Windsor was amazed, even though she hadn't seen her for four years, she still recognized her thirteen-year-old brother at a glance.

Oh no, my brother Ivan is seventeen years old now.

The height has not grown much, at most ten centimeters tall, and it is estimated that he is malnourished.

The food in Datie Village has not been very good, and many cat-eared orcs have no nutritional support since childhood, and they are often not tall enough, and their physique is not strong, much weaker than the lion soldiers.

"Sister, are you doing well, have you been bullied by anyone, I will help you take revenge."

When Ivan saw her sister, he rushed into the house excitedly and asked questions.

Windsor looked her brother up and down left and right, and found the Hidden Blade bracer on Ivan's right wrist, and she smelled fresh blood with a sensitive nose.

"You just killed someone?"

"Well, I've killed a couple of lion soldiers these days."

When Ivan said this, he raised his head proudly and said confidently: "Sister, I was too weak before, and I could only watch you get caught. Now with Lord Allen's teachings, I can protect you, and no one can take you as a slave. ”

Windsor heard the lion soldiers, sweated for his brother, and then heard Alan's name again, and his face was moved again.

She stared into her brother's eyes, less of the cowardice of a thirteen-year-old, and more of the strength and ruthlessness of a seventeen-year-old.

She was stunned for two seconds and said with a smile: "You have grown up, you don't need your sister to take care of you." ”

"Of course!"

Ivan's little head is raised high, the cat's ears on his head are shaking, and his tail is also straight, showing off mostly.

Windsor's tail gradually became a question mark, "Is Village Chief Allen so kind, he taught you assassin techniques and didn't ask for anything in return?" ”

Brother Ivan thought so much, touched the back of his head and said: "It seems that there is no return, but since the release of the new policy, everyone has been smiling and going out to work every day." ”

"Do you want to go out with a smile?"

Windsor noticed the detail, her eyes flickering.

If you want to know whether the ruling faction is good, you can know the general situation by looking at how the civilians under him are doing.

……

In the morning, the sun has just risen in the sky, and the farmers have already run out of their homes and are walking to the fields on the outskirts to prepare for a new day's farming.

And the businessmen are ready to get up and ponder today's business deals.

The noble magnates are still sleeping soundly under the covers, unaware of the big events that are happening in the town.

For example, Martin businessman slept in the mansion in Morning Glory Town today, cuddling his petite cat lady, and slept soundly.

It wasn't until the sound of hurried footsteps came from his bedroom door that the peace was shattered.

I saw that the butler was anxious, knocked on the door, and shouted through the door:

"Oh no, sir, the slave cell in the town is on fire!"

"Noisy, noisy, what, where is the fire?"

Martin, a slave trader, was in a state of turmoil, and was very upset when he heard of the fire.

"Master, it was your town's cell that caught fire, and the slaves escaped!" The big butler let go of his voice and yelled.

Martin had three slave farms, one on a large suburban farm, one for the town's cells, and a third for a slave market.

"What?"

When Martin heard this, the whole person trembled suddenly, pushed away the cat lady in his arms, got out of bed naked with a lion, and quickly picked up the silk clothes and wrapped them: "Who is so bold that he dares to run to the town to mess with me, Lao Tzu must arrest him!" ”

The cat slave on the bed moved, leaning out of the sheet and half of his body, sleepy-eyed, with the curvy beauty of a devil's body.

Martin had no intention of looking at the beauty, and impatiently opened the door, ready to ask the butler to take him to the place where the fire was starting.

As soon as he opened the door, Martin saw the frightened-looking butler standing in the doorway, his whole body trembling, his mouth whimpering, his pupils dilated.

"What's going on?"

Martin frowned, but when he heard a rub, there was a dark shadow behind the butler, flying fast, and instantly released a kick to knock him down, and then a cold light flashed through his field of vision, straight to his throat.

"Who are you......"

Martin felt his head weigh hard, his vision was shaking, he couldn't speak, and there was a sharp pain in his throat, and a fishy sweet taste.

Looking at the linen-shirted orc wearing a black hood in front of him, with a shadow-covered face, he is only about one meter six tall, his small body is weak, and he can usually be beaten with two slaps.

