But the class after these people is not so glorious. Different from the permanent urban residents, it is the class of urban merchants.

These people are actually not residents of the loader leader. They just travel between various forces and strongholds and have fixed trade routes. Their ability to stay in the loader leader is similar to obtaining a local green card and having the right to residency, but in addition to paying commercial tax, they do not bear military service and count tax.

These powerful merchants rely on their economic strength to communicate with each other between factions and conduct trade. In addition to barbarians who only shout "waaaaaaagh!", everyone is happy to see them appear, regularly purchase local goods, and prosper the regional economy. Compared with towns with strong factions, the identities of these town merchants are more vague and are more conducive to carrying out secret missions such as spying on information.

For example, the big businessman who loads the collar of the hand is speculated that he has a behind-the-scenes identity and also occupies a seat of a member of the parliament.

Other traders can only enjoy the treatment of second-class citizens. Because of this, these town merchants have formed their own guards to protect their property and goods from threats. Because they know that once they are in the wild or even attacked and plundered in the town, there will be no town guards coming to uphold justice - it would be nice if those people don't come and grab things together.

The further downwards are urban traders like Shisongzhuang.

Town traders sounded very glorious, but they were actually imperial merchants raised by factions, responsible for making money and transfusions of blood to towns. Because they did not create value, their status in the Andernawato faction was not high.

The lord of the loader's collar even said that the trader was just a group of vampire gangsters on the back of a group of cows, and was beaten to death by his tail.

But Shisongzhuang was even more unlucky. They were not the village of Andernavato faction, but the stronghold of the Teshienya faction. This faction belongs to a moderate outsider faction, and has the same origin as Andernavato, the barbaric outsider faction, but has completely different styles of conduct. With the relationship between the two factions, they barely accepted the existence of Shisongzhuang and gave the traders the treatment.

In my guess, only newly established armed towns like the Loader Collar and lacking strength can have no own town traders and appoint other factions as traders.

If it weren't for Shisongzhuang, there were also real industries such as brewing and tobacco growing, they would have been killed long ago. Their hearts of non-my race would have been different, and this is the truth since ancient times.

Finally, Andernawara, as an alien alliance that advocates violence, also has a unique class: slaves.

Some of these slaves were prisoners in the war of power, some were residents deprived of their personal rights in the town, and some were goods captured by privateers in the wild.

There are more than 200 people in the loading hands, who are responsible for the most dangerous and cheapest jobs such as outdoor mining, wasteland reclaiming, iron smelting workshops, etc. In every accident, slaves will die, and more slaves will be added.

Those who have craftsmanship and talent among slaves can join the town after meeting the five-year working time conditions and have guaranteed more than three residents, and then the wealth they create can belong to them.

But this situation is rare. More slaves have died in a dark corner like dead dogs before showing their talents or learning skills.

In my understanding, such a so-called possibility is nothing more than leaving some unattainable hope for these desperate slaves to prevent them from collapsing or resisting. The two hundred slave groups have obviously been calculated in a controllable range, preventing them from forming cliques and secretly rebelling.

According to the Red Turban, the Andernawara faction also has many similar towns on this planet, and the Reloading Hand Collar is just one of the ordinary ones. The Andernawara faction is just one of the ordinary ones among many factions on the planet.

I also wanted to ask about the information about other towns and other forces, but the Red Turban stammered and couldn't say it. After all, he was just a country bumpkin who had changed his original packaging in the town. If he hadn't become a privateer, his footprints in this life might not have left the loading hand collar. He only relied on hearing from the merchants about the outside world.

It seems that more news can only be learned from Burnett. Businessmen like him who travel around the world must know more in detail than red turbans.

The red turtle silenced and said sadly: "I didn't expect them to do such a thing... If I knew, I would have broken my legs that day and couldn't come out..."

I smiled and said, "Don't argue. If you were bold yesterday, you are already a qualified privateer now. In my opinion, it's just a matter of time. Your biggest mistake is to meet me."

I touched the cheetah's head and said, "I didn't expect that an ordinary person like me would find a feeling of God in the wasteland. Do you know that I am also embarrassed to make a reasonable judgment on your crimes - I am punished by the death penalty for all the things I cannot decide."

"Let me go..." Hongteng fell to the ground and begged bitterly.

From the mouth and attitude of his companions, it can be seen that the red scarf is indeed different from these beasts with human face and beast hearts, at least it has not taken the step to transform into a scum.

Reverence in life is actually based on empathy, maintaining hope for life and fear of death, and ultimately combining it with inner awe.

Without fear, there is no fear, so that everything can be done.

Burnett felt too strong in awe, so I asked him to take a look at the bodies of his dead relatives and friends, collect them with his own hands, and overcome his fear by facing the tragic death and regaining his inner courage.

The red turban in front of him has already wandered on the edge of human nature, but fortunately he did not take this step. This awe saved his life today, but I am worried that he will one day become a hungry wolf who has tasted blood and will retaliate against my kindness today.

Be kind to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

To strengthen his fear, there is only...

"You." I pointed to the red turban on the ground, "Wipe this tavern clean first, and then bury the headless body at the door. It looks really disgusting. I can't do business here. Finally, go out and feed them some tequila, don't let them die too quickly."

There is no better lesson than empathy. This wave, this wave is a warning to the monkey.

Let him see these dead privateers and let him know that he might become one of them at any time. He either died incompletely or was pierced on the wooden stake outside the door and was worse than death. I don’t believe that he was not afraid.
Chapter completed!