"Move faster!"
"A bunch of useless people!"
"Did none of you have breakfast?!"
The overseer's crude yelling and the crack of a whip echoed across the port.
The laborers, carrying boxes, shuffled back and forth tirelessly between the cargo ship's deck and the dock warehouse, like upright-walking donkeys.
Forget about eight silver coins an hour, even taking a break here is a luxury; if you want a bathroom break or a sip of water, you have to plead with the foreman.
This is West Sail Port.
Or as the players mockingly call it, Western Port.
Here, a healthy slave costs only 1000 dinars.
Even though the prices for people have dropped so low, merchants from Triumph City still prefer leasing.
In the eastern part of the Central Plains Continent, many survivors have a naive "fantasy" about the army, thinking that the army is actually quite well-behaved.
However, in reality, it's only because they've had too little contact with the Vellanteans and don't yet understand their nature.
