But what caught the eyes of those black-clothed bodyguards was the sight of those nobles and wealthy businessmen, whose heads were cut off by a wind blade. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info And after cutting off the heads of these noble and wealthy merchants, the wind blade is still flying towards them.

"Run, run!" I don't know which black-clothed bodyguard was the first to shout, and then all the black-clothed bodyguards were in a mess, frantically fleeing from the wind blade, and even the bodyguards who were originally going to try to resist or go to see if there were any survivors of the aristocratic and wealthy businessmen could only flee together.

The black-clothed bodyguards who were still dense just now had collapsed into a plate of scattered sand in an instant, but Rowan only used a spell. Looking at the black-clothed bodyguards who were fleeing, Rowan shook his head helplessly, and then with a wave of his sword, the wind blade that flew towards the black-clothed bodyguards immediately grew in a circle.

The speed has also been raised by a notch again, if those black-clothed bodyguards just now can still rely on desperately fleeing to avoid being cut by the Wind Blade, then now they can't even see the trajectory and appearance of the Wind Blade at all.

The sound of a sharp blade slashing through the flesh was heard, and the entire second floor of the clubhouse was covered with the bodies of those black-clad bodyguards who had been separated from their heads, and blood stained the carpet and corridor of the entire second floor.

After cleaning up these bodyguards, Rowan didn't stay in the hallway too much, he began to constantly check all the rooms in the entire floor, once he saw a nobleman, a wealthy businessman, a bodyguard and Terry's subordinates appear, he would directly kill them, as for the slave girl, Rowan quickly skipped it.

Only ten minutes later, everyone in the entire clubhouse, except for the slave girl, was all slaughtered by Rowan.

After slaying the last of Terry's men, Rowan looked at his whole body to make sure there was not a trace of blood, he nodded slightly, and then prepared to leave the clubhouse.

But as soon as he took a step, Rowan stopped: "I almost forgot about these slave girls... Now that Terry's clubhouse has been emptied by me, the girls are officially recognized as Terry's personal property. ”

"If I leave like this now, they will be sold to other nobles and rich merchants, and they will still have to endure all kinds of painful slavery."

Thinking of this, Rowan couldn't help frowning, to be honest, how to solve these slave girls is indeed a big troublesome problem, after all, it is impossible for them to return to their hometown, and because they are slaves, they can't do anything else in the imperial capital at all.

What's more, now that Terry and the nobles and wealthy merchants of the club have all been killed by Rowan, these slave girls are all alive and well, and Rowan is worried that when the imperial capital garrison comes, all these charges will be pushed on these slave girls.

When the time comes, I am afraid that these slave girls will die in prison.

"Let's go to Terry's office and see if I can find the slave certificates of these slave girls, and then I'll find a way to take them out of the imperial capital and live in other places temporarily, and then think about how to settle them after avoiding this period of limelight." After much thought, Rowan finally made a decision.

He then went straight to Terry's office. At this time, Terry's office was still furnished as it had been when Rowan left yesterday, except that the folder on his desk had been slightly reversed, and it seemed that Terry had flipped through it in the morning and then casually stuffed it back.

Rowan quickly rummaged through the office where he hadn't flipped the previous night, or where he had flipped in a more sloppy way. However, despite his careful search of the entire office, he still did not find any proof of slave girls, at most portraits of them.

This made Rowan can't help but feel a little anxious in his heart, knowing that he will go to the homes of more than a dozen nobles in a while and kill those nobles one by one, if he wastes time in Terry's clubhouse, he is worried that his future actions may be hindered or changed, after all, no one knows whether those nobles will stay at home in peace.

Thinking of this, a hint of determination crossed Rowan's eyes: "In that case, then burn all the things here, I don't believe that Terry will hide the slave certificate in his office." ”

Then he directly summoned several orange fireballs and hit various places in Terry's office, and after the orange fireballs collided with the walls of Terry's office, they instantly produced a continuous explosion, and small hot fireballs scattered from the fireballs on the furniture, documents and books in the office.

Two of the fireballs landed on Terry's desk, and as the fireballs exploded, Terry's desk was blown to pieces. Just as Rowan was about to leave, a gear turned, and the subtle sound of the mechanism operating reached Rowan's ears.

He jerked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw that the ground where Terry's desk was originally located was gradually parting to the two sides, and a dark passage made entirely of stone bricks appeared in Rowan's sight.

Seeing this dark passage appear, Rowan immediately extinguished the fire in Terry's office, and then jumped into the dark passage.

After entering the dark passage, I saw that the magic lamps on the stone walls on both sides of the dark passage had automatically lit up, and the entire dark passage was illuminated by these magic lamps. After walking about a few dozen meters along this dark passage, a heavy iron door made of pure metal appeared in front of Rowan, and a thick steel padlock was hanging on the iron door handle.

Looking at the steel padlock, which was a bit of a hassle for both high-level warriors and magicians, Rowan walked straight forward, grabbed the padlock, and pulled the padlock off the doorknob with a single force.

Throwing the padlock aside, Rowan opened the iron door directly and walked into the room behind the door.

As soon as he entered the room, a somewhat dazzling light flickered through Rowan's eyes, and Rowan's eyes narrowed slightly before adjusting to the light.

The room was filled with silver cutlery, precious jewelry made of precious stones of various colors, and boxes of gold coins that shimmered with pale gold.

In addition, there are some documents similar to deeds and certificates. Looking at this bejeweled room, Rowan's eyes became gloomy, he had seen some of Terry's transaction records, but the income from trading a dozen slave girls was a drop in the bucket compared to the treasures in this room now.

Terry, on the other hand, did not do much else, and his only financial income was the money he earned from running a clubhouse and trading slave girls. Judging from the wealth that Terry had saved in this room, it was unknown how many slave girls he had traded to save such a terrifying amount of wealth.