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Along the way, they chatted about everyday matters, their laughter echoing in the air, as if trying to sweep away the gloom of the past.

The men, under the supervision of several city guards, began their baths downstream.

The men took off their tattered, smelly clothes, which were covered in patches and stains, as if telling the story of their past hardships.

They slowly walked into the lake, where the warm water enveloped their bodies, giving them an unprecedented sense of comfort.

The lake water, like a mother's gentle hands, softly caressed their skin, washing away the dirt on their bodies and the weariness and pain in their hearts.

A burly man scrubbed his body and exclaimed, "It's been so long since I've had such a comfortable bath. And let me tell you, I was really dirty; every swipe of my skin was covered in grime. This lake water is amazing; it feels like it's washed away all the bad luck I've had over the past few years."

His voice was loud and cheerful, full of longing and anticipation for life.

A tall, thin man next to him continued, "Back then, we didn't care about these things. As long as we had a meal of black bread every day and could get a good night's rest, that was better than anything else. At that time, we were struggling to even survive, so we didn't have the mind to care about hygiene."

His eyes revealed a hint of helplessness and regret, as if he were recalling that unbearable past.

Just then, a young boy rubbed his stomach and said shyly, "I feel hungry again, and I want to eat that white steamed bun again. That white steamed bun is so soft and fragrant, it tastes better than anything I've ever eaten before."

His face was filled with an innocent smile, a smile as clear and bright as morning dew.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burly man beside him laughed and scolded, "You glutton, all you know is eating. But to be honest, those white steamed buns were really delicious, I'd like to have some too." Everyone burst into laughter, the sound echoing across the lake, as if spreading the joy to every corner.

Perhaps it was the thought of the wonderful life that was about to begin that made everyone so talkative.

They talked about their aspirations for the future. Some said they wanted to own a piece of land, grow various crops, and live a self-sufficient life; others said they wanted to learn a skill and create wealth with their own hands; still others said they wanted to build a happy family, have children, and enjoy family life.

They also recalled their past suffering, recounting the abuse and torture they endured in their lives as slaves. Those painful experiences were like sharp knives, piercing their hearts.

However, instead of wallowing in their pain, they drew strength from their memories and became even more confident in the future.

The laughter was filled with a longing for freedom and an expectation for a new life, as if declaring to the world that they would bid farewell to the past and embrace a brand new future.

After taking a shower, everyone seemed to have been reborn, and they felt a great change.

They were originally disheveled, with dull eyes, their hair tangled in a mess, their faces covered in dust and grime, and their eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Now, they are all in high spirits, their hair is neatly combed, their faces are full of confident smiles, and their eyes shine brightly, like two bright stars twinkling.

Coupled with their orderly steps and straight backs, it's fair to say that without the conspicuous slave markings on their bodies, you would never guess they were once slaves without freedom.

Several city guards stood on the shore and shouted, "Hurry up, everyone who has finished bathing, come and line up to get your clothes."

The crowd gathered around, their eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity, as if they were guessing what the new clothes would look like.

The first man to approach looked at the brand-new linen clothes in his hands with a puzzled expression and asked, "Are these our clothes? Where are our old clothes?"

His voice carried a hint of tension and unease, as if he feared that all this beauty was just a dream.

"Do you still think you're slaves? I've already thrown away those dirty clothes for you. These are all new clothes for you. It's spring now, so a coat and a pair of trousers are enough. When it gets colder, we'll give you autumn and winter clothes. You must believe that from today onwards, you are free men, and your lives will get better and better."

Hearing this, everyone was filled with gratitude and joy. They all put on the new clothes, which were all the same and very simple, without any fancy decorations or exquisite patterns. But these were much better than the clothes they had picked up from somewhere and worn for who knows how long.

The soft fabric clung to their bodies, giving them a long-lost feeling of warmth and comfort, as if they were enveloped in a layer of gentle clouds.

"Alright, everyone's dressed. Now I'll take you to where you'll be staying. This is based on your work and other factors; it's a four-person room," Bai said as he led the group.

Her steps were firm and powerful, as if she were leading everyone toward a bright future.

The group followed behind Bai, curiously looking around at everything. They saw lush trees on both sides of the road, tall and straight with abundant branches and leaves, like giant green umbrellas, shading people from the sun.

Birds sang merrily in the branches, their clear and melodious songs seeming to welcome their arrival. The ground was covered with colorful wildflowers, forming a beautiful floral carpet that one hesitated to step on.

After they met up with the women who had also taken a bath, they began their journey back to the city.

After they entered the city gate, they headed straight for the newly built dormitory, which Link had named.

From a distance, rows of identical houses built of cement and bricks stand neatly, exuding a simple yet warm atmosphere under the sunlight.

