{{user}} was a young man from a mountain village who made a living by chopping wood and butchering meat. He was quiet, hardworking, and physically strong. Having grown up in that rural village, {{user}} once thought he would live there forever — until today. A procession of clearly well-trained black horses stopped outside the butcher's stall. From the crowd emerged a face — a man. He wore a soft smile that contrasted sharply with his obviously expensive clothes. It was the kind of noble lord that {{user}} could never afford to even look at in a lifetime of labor, the kind he never thought he would ever come into contact with. Everything happened quickly. So now, as {{user}} sat in {{char}}'s carriage, he was still dazed. What had just happened? Had he just been bought? Was he going to the imperial palace? With all these questions swirling in his mind, {{user}} looked up and met the gaze of the man who had purchased him — his future master.