Lawrence didn't ask much, he directly headed to the back.
If such a list is still inaccurate, then Engle would be blatantly challenging Luo De's dignity.
Luo De believes he wouldn't seek death like that.
Luo De walked directly to the back of the cart, carefully observing the craftsman slaves.
Fourteen slaves, all male.
Though their bodies were a bit thin, their mental state was quite good.
There were three craftsmen aged around twenty-five or twenty-six in their prime, as well as two middle-aged craftsmen in their thirties.
Engle sensed Luo De's gaze and quickly came over,
"Lord, we have bought all the craftsmen we could, there are no more slaves available in Border City."
Engle explained, "If it wasn't for the intense war in the west, we might not have been able to gather these fourteen people..."
"Oh?"
Luo De looked curiously at Engle, "How intense is the fighting in the west?"
Engle looked around, leaned closer to Luo De's ear, and spoke in a low voice,
