PS: Some people say that I write an abusive article, and here I want to protest. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info This is a novel with a magnificent background, the protagonist rises from the lowest slave, and eventually becomes the emperor of the ages. How many ups and downs have been experienced in this process need to be experienced by the reader himself. As the author, all I can say is that this book is very rigorous, magnificent, passionate and tear-jerking......

As for whether I am selling melons in Wang Po, readers only need to read the first volume of "Boundless Continent" to understand.

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The horse-faced officer who suddenly arrived pushed away the jailers who were beating Jing Ling, and saw Jing Ling lying on the ground scarred and motionless, the horse-faced officer hurriedly stepped forward to probe Jing Ling's snort.

The horse-faced officer, who hadn't felt a trace of heat for a long time, suddenly became angry and reprimanded angrily: "I'll just say why are you doing everything to prevent me from coming down, if this matter is known to Lord Bais, how many heads you have is not enough to cut off!" ”

"How dare you, a little knight, threaten me?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded, and everyone heard the voice, only to see a fat and short middle-aged man walking towards them, his eyes narrowed into a line, his upper lip had two slender beards, a large black mole at the corner of his mouth, and he was wearing a gorgeous green robe, and he looked invincible.

The horse-faced officer looked unkind and said, "I was ordered to deliver the freedom document to him, and you killed him, if Lord Bais blames him, you can afford it!?" ”

"What! Big brother is dead!! Lin Yan's head seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his whole person suddenly stiffened like a puppet. Looking at Jing Ling, who had already become a bloody man, Lin Yan finally knelt on the ground weakly, and the sword in his hand also fell off.

Humpty Dumpty said dismissively, "The decision to release this slave was nothing more than a whim of Lord Bais, do you think Lord Bais will hold me accountable for a slave?" ”

The horse-faced officer looked down at Humpty Dumpty and sneered, "Wally, you're nothing but the captain of the Cal City patrol, what's the difference between you and an ant in the eyes of Lord Bais?" ”

Worley's forehead suddenly broke out, and he said in that unique sharp voice: "His death is also your responsibility, if you can come earlier, maybe he will not die." ”

"What the hell are you talking about!" The horse-faced officer scolded: "He was obviously killed by you, and he still wants to shift the responsibility to me." ”

Wally walked up to the horse-faced officer, looked up and said, "I think you know very well who is really going to kill him, and now the reform of the Holy See has touched the interests of the slave-owning class. I think you know very well the meaning of the fact that Lord Baiss released a slave who tried to disobey in front of so many people today. If, tomorrow, the Holy See suddenly decrees abolishing slavery, I don't think there would be any fuss. ”

The horse-faced officer gasped sharply, and he leaned down and whispered to Wally, "This doesn't seem that simple. ”

A sharp gleam flashed in Wally's eyes, and he put his palm against his cheek and whispered: "Behind the reformers is the Holy See, and I think you know very well who the biggest slave owner is. After Wally finished speaking, he spread his hands and said in a normal voice: "Since this yellow slave is dead, I think you had better turn a blind eye, after all, to survive in this world, you need to be tactful." ”

The horse-faced officer hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and said, "I will report to Lord Badero that he has been released." ”

Wally suddenly smiled, he took out two gold coins from his arms and stuffed them into the horse-faced officer, and said, "The one who knows the times is Junjie, and I am very optimistic about you." ”

Although the horse-faced officer looked ashamed, the two gold coins were quickly hidden in his arms, and then he pointed to Jing Ling's 'corpse' and said, "Carry him up and bury him." He looked at the **** girl covered in scratches and Lin Yan with a sluggish face, perhaps because of compassion, he took out a gold coin and said to Wally: "I'm going to buy them." ”

Wally raised an eyebrow and said, "This is not my business, you have to go to the slavery department to handle this transaction." ”

"I don't know what you're capable of, so you helped me do this, after all, it's dangerous for them to stay here for an extra day." The horse-faced officer glanced at the rest of the jailers as he finished speaking.

"My lord, please buy my grandfather too." The girl knelt naked on the ground, covering her chest with one hand, and tugging at the armor of the horse-faced officer with the other, and pleaded: "I am willing to serve the left and right of the lord, but I beg the lord not to separate me from my grandfather." ”

At this time, the horse-faced officer noticed the old man lying in the cage and gasping, and he sighed: "Count him in, it just so happens that my family also lacks a gardener, and perhaps he is not old enough to do the work of a gardener." ”

"One gold coin can't buy so many slaves." Wally held out his hand and motioned for the horse-faced officer to give him another gold coin.

