The Messenger
Decius had never been to the Southeast District before, but he had long heard of this place.
Even the driver had been reluctant when he heard where the two were headed. Zhang Heng had to pay extra before the carriage would bring him and Decius here.
Decius had held it in all the way, but after getting out of the carriage, he could not help asking, "Didn't you say we were going to find out who was behind Cob? Why did we come here? As far as I know, the people living here are criminals, thugs, and the poor. They shouldn't have the power to make Cob obey them."
"Yes, you're right, but they are our target."
"What? Our target is those criminals and thugs?" Decius asked, puzzled.
"No, the one after that."
"The poor?"
"That's right. I told you before, mines need a great deal of manpower. Slaves alone can't meet their labor needs, and sometimes a strong, healthy slave capable of working costs quite a lot. If one dies, that's a major loss. Hiring the poor, on the other hand, does not come with that concern."
This time, Decius finally understood. "You want to find those poor people who worked at the mine before."
"Exactly." Zhang Heng nodded.
But Decius soon frowned again. "But this place is so big, and so chaotic. How can we find people who worked at Binota Mine?"
"You don't need to worry about that."
As Zhang Heng spoke, he waved over a little brat playing with his companions by the roadside. The moment the boy saw Zhang Heng, he had wanted to slip away, but unfortunately, he failed. Seeing that, he could only obediently walk over.
Zhang Heng leaned down and whispered a few words into his ear, then placed a