The war bear is attacking, and the black-clad watchmen of the cliff are united and friendly like brothers.

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"Target - Spartan slave, 10 stars proficient in weapons, 9 stars proficient in foot combat, and 8 stars in general potential."

The human slave in the horizon, about 1.8 meters tall, stands in the middle of the short, green-skinned goblins, standing as conspicuous as a flock of chickens.

He was covered in **, and his back was covered with the marks of long-term abuse and whipping.

As a slave, he was imprisoