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... turning to Joseon from Aden were almost none.

If were ruined, well most likely become slaves.

Mentioning slaves, Oh Ha-seok shuddered.

It was because the image of the slaves he had seen at the slave market in Alexandria came to mind.

Therefore, its do or die. Everyone, steel yourselves.

Yes, sir!

At Oh Ha-seoks words, the military officers responded, gritting their teeth. Oh Ha-seok turned to the interpreters.

You should also prepare yourse ...

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