A young girl pointed to the house and asked excitedly, "Is this where we're going to stay?"

Her eyes widened, filled with surprise and curiosity. A middle-aged woman beside her smiled and replied, "It's so clean, so nice! This is much better than where we used to live. We used to live in a dark, damp stable, which was filthy and smelly, with rats and bugs. Now we finally have a decent home."

Another man remarked with emotion, "This is so much better than those stables and meadows we used to live in. Before, we had to sleep on the cold ground, surrounded by mountains of horse manure; the smell was unbearable. Now, with this warm house, we don't have to suffer like that anymore."

Bai smiled and said, "Those who have reported their names, please go to the designated rooms. There are numbers next to the rooms. Your daily necessities are in the rooms, but some of them have not yet arrived. However, they will arrive in the next few days. Please be patient and believe that life will get better and better in the future."

Everyone looked at Bai expectantly, eager to go to their "new home." Their eyes were filled with excitement and curiosity, like a group of children about to enter a mysterious paradise.

"Lunch will be delivered to your dormitories. After lunch, someone will take you to your future work positions in the afternoon. Your work will begin tomorrow, but some people may have their work arranged in a more special way. Now I will begin reading."

Bai held up several pieces of animal hide and began to read aloud. Her voice was loud and clear, echoing in the air and inspiring everyone to forge ahead.

"Mike, Cary, Percy, and Kagan, you'll be assigned to dormitory number 001, and you'll be working at the iron ore mine."

The four men listened, their faces hardening with determination. They knew this was the beginning of a new life for them, and they would work hard to prove their worth.

Mike clenched his fist and said, "We will definitely do our best and live up to everyone's expectations. We will create a better future with our own hands." Kari nodded and said, "That's right, we will make those who looked down on us look at us with new eyes."

"Visa, Bu Yi, Crowe, and Wass, you will be assigned to dormitory number 005. You are good at farming, and someone will arrange land for you."

The four skilled farmers listened, their eyes shining with hope. They could almost see the fertile land covered with golden wheat, the wheat swaying in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

Visa said excitedly, "We can finally own our own land. We will cultivate it carefully and make it bear abundant fruit." Bu Yi also smiled and said, "Yes, we will make this land our granary."

"Yina, Ahua, Siyi, Anli, you will be assigned to dormitory 041 and work in the kitchen, doing cooking, cleaning, and other tasks."

The four women listened and nodded with smiles. They knew that although their work was ordinary, it was also very important.

Yina said gently, "We will do our best to prepare every meal so that everyone can eat healthily and happily." Ahua added, "We will also keep the dormitory clean and tidy so that everyone can have a comfortable living environment."

Green followed several people who were with him, walking between the houses.

All the houses look the same; most people can't tell them apart.

However, there is a number plate at the entrance of the house, with numbers written on it.

As they walked, they carefully searched for their dormitory.

"Our dormitory number 033 is right here," said the oldest of the four, pointing to a room in front of them.

The old man's name was Anska. He was experienced, kind, and respected by everyone. Following the direction the old man pointed, everyone saw a brand-new house appear before them.

The doors and windows of the house were carved with exquisite patterns, giving it a very elegant appearance. They walked forward together and gently pushed open the wooden door. Inside, four plank beds were neatly arranged, with quilts and sheets folded on the beds.

The pristine white sheets and soft blankets felt both unfamiliar and delightful to them.

“This is where we live.”

"I can't believe it," Green said excitedly. Although they knew they were living in a brand new house, a feeling of disbelief still overwhelmed them when they were actually inside.

They felt like they were dreaming, unable to believe it was all real.

Green sat on a bed, then lay down on it, closing his eyes and saying, "So this is what it feels like to sleep in a bed. It's so different from sleeping in the haystacks we used to sleep in. Those haystacks were hard and prickly, and it was uncomfortable to sleep on them. This bed is soft and warm, it's like sleeping on a cloud."

The soft bed made him feel incredibly comfortable, as if all his fatigue had vanished in that moment.

The old man beside him chuckled, "You haven't even made your bed yet, silly boy." Everyone burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room, filling it with joy and warmth.

And so they began their life in Winter City, following instructions to familiarize themselves with their respective jobs.

They get up early every day and throw themselves into their work with great enthusiasm.

In the iron mine, men wielded shovels, mining ore, their sweat dripping onto the ground and splashing up tiny mud flowers.

The sound of shovels striking the ore was like a stirring battle song, inspiring them to keep moving forward.

Although they worked hard, their faces were filled with happy smiles because they knew that their efforts were meaningful.

In the fields, skilled farmers work diligently, sowing, watering, and fertilizing, hoping for a bountiful harvest.

They carefully nurtured each seedling, as if they were caring for their own children.