Martin wanted to let out a miserable laugh, but he couldn't, and the feeling of powerlessness gradually spread throughout his body, and blood gushed out.

Unexpectedly, he of the lion clan was stabbed to death by such a small orc with a sword, and he was really unwilling.

Then he rolled his eyes and died with hatred.

"Although my sister is still innocent, the slave trader must die."

Ivan slowly raised his head, and it happened that the morning light shone into the window on the second floor, illuminating Ivan's bottomless eyes, and the golden color of the pupils slowly disappeared and turned back into normal black pupils.

As for the butler behind him, a second before Ivan burst out, he had already plunged a dagger into his heart.

Bang.

The butler's body fell backwards to the ground, bleeding profusely and staining the doorway red.

The cat lady in the room found that two orcs had died at the door, and immediately screamed, holding the sheets, weak and helpless.

But the cries did not alarm the lion soldiers in the mansion, as if they were all asleep, or rather gone forever.

Ivan looked at her, only to realize that the other party was a cat slave, and frowned: "Do you want to go back to Datie Village, if you don't go back, I'll leave." ”

There are two kinds of cat slaves lying on the slave merchant's bed, one is the tamed cat slave, and this kind of cat slave is of little significance to bring back to the village.

The second is the forced type, and they still have room for reform and re-education.

"Where's Big Iron Village?" Marianne said uneasily.

"Datie Village is the home of the cat slave, if you want to go back, come with me."

Ivan wasn't sure what type the other party was, but he was interested in Datie Village.

"Can a cat slave like me go to Datie Village?" Marianne wrapped herself in a sheet, but the curves were still amazing.

"Of course, Datie Village needs labor, and as long as you have the craft, you will have a job. You can do hard work without skills, but I think the village chief has his own arrangements. ”

Ivan's face was half flushed, and the country boy who had lived for seventeen years had never seen such a charming and beautiful cat slave, and his body immediately reacted.

Fortunately, he was disciplined, lowered his head and diverted his gaze, wiped the blood of his Hidden Blade with Martin's clothes, removed the dagger from the back of the great butler, wiped the blood again, and turned to leave, afraid that some strange thoughts in his brain would interfere with the mission.

The cat slave on the bed originally wanted to shrink and not move, but after finding that Ivan was blushing, he unexpectedly felt that the other party was not so scary, and even a little cute.

Or do you want to keep up?

Martin is dead, and she has no benefit in staying at the scene of the murder, but she is afraid that she will be buried with her.

Marianne quickly thought about her situation, picked up the clothes next to the bed, quickly dressed in two or three seconds, and kept up with small steps.

Ivan felt upset and irritable when he heard the footsteps behind him, and there was a sense of emptiness in his body.

That was the price of an instant kill, since the first assassination began, he found that he had a magical power hidden in his body, which could teleporte three or four meters, and with the Hidden Blade, he could directly pierce the plate armor and pierce the enemy.

However, you need to rest for more than ten minutes after the outbreak, so use it with caution.

"Follow me, we're leaving." Ivan whispered.

"Uh-huh, what's your name?" Marianne followed little Ivan, blinking curiously.

"Ivan." Ivan didn't want to say more.

Downstairs, the lion man fell in a pool of blood, looking frightened, his mouth pursed tightly, and he didn't make a sound before he died.

Marianne was secretly surprised when she saw this.

This little boy actually killed all the way to save her, and he was even stronger than those lion soldiers.

She suddenly became interested in Datie Village.

Ivan jumped away from the rooftop, handed her over to someone else, and turned to carry out the assassination mission again.

This is the final assault, and the Assassins will free all the slave cells, assassinating all the guarding lions along the way, and causing complete chaos in Morning Glory Town.

After the chaos, the Assassins took advantage of the chaos to sail and set off from the port, bringing the cat slaves and most of the supplies back to Datie Village.

As for the more slaves, the Great Iron Village can't digest that much now.

It was only after the advent of guns that Allen dared to tear his face and start a national liberation movement to liberate slaves and openly rob the population.

Ivan didn't know what a gun was, so he could only look forward to it silently.

The Hidden Blade is already so magical, the gun should be even more magical, right?