"So... What can you do? Do you know who you are talking to, brats? I can get all of you to the gallows!" The tax collector arrogantly walked forward and stood toe to toe with the tall boy. His hands were placed on his back while his face was plastered with a look of derision. The knights had stopped what they were to do as they turned to the group of boys while the people surrounding them only watched.
"Guys! The old man is asking us what we can do?" The boys quickly got out clubs and whips from their waists, underneath their clothes and without warning, they attacked the tax collector and the knights. Some of the people escaped to call other knights for help while others remained to watch.
Anyway, it could be seen that the design of the clothes of the people coming from Litkesh had changed.
The difference was small but conspicuous.
The clothes made in Azuhai were plain and simple but it could be seen that some of the people coming from Litkesh were wearing handprinted shirts. How they managed to imprint their shirts, no one in Azuhai knew that.
However, these imprints would quickly fade or get deformed after a wash or two which would make the shirts to look so ugly after the wash but the customers didn't care about that as they scrambled for these printed shirts especially the people from Azuhai because these imprinted shirts had just landed in Isthmus town at this hour.
The merchant who was selling this shirts came from Litkesh and his arrival made the people who were watching the knights and the rude boys fighting to disperse and assemble around the merchant.
The merchant himself was wearing a shirt which was imprinted with bold words: the big dick is in town.
"Each shirt is going for 2 silver coins. Buy three and get one for free!" The merchant hollered.
[It is so cheap. I will buy six of them.]
[Look at that, wow. I will buy this one for my baby girl.]
The imprinted shirts were selling like hotcakes.
The imprinted words were like:
I love Whiyork(the capital of Litkesh)
Please kiss me.
I love you.
She is mine.
He is mine.
Every girl is mine.
I can build anything.
My dick is big.
I can fuck stuffs.
The world is mine.
Litkesh is beautiful.
I love king Vladislav Orlovsky (the king of Litkesh kingdom.)
There were also shirts that had images of trees, fingerprints, rivers, lakes and crude images of people. However, these images were deformed which disrupted what they defined which made the customers to avoid them and only go for those that had the words that they liked .
Nevertheless, the people who bought those clothes would definitely cry after a wash or two because those imprints would deform and the fading colouring would spoil the clothes. These were clothes that could only be worn for a once before throwing them aside, that was of course if one didn't made them wet.
After all, the dyes that the people of this backward world were using was crude and most of them came from the mixed extracts from plants and animals and that was why most of the dyed clothes would lose their color after several washes until the color of the clothes turned back to the original color of the material used.
Anyway, Virtya had already ordered another batch of slaves even if he didn't have the money to pay for those slaves because he knew that before the slaves arrived, he would have already collected the money needed.
But what were those slaves coming to do. Of course, they would be coming to construct fundamental modern buildings in Whiten.
***
Several weeks later, the late month of September arrived.
Activities could be seen going all around Pollow district because the cement plant was alive. Virtya had still not given the freedom to the slaves who helped him to construct this cement plant because the works at the cement plant had not ended.
The cement plant needed the raw materials for the manufacture of cement and therefore, the labourers were needed to get the raw materials from far to this cement plant.
However, Virtya had started paying these slaves so that they could work hard and even if the pay was still small, it was still better than not getting paid, right?