—Blackstone Village—
Unlike Ironside village, whose people were barely surviving, Blackstone village was the total opposite.
It was midday, and the sun shone brightly upon the territory, where many villagers dressed in neat and well-kept clothing could be seen actively beating and commanding another group of people who looked extremely unkempt and malnourished.
"Move your lazy buttocks to the farm. Who said you could rest because the sun is hot?" a middle-aged woman with an ugly scar on her face snapped as she slapped the bare back of her slave.
While the slave wore dirty clothes and looked malnourished, her facial beauty easily overshadowed that of the middle-aged woman hitting her.
Well, it wasn't only her. The other slaves, both male and female, looked far better than their masters.
"How dare you stare at my wife for more than three seconds? For that reason, you will be weeding all my farmland till the moon takes its place in the sky."
