Warhammer: Should I also sit on the Golden Throne?

0006 The Guilliman family's governess?

"Wow, there was even slavery."

Zhou Yun let out a gasp of surprise.

At this moment, his memories began to surface, not only those of a scholar, but also those of his past life.

Zhou Yun then realized that he had actually arrived a bit early.

Makula is not yet a particularly livable place.

Today, Makulaq suffers from a huge wealth gap, soaring prices, and the temple lends money to its residents at exorbitant interest rates, turning them into debt slaves and enslaving them to the wealthy class.

The wealthy class controlled the scarce land in Macurag and the houses in the city. They were idle and lived in luxury, enslaving slaves to work on their estates and supporting their extravagant lives. The slaves did not even have the most basic right to life, because the slave owners even had the right to execute debt slaves directly.

Of course, according to the wealthy, how can a debt slave be called a slave?

Although debt slavery is called slavery, it is merely a protective measure for sacred private property. How can human freedom supersede property rights?

So debt slavery is not slavery at all!

Furthermore, debt slaves can still freely pay off their debts, thereby freely regaining their freedom.

As for debt slaves who have no income or even property ownership, how can they pay off their debts... that's not something the wealthy class can worry about.

The reason why Macgrass later became a model of human order throughout the galaxy was entirely due to the reforms initiated by Archon Connor and completed by Guilliman shortly thereafter.

Dita clutched the IOU tightly, gritting her teeth, seemingly struggling to figure out how to deal with this enormous debt.

The real debtor, Zhou Yun, remained relatively calm.

It's just being in debt, just being a debt slave, it's not like I'm dead. And even death isn't that scary.

If dying wouldn't mean returning to the Golden Throne, Zhou Yun would even consider dying peacefully in Warhammer 40k a blessing.

Moreover, scholars with such knowledge as Zhou Yun, even after becoming debt slaves, are generally not killed.

The creditors made Zhou Yun a debt slave in order to make money. Zhou Yun's knowledge was enough to make him a hot commodity in the slave market. Many wealthy nobles would like to buy Zhou Yun and make him their tutor or advisor. Zhou Yun would also receive far better treatment than ordinary slaves.

If he's lucky, he might even get in touch with Robert Guilliman through this.

"I'll figure out a way to pay the first installment of debt next month..."

Tita clenched her fists, bit her lip, and said to Zhou Yun:

"But you must be prepared, fully prepared for His Excellency Guilliman's tutor recruitment on the 22nd of next month..."

Mr. Guilliman.....

Zhou Yun was taken aback: "Connor Guilliman?"

"It's Lord Marcus Guilliman. Has alcohol ruined your brain?" Tita corrected, while she rubbed her temples with a pained expression.

Marcus Guilliman,

Zhou Yun's memories gradually became clearer.

That letter... so that's what it was all about.

As an old noble family of the Macurag Plain Blue Banner, the Guilliman family naturally had more than just Consul Connor Guilliman.

Marcus Guilliman is Connor Guilliman's cousin and one of his closest blood relatives.

Unlike his predecessor, the wise and shrewd ruler, Marcus Guilliman did not achieve much in politics.

He devoted almost all his energy to having children.

According to Zhou Yun's recollection, this Lord Marcus had as many as thirty-nine publicly known children, thirteen of whom were born to him and his three wives—all of whom died in the delivery room—and the rest were illegitimate children from various sources.

Having so many sons, isn't he afraid of failing at parenting, with half of his sons betraying him...?

However, according to scholars' recollections, this Lord Marcus was more concerned with childcare than the Emperor.

Not long ago, His Excellency Marcus publicly announced that he would be looking for an excellent tutor for his fortieth son, who is also his latest publicly acknowledged illegitimate child.

Furthermore, Marcus emphasized that he would not seek a teacher from a higher-ranking rhetoric school, but rather from a first-class grammar school who was well-versed in history and literature.

The blood ties between Marcus and Connor, as well as the generous compensation offered by Marcus, attracted a large number of scholars, including Zhou Yun's predecessor.

Zhou Yun's predecessor achieved first place in the recruitment exam prepared by Marcus, which allowed him to undergo a formal interview with nine other teachers a month later.

Zhou Yun also rubbed his temples.

If that's the case, contacting Robert Guilliman through Marcus Guilliman would obviously be easier and more reliable.

However, a debt slave cannot apply for a job—the master has the right to restrict the personal freedom of a debt slave.

Zhou Yun sensed something was off.

The repayment dates for those IOUs are fast approaching; the first installment is due on the 20th of next month, which happens right before Zhou Yun participates in the job interview.

He remembered.

Cicero, who kept inviting him to gamble at the casino, was also a scholar and teacher.

However, unlike Zhou Yun, who was merely a teacher in the College of Arts and Sciences...

Cicero held a position at the more prestigious Academy of Rhetoric, which taught debate, oratory, and politics. His famous essay, "On the Soul," was widely praised by the aristocracy.

However, his attainments in literature and history were equally impressive.

In the exam, Marcus, as a rhetoric teacher, outperformed a group of grammar teachers, ranking second only to Zhou Yun.

If Zhou Yun becomes a slave to debt....

The position of tutor in the Marcus household will almost certainly go to Cicero.

Zhou Yun rubbed his temples vigorously a few times.

Is the struggle for a tutor position really that realistic and cruel?

This scholar, how could he so easily fall into gambling without being more vigilant?

Just then, Tita glanced out the window; all four moons had sunk below the horizon and disappeared into the bright light of the day.

It's getting late...

Tita tapped the table beside her, glancing at the ligature marks on Zhou Yun's neck.

Tita is currently studying at the Faculty of Arts and Sciences where Zhou Yun works, and it's time for her to go to class.

But now, seeing the marks on Zhou Yun's neck, Tita was absolutely worried about leaving him alone in the apartment.

But if she stayed home with Zhou Yun... Tita was worried about that bastard named Cicero.

Tita always felt that Cicero had ill intentions; that guy would come to see her Uncle Zhou Yun almost every day, inviting him to the casino.

If Cicero comes knocking and Zhou Yun's gambling addiction kicks in again, Tita won't be able to stop him no matter what.

So, Tita reached out and grabbed Zhou Yun's wrist.

This time, Zhou Yun suppressed his instinct to dodge and let Tita grab him.

"Come to school with me," Tita said, grabbing Zhou Yun's wrist.

From Tita's perspective, Zhou Yun seemed stunned.

However, Zhou Yun's spiritual energy actually played a role at this moment.

He had some vague feelings about the future.

Although this body also possesses psychic talent, the scholar has not truly transcended the 'realm' and awakened his psychic power.

Furthermore, due to the thickness of the veil surrounding Macurag, Zhou Yun's precognitive talent became more akin to intuition.

Even so, Zhou Yun still vaguely sensed that going to school would bring some good benefits.

It seems I need to find some time to cross the 'boundary' and truly awaken the spiritual power of this body.

As Zhou Yun thought about this, he obediently let Tita pull him out of the apartment and walk along the stone-paved road of Macurag towards the school.

Zhou Yun and Tita's rented apartment wasn't far from the school, and they soon arrived at the school's colonnade...

But Tita froze, stopping in her tracks, her eyes filled with anger as she looked ahead.

Zhou Yun followed Tita's gaze.

He saw a man wearing bright red leather shoes leaning against a pillar, looking around...