"Sir, your hot cocoa."
Aaron set down the newspaper and saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a thick golden beard personally carrying the hot cocoa over to him.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Daniel, the owner of this café."
Daniel said politely.
"Hello. You can call me Aaron." Aaron answered with a smile.
"The weather is nice today. It's rare to see the sun..." Daniel began with the traditional topic of weather, then gradually turned the conversation to servants.
"When it comes to beautiful, lovely maidservants, we can be a little tolerant of their offensive behavior... But with real native slaves, even the slightest indulgence will make them push their luck. Those natives are lazy, crude, and evil by nature!"
Without caring in the slightest about Shahrukh's utterly ugly expression, Daniel continued advising Aaron. "If you treat your native slave too well, high society will see you as a freak, and you'll lose many opportunities. It seems you haven't put a collar engraved with your name on your slave yet? That's very bad... Even if someone kills this slave, they won't be able to find the owner for compensation."
Natives without collars or obvious proof of slavery on their bodies could be hunted down at will!
"So that's how it is..." Aaron nodded in sudden realization and said to Shahrukh, "Your milk... is gone!"
Shahrukh: "..."
"That's the attitude a master ought to have." Daniel brought over another newspaper, rose to his feet, and left. "The latest South Innis News... There's something quite interesting on the front page."
"Oh?"
Aaron opened to the first page and saw a black-and-white photograph. It featured a close-up of a young captain, with wooden stakes binding natives and a burning village in the background.
Then he saw the headline—[Captain Fafni