"You are free."
An unusual native language sounded, and Aguera numbly raised his head, looking at the open prison door. At this moment, a nomad-dressed Shaman said to them, "Now gather on the square."
"Those with talent can join us, while others will be settled in place, and someone will distribute food to you."
Hundreds of prisoners were released one after another.
Some were captured from native tribes, some by Eastern Rangers, all locked up together. Aguera mingled among the crowd, looking up at the sun overhead. He didn't expect that he would ever have the chance to see daylight again.
A wave of hunger struck him, and he smelled the aroma of food.
Those people actually distributed food to them, real food, food eaten by normal people, rather than mixed leftovers like pigswill.
His taste buds could already imagine the sweetness of corn.
