Chapter 53 Noah’s People, 11 Tax
"Praise Noah!"
Just newly freed and having shed his identity as a slave, Pompey devoutly bowed to the Holy Mountain in his heart. From the crowd by the roadside, a few echoed his words, but most people remained indifferent, as it was a common sight. Only the foreign merchants cast curious glances.
After earnestly completing the ritual of bowing to the Holy Dragon, Pompey, who had become a freeman, stood up again, with a look of slight bewilderment in his eyes.
As a slave, he only needed to do three things every day—eat, sleep, and farm. But having become a freeman without any land to farm, he suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.
Pompey actually knew that there were many job opportunities in Elisium City specifically provided for people like him, who were without a home or occupation.
However, he didn’t want to apply for a job just yet. He wanted to take a few days to breathe the air of freedom, but without realizing it, he wandered back to the place where he had previously worked as a slave.
It was a field where the wheat waves rippled. There were still many people working there as slaves, just like he once had, but they were indistinguishable from the free farmers not far away.
It had to be said that this was a peculiar sight unseen in other cities, entirely different from the harsh life he had imagined before being brought here as a slave.
Apart from the legendary Divine Realm, where there were no worries of sickness, hunger, or disturbance from the wind and rain, Pompey couldn’t think of any place more beautiful than here, where even slaves were treated as people.
"Pompey, didn’t you go to cancel your slave contract? Why are you back?"