"Take it, take it, and get all the relevant official documents for me." Without hesitation, the horse-faced officer took out the income he had just made, and told Wally not to take the money and do nothing.

"I do things, you can rest assured." Wally's narrowed eyes flashed with joy, and he put the two gold coins in his pocket, and said, "Tomorrow I will hand you their letter of freedom, now-" Wally glanced at the lifeless Kyoling lying on the ground covered in scars, and then looked at the miserable death of Leo and the naked body of the jailer.

It seemed that he would not be able to sleep after one more look, so Wally quickly looked away and said to the jailer beside him, "Carry this slave up and bury it, find someone to call the families of these two jailers to collect the bodies, and let the rest be dispersed for me." ”

"Yes, sir." The jailers answered, and left the dungeon in a swarm.

Among them, two jailers, one fat and one thin, worked together to carry Jing Ling to the top of the dungeon, and when Jing Ling's body passed by Lin Yan, the latter could no longer hold back the grief and anger in his heart, and at the moment when his clenched fists were about to swing towards the jailer, a pair of calm palms pressed on Lin Yan's shoulders.

"The dead are gone, and the living spare their lives!" The horse-faced officer admonished Lin Yan in a deep voice.

"Spare your life!" Lin Yan gritted his teeth and held back his tears, and swore in his heart: "That's right, I can't die now, I want to fulfill my eldest brother's last wish, and I want to lead all the slaves to escape from Carl City!" ”

At this moment, Lin Yan is like an oppressive volcano, and the moment it erupts, the earth will tremble...... And all the jailers did not realize that in the eyes of the rest of the slaves, the fire of anger was brewing in their hearts, and it only took an east wind to spark the prairie fire!

Lin Yan looked at Jing Ling, who gradually faded out of sight, hazy tears could no longer stop flowing on his cheeks, and under his teary gaze, two jailers carried Jing Ling out of the arena.

Outside the arena is a continuous cluster of bright yellow buildings, waves of white-feathered white doves spread their wings and hover over the city, and people in colorful clothes shuttle through the streets and alleys, shouting, and at the same time interpreting a vivid scene of prosperity.

But the ditches and mottled blood stains on the walls of the city silently exuded a sense of historical vicissitudes, this important town in the north of the Nolan Empire has a population of half a million, and beneath the prosperous surface is a dark tide of crisis. As the garrison city in the north of Nolan, the military attaches great importance to and vigorously builds the city defense force, a cannon is erected every 20 meters on the city wall, and the deep moat surrounds the entire city, which also makes Carl City leave a solid impression in people's hearts.

Two jailers carried Jing Ling through the magnificent monastery, and the priest in brown robes was holding a book and explaining the doctrine to the people beside him, and no one noticed that the two jailers were carrying a corpse past them, perhaps noticing, but they thought that there was no need to make a fuss.

In this way, Kyungryung was carried over the monastery, the Bell Tower Square, the stone bridge, the bazaar, and ....... The two jailers were talking about the same things along the way, and neither of them realized the strange fact that Jing Ling's 'corpse' had not shed a drop of blood a long time ago.

When they reached a hill in the city, the two jailers threw Jing Ling to the ground, each kneading his sore shoulders, and the thin jailer complained, "We'll have to bury this damn Huang. Disaster. ”

The fat jailer also looked at Jing Ling unhappily and said: "Anyway, he is dead, just throw him into the moat, I think other slave owners treat those slaves who were tortured to death by them like this, why don't we do the same?" ”

"Why didn't you say earlier, it's half a kilometer from the city wall?" The thin jailer pressed his palm to his forehead and looked out at the city wall in the distance.

"Are you going to dig a pit here or just throw him into the river?" The fat jailer pointed to the ground beneath his feet, and then to the distant walls.

"Of course it is......" The thin jailer hesitated for a moment, then added, "Throw him into the moat." ”

The corners of their mouths lifted into a smile, happy that they could think of such a time-saving and labor-saving solution. Once again, they lifted Jing Ling together and strode in the direction of the western city wall.