Living With My Lady Boss by Blue Silver novel Chapter 2596

Wilbur heard the pleas coming from all directions, remembering the old man’s words that the Eight Great Families only selected one thousand slaves each day, while thirty thousand people had arrived in Buck Town yesterday. The chances were slim, and unwilling to humiliate himself by kneeling and begging, Wilbur simply closed his eyes and continued to meditate. Whether he would be chosen was up to fate. Dying in battle was preferable to begging for food on his knees.

Nightless Elder had once advised Wilbur to lower his status upon reaching the middle dimensions, starting from the lowest slave position, as survival chances were better that way. Wilbur had agreed back then, but now, seeing cultivators kneeling like animals to beg, he could not bear such humiliation. He shut his eyes, refusing to watch.

Given the slim chance of being chosen, Wilbur did not expect to be picked. With thirty thousand people here and only a thousand being selected, twenty-nine thousand would remain. Even if there were killers among the cultivators, they could not possibly kill all of them. Wilbur felt there was still a chance for survival, so he ignored the absurd selection process.

"Lord Reyne Divan, I’m here."

"Steward Horne, you’ve come after all."

A man with long red hair, chiseled features, and an aura of murderous intent approached. Seeing the old man, a hint of a smile appeared in Reyne Divan's eyes.

"Master Divan, you know I respect rules. Since I promised you, I naturally returned."

"And the item I wanted?"

Hearing this, Wilbur could not help but feel shocked and opened his eyes. To avoid drawing attention, he quickly shut them again, continuing to meditate. What shocked him was Divan giving Steward Horne the status of a first-class slave. In Buck Town, the lowest rank with a chance of survival was a third-class family slave. Ordinary cultivators needed at least a hundred years to become a second-class slave, and five hundred years to become a first-class slave.

With just a word, Reyne Divan had exempted Steward Horne from six hundred years of slavery, which deeply shocked Wilbur. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of anger rose within him. The fate of a cultivator was entirely in the hands of others, with years of status and position decided by a single decision. This seemed utterly unfair. Initially, Wilbur had some inclination toward becoming a slave, but this moment erased his last thought of it.

Reyne Divan noticed Wilbur and frowned. "Who is that person?"