Searching for the faint magic in the air, Lorraine walked through the malls and towards the less bustling places that seemed quiet and dirty compared to the bustling core. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After all, it was an area where the lower class dwellers and slaves lived, and they often ran small bazaars in the corners, and they only needed a small amount of money to satisfy the appetite of the guards.

The goods displayed in these places are not of much value, they are small items worth less than a silver coin, and more are small knick-knacks from unknown craftsmen.

Although he was following the sage of the sage, Lorraine was also attracted by the things around him, which were different from the luxury and opulence seen in the St. Orlando Empire, the romance and wildness of the Corsaland Peninsula, and not the rustic style of the southern New World.

Although these knick-knacks have no artistic value, people always try their best to decorate them, and through various techniques, they always reflect the desire for freedom and dreams of the people of the northern states of the New World.

Lorraine liked the atmosphere, a bit like the freedom and democracy of the pre-time period, though we all knew what it was like, and the general now represented the sworn enemy of democracy: imperial power.

Those who live here should enjoy it, but unfortunately Lorraine didn't spend much time walking through a quiet street where the more dilapidated slums unfolded in front of him, and that's what Lexington really was.

Only those who have been here know that everything in the slave city-state is built on the lower class residents and slaves, and without these free manpower, it is impossible to think about confronting the gradually developing southern magic industrialists and the powerful aristocratic merchants of the Old World.

Slaves of all races struggled in agony here, just as Lorraine had seen: in the crowd there was a conspicuous group of men, wearing hoods and cloaks, and of the same height, surrounded by a figure who looked like a woman, and who made him feel the breath of a sage.

"Welcome to Lexington, General of the South."

The woman suddenly used magic to send a secret sound, but it made Lorraine's heart tighten, no one should know if she could confirm her identity, and even the intelligence organization of the city-state should identify herself as a woman, where was it exposed?

It seemed to see Lorraine's uneasiness, the other party just made a gesture of invitation, and Lorraine could only follow silently, of course, the sudden appearance of the fierce thief behind him was also the reason for him to move forward.

Everyone knows that when a mage is brought close, the danger will be greatly reduced.

Dressed in a black cloth by the man behind her, she walked through countless eerie paths in the alley, and Lorraine entered a house with a commotion, and it took a little time to regain his adaptation to the light.

It looks like a meeting place, full of hooded and cloaked people, and if the magic in the air is anything wrong, most of the people here are elite thieves, skilled in assassination and close-quarters combat, which is not good news.

A short old man walked up to Lorraine, and the commotion in the house soon stopped, and everyone looked at the two of them, as if waiting for something.

It's definitely not a good thing to be stared at by so many thieves, Lorraine hasn't tried this damn feeling in a long time, he regrets a little bit that he wandered around without a guard, and of course, that nasty sage magic, it's all because of that kind of ghost thing that he came here.

"I'm sorry to have you here, Second Ambassador of Her Highness Lily, Miss Charlotte."

“…… Who are you? What do you want to do? ”

"What we want to do is what His Highness can give us."

The old man's words were a little inexplicable, and the moment Lorraine looked into the other party's eyes, he suddenly realized that this person was actually an Elain, it was really unimaginable!

In the place with the highest concentration of slaves in the New World, an old man of Elamite can be called a master assassination (let's think so), is the intelligence organization of the slave city-state eating?

Whether they were eating or not, what the Elamites wanted was indeed something that Josephine was able to give them, and as a name for a long enslavement, all they wanted was freedom.

What a simple and unattainable price......

"You ...... Are they all slaves? ”

Lorraine opened his mouth with some surprise, and immediately regretted it, because he felt endless murderous aura and depression at this moment, and everyone's eyes looked at him very coldly, and he really committed a taboo.

The old man nodded, "You're right, the brothers and sisters here are all slaves - of course this is one of our identities, and being a shadow thief requires a lot of external identities. ”

“…… I do know what you want, and His Highness can give it, but at what cost? ”

"Equivalent exchange, is it...... Very good saying, but how about submitting to the One? ”

You say that if you are obedient, you will be obedient, uncle, you are so good, do your brothers and sisters know!?

Lorraine wanted to complain on the spot, of course he didn't do it, on the contrary, there were many people within the shadow thief who seemed to have opinions, and the old man didn't seem to agree with the inside.

He raised his hand to signal quiet, "I know that such an abrupt invitation has caused you a lot of trouble, why don't you let Vivien take you around, please rest assured that we will ensure that you return to the embassy residence safely." ”

Then the woman with the magic of the sage stepped forward and affectionately took Lorraine's left hand and walked out of the house, leaving only the remaining members to discuss the next step.

Lorraine came to her senses and looked around the place, and could see that the decorations were full of traps, and all kinds of devices with weak magical reactions were hidden behind the walls.

"Do you have any questions, General of the South?"

“…… Why don't you speak, but use magic to transmit sounds? ”

"It's my personal reason, can you feel the magic?"

Lorraine nodded in her understanding, and the other party continued: "It's a device left over from ancient times, we don't know how to use it, we can only be sure that it will randomly select a woman to be the host, and it will allow me to use some special abilities." ”

"It's just that this ability also has a disadvantage, it deprives me of the ability to speak, I can only use special ways to communicate with others, and it will continue to erode the life force of the host, no woman can live to be thirty-five years old......"

The woman named Vivien showed Lorraine her abilities, similar to the characteristics of telekinesis, the various stance abilities are less powerful than traditional spells, but the magic consumption is also less, and the key is that the smell of silk threads can be felt in the air.

It's a thing that's recorded in the Sons of Heaven Wizard database, it's something called a conduction loop, and unlike the ability of frontline commanders to quickly build bases, it's capable of manipulating non-mental units, centralizing command and combat.

A powerful presence known as tactical guidance, it can be called the best tactical commander at the front-line brigade level or large units, seamless control and communication, rapid deployment and action, very good unit.

Of course, the conduction circuit on Vivien's body is obviously incomplete now, and judging from the other party's later explanation, it will also erode the host's lifeform as a mana supplement, and prohibit speech to enhance other senses.

This situation can be completely remedied by other sage units, but unfortunately Vivien is only one person, and can only use weak life force to maintain the function of the conduction circuit.

"I know about your situation, can you tell me how you recognized me?"

"It's because ...... The ...... of the information that the device sends back is prompted And also...... General, you're beautiful. ”

Looking at the slightly reddened cheeks under the other party's hood, Lorraine felt 10,000 critical damage, no matter what, it was really amazing to be praised by a girl like this-can't be happy! (To be continued.) )