In the special era of the Middle Ages in Western Europe, the Arabs happened to act as cultural messengers who communicated the East and West worlds. Almost most Arab travelers had a lot of handmade skills!

These skills not only include the Arab nation's own technology, but also include some technologies from the South Asian subcontinent. Some people even mastered the four major inventions of China.

If some such talents can be found from these slaves from Asia Minor, then this is a blessing for Norfolk!

Three days passed quickly. On the afternoon of the fourth day, Scott was picking strawberries in his garden. At this time, a guard next to him hurried over: "Earl, General Garen, Master Robson and others have returned from Great Yarmouth Harbor with their slaves, and are waiting for you in the church!"

"Oh? Is that right?" Hearing the news, Scott quickly put down the flower basket in his hand: "Call the maids to come and change my clothes."

Under the maid's service, Scott quickly put on his clothes and flew on his horse to the cathedral.

As soon as they entered the church, they saw that there were already many people gathering in the square in front of the church. At this moment, they were holding their heads with their hands and half-squatting on the ground. Around them were Norfolk soldiers, guarding them.

As soon as he saw Scott coming, Robson and others quickly greeted him: "Earl, you are here."

Scot nodded, then smiled at Robson: "Thank you for your hard work."

"No, no, no, no, no," Robson and others waved their hands repeatedly.

"Did that Zverev say where they all came from?" Looking at the slaves dressed in white prisoners, Scott asked casually on the chair next to him.

Robson hurriedly stepped forward and whispered in Scott's ear: "According to Zverev, these people are mainly from the Ottoman Turkish Kingdom in Asia Minor. However, when we purchased these slaves, the Venetian merchants competed very fiercely with us. In the end, Zverev also gave the business to us because we bought slaves from him many times!"

"The O'Venetian merchants also want to buy these slaves?" Scott was suddenly surprised.

"Yes, I don't know why the Venetian merchants wanted to buy these slaves, but based on the Venetian merchants' habits and treacherous personality, these slaves must be very valuable, so we also spent a lot of money."

Speaking of this, Robson secretly glanced at Scott: "Earl, you won't blame us for spending money indiscriminately!"

Scott laughed after hearing this: "How could it be! You guys did a good job!"

After saying this, Scott got up and came close to these people, and then said loudly in Arabic: "Raise your heads and let me see!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

"How could the Earl have the language of those Asian Minor merchants?"

After many years of doing business overseas, Robson and others have seen many Arab merchants and heard the language of Arab merchants. Now they suddenly heard Stir speak Arabic, and they were all stunned.

Similarly, the slaves who were purchased by Robson for a large price also raised their heads in shock.

An old man said in a trembling voice: "Who are you? How can you speak our language?"

A young man next to him said excitedly: "Brother, have you been arrested too?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his head was immediately shot by a middle-aged man: "Idiot, judging from his appearance and dress, he is a typical Europa, but he just happens to speak our language!"

Listening to the comments of these slaves, Scott waved his hand, and in an instant, the guard next to him immediately picked up his weapons and rushed to the slave who spoke the loudest and smashed it over.

After a burst of violence, all the slaves were silent.

Scott nodded with satisfaction, and a holy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Welcome to Norfolk, the Kingdom of England, I am the ruler of Norfolk. From today on, I will be your master, but I am very kind, so not all of you will do coolies after coming here! Now I want to ask you a few questions. If you answer it well, you will immediately be exempted from the status of slaves and do not have to be any coolies! Then if you cannot answer my questions, or if you do not meet my conditions, I am sorry, you will be released after you finish all the coolies."

When all the slaves heard this, hope suddenly rose on their originally gray faces.

After gaze swept through the slaves, Scott asked the question: "The first question, who among you can make technology?"

As soon as the words were finished, some people quickly stood up.

“I can build ships.”

"I can make gunpowder."

"I'm an engineer and I can design castles."

…………

Scott waved his hand slightly, and the guards on both sides immediately stepped forward to lift these technical talents out of the crowd.

Seeing that only twenty or so people were raised, Scott felt a little disappointed: "This is over? Is there no one anymore? If no one has stood up yet, then you will not be able to get rid of your slave identity!"

A few seconds later, a thin young man stood up tremblingly: "I can make silk, don't you know if this is a technique?"

As soon as this sound came out, the originally solemn atmosphere suddenly became cheerful and relaxed.

"Is this technology?"

"So it's a clothes-maker!"

"I'm obviously a man, but I'm doing a woman's job. I really don't know how shameful it is!"

Amid the ridicule of the slaves, the young man blushed and lowered his head, not daring to speak anymore.

Compared with the laughter of others, Scott was slightly stunned: "Oh? Do you really know how to make silk?"

When he heard Scott's voice, the face of the young man who was originally in a state of desolation was about to move again: "I can, I really can!"

As if afraid that Scott would not release him, the young man said anxiously: "I can not only make silk, but also embroider, I can also textile wool..."

Listening to the young man's skills, the laughter of people around him became even louder.

Amid the laughter of the people around, Scott waved in Arabic and said, "Come on, young man, stand by me, you are released."

As soon as these words came out, the lively laughter ended immediately.

The young man blushed and excitedly rushed to Scott from the crowd to kneel down, and the Central Plains mantra broke out: "Thank you for your great kindness, the villain will never forget you."
Chapter completed!