The two Palu Minotaurs could not understand Nikita's muttering, but they caught the two keywords: "liberation" and "freedom."
This made their slightly relaxed nerves tense up again as they replied stiffly and numbingly:
"M-My lord, we don't need to be liberated... nor do we need freedom..."
"Our lives are quite good as they are... Look, there's food in the vat, enough to fill our stomachs..."
The incoherent response from the Palu Minotaurs gradually wiped the smile from Nikita's face.
She said nothing more, merely turning to Xu Xiao and giving her an inquiring look.
"Just as they said, they don't need liberation." Xu Xiao explained with a complicated expression.
"The Palu seem to have adapted to this kind of life."
"And from the bottom of their hearts, they believe this is how they ought to live for the rest of their lives."
"They've grown used to slavery and become spineless." Sun Minjie looked at the Palu Minotaurs with contempt.
"The opportunity is right in front of them. They don't even need to reach for it—just open their mouths and tell the truth."
"Yet these two are still desperately defending the slave masters who enslaved them, saying their lives are wonderful and that they have never suffered any exploitation or oppression."
"Look at the rags they're wearing, and the scars all over their bodies!"
"I only hate that the slave masters of the Palu Star Belt were too soft on them and didn't beat them to death outright!"
"A race like this, unwilling even to save themselves, simply doesn't deserve liberation!"
Hearing Sun Minjie's words of bitter disappointment, confusion surfaced in Alisa's eyes.
But as she looked at the shivering Palu Minotaurs, she quickly understood and asked gently:
"Are you two afraid that if you tell the truth, the slave masters