell me how he differs from you!"

Nek studied Matthew up and down for a few seconds before speaking, "Master Lynn... there's no difference."

The Karedi Empire and the Portlands Empire were neighboring regions.

In many ways, even the climate was nearly identical.

The difference was that the Karedi Empire was a basin, while the Portlands Empire was mountainous.

Lynn continued to ask, "Why is there discrimination?"

Upon hearing this, Nek was momentarily speechless.

Indeed.

Before, they were just Farmers.

Now, they were all villagers on Master Lynn's territory.

Why did they discriminate against people like Mad?

The only difference was that people like Mad were sold as slaves!

They bore the marks of slavery on their faces, bodies, or arms!

But was that all it took?

Nek shook his head, "Master Lynn... I don't know why it's come to this either..."

Lynn's gaze turned to the side of Nek, "Timo, you tell me!"

The man called Timo's eyes suddenly widened.

Master Lynn... even remembered his name?

He was just an unknown Farmer...

Timo trembled uncontrollably, "Master Lynn... I don't know either..."

"It was Nek who said they had the blood of slaves..."

"..."

It was only then that.

Lynn came to understand.

This was not just a simple case of discrimination leading to a fight.

Instead, the class hierarchy of this world had shackled their minds.

Nek and others used to be Free People!

They had a certain degree of freedom and rights.

But a slave's identity, in their view, was akin to poultry or livestock!

How could poultry or livestock possibly live the same lives as they did?

Ultimately.

They sought superiority from their status!

Breaking such shackles of thought was incredibly difficult.

Unless they experienced a heavy price and the imperceptibility of time.

Otherwise, the shackles would never break!

This was the sorrow of this era!

...

Nek bled to death.

As for the remaining fourteen, Lynn would not publicly behead them as a warning.

Instead, he sent them to the open-air coal mining area to dig Anthracite.

Their daily workload increased by five hours compared to ordinary villagers as a punishment.

Until the spring of the following year, their work hours would return to normal.

This incident did not cause any ripples.

Even the number of people who knew about it was small.

The key was.

Even if some people knew, they wouldn't care.

With such a stable and safe life, how could they bear to destroy it?

They barely had time to protect it.

...

Time passed day by day.

The textile workshop was finally completed.

Fifty women with experience in [Production]of clothing were sitting at workstations, diligently making Linen Cloth robes.

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