Upon hearing a few words of justification, Jasmine, with her natural sharpness, immediately detected the deep-seated contempt for humanity hidden within Georgius's words.
In the eyes of those belonging to the aristocratic class or lackeys like him, whether they were common slaves only capable of heavy manual labor or a group of slaves possessing masterful skills, ultimately, their status was nothing more and nothing less than that of lowly slaves. And the lives of slaves had never been worth a single copper coin; if a few dozen happened to die, one merely had to take a whip, go out, and capture another batch to take their place, and the matter would be settled. Even though he was currently prostrating on the ground listening to Jasmine's furious questioning, Georgius's narrow-minded thinking had no way of comprehending why that beautiful female lord Jasmine had suddenly become so angry, to the point of disregarding her image to directly kick Georgius so painfully.