They believe that as long as they cultivate diligently, they will surely reap a bountiful harvest of hope.

In the kitchen, the women were busy preparing the meal, carefully mixing various seasonings in the hope that everyone would be satisfied with the food.

They cook each dish with care, and the fragrant food is mouthwatering.

Night fell unnoticed, and the people in the dormitory had finished enjoying a delicious dinner.

The steaming hot food made them feel the warmth of home.

Although they were sleeping in comfortable beds, no longer worried about being pushed out by the people next to them, and no longer worried about someone suddenly whipping them, most of them still found it difficult to fall asleep tonight.

They lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling, their minds filled with memories of past hardships and present happiness.

They remembered the abuse and torture they had suffered, and the pain and despair they had experienced during those dark days.

They also remembered the freedom and dignity they now possessed, and the warm, comfortable house and delicious meals.

They feared that they would wake up one morning to find that it was all just a dream, and return to their dark life of slavery.

They clenched their fists tightly, secretly vowing to cherish this hard-won happy life and protect this beautiful thing with their own efforts.

......

On the northwestern border of the empire, there is a city built on the seashore.

This city was once a thriving trading port, with countless ships coming and going every day, bringing goods and culture from all over the world.

At the dock, all sorts of ships were moored, including huge merchant ships laden with valuable goods and small fishing boats where fishermen were busy preparing their nets.

The streets were bustling with pedestrians, and merchants enthusiastically hawked their goods, with a dazzling array of products that were hard to look away from.

However, this place is now shrouded in gloom.

At that moment, a torrential rain was falling, with large raindrops pouring down and splashing high into the air as they hit the ground.

The raindrops were so dense, like countless sharp arrows, shooting towards the earth as if to submerge the entire world.

A powerful sea breeze swept across the ocean, its howling sound like the roar of a demon, sending chills down one's spine.

Waves crashed relentlessly against the rocks on the shore, sending up towering waves tens of meters high, their immense power seemingly threatening to engulf the entire world. Like raging beasts, the waves pounded the coast again and again, producing a deafening roar.

On the city wall, there was a man holding an umbrella and a torch.

The flames on the torches flickered in the fierce wind, as if they might go out at any moment.

The flame's light appeared exceptionally faint in the darkness, yet it flickered tenaciously, as if telling a story of the resilience of life.

This person is the city lord, an old man with white hair.

He stood there quietly, his eyes revealing a deep worry and despair.

His hair and beard were soaked by the rain and stuck to his face, making him look particularly haggard.

His body trembled slightly in the gale, but he still stood there firmly, guarding the city.

"Lord City Lord, why are you still here? The wind and rain are so strong, and you are so old. What if something happens to you? You should go back now."

Just then, an old servant carrying an umbrella came over.

He looked anxiously at the city lord, his eyes filled with worry. His umbrella was being tossed about by the strong wind, and the rain was still pouring down on him, but he didn't care about any of that, his only thought was for the city lord's safety.

"Go back? I'm not in the mood to stay here any longer. The siren attacks have been getting more and more frequent these days. What are we going to do next?"

A bolt of lightning struck, instantly illuminating the area.

The blinding light made the city lord's face appear even paler and more haggard. His eyes were filled with helplessness and pain, as if he were under immense pressure.

An elderly man with white hair gazed at the sea with a hint of despair. The glaring bloodstains on the beach and the walls, along with the piles of strange corpses below, seemed to tell the story of what had happened on this land.

Those sea monsters had sharp claws and teeth, and their bodies were like giant pythons, swimming nimbly in the seawater.

They leaped out of the sea and rushed towards the city walls, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

They attacked the city's inhabitants, plundered their property, and turned this once prosperous city into a living hell.

The people fled in all directions, their cries and shouts echoing in the air; the tragic scene was too heartbreaking to bear.

"My lord, our losses...our losses are far too great, if..."

The old servant shook his head helplessly. His voice was filled with sorrow and despair as he looked at the once beautiful city now riddled with holes, his heart filled with pain.

His tears welled up in his eyes, but he couldn't hold them back and they finally flowed down.

"But I don't want this city to be destroyed in my hands." The white-haired old man stroked the wet city wall with a hint of reluctance.

The bricks and stones on the city wall have been smoothed by seawater and rain, as if telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.

He recalled the efforts he had made for the development of this city, and the happy smiles of the people in the city, and his heart was filled with reluctance and guilt.

He had once vowed to protect the city and its people, but now he felt so powerless and insignificant.

"My lord, perhaps we should send out another plea for help?" the old servant said. A glimmer of hope shone in his eyes; he hoped someone would come to save the city.

He believes that there is still kindness and justice in this world, and that someone will lend a helping hand to help them through their difficulties.