For a long time, the people of this world had held a negative impression of the Far North Wildlings: large builds, thick body hair, low intelligence, and a fondness for eating people. Aside from looking human, they were little different from beasts.
Zhou Ming had imagined wildlings in much the same way. Yet after he divided the more than two hundred male and female, young and old wildlings before him into groups of ten and locked them in sturdy cages, their behavior inside those cages still surprised him.
When the wildlings were given limited food—not enough to fill their stomachs, but enough to keep them from starving—the wildling women who had borne children would not eat first. Instead, they fed their children first.
When poisoned or injured wildlings were in great pain and needed care, some of the wildlings beside them would voluntarily tend to them, feeding them food and water.
When several wildlings died unfortunate deaths from severe poisoning, their tribesmen would also look sorrowful and weep in grief...
"People are not plants or trees; how could they be without feelings? Wildlings are people too. They are merely poor folk with wilder temperaments, not entirely devoid of humanity..."
Seeing this, Zhou Ming, who had originally intended to sell the wildlings to slave traders, changed his mind at the last minute. He wanted several clever servants to take charge of these wildling captives. Any servant who could communicate with the wildlings and make them obediently work would receive a generous reward. The time limit was three months, and volunteers were welcome.
"Young Master Edward, may I give it a try?"
Zhou Ming waited for a long while, but no one answered. Finally, a small servant stepped forward on his own. When Zhou Ming turned to look, he saw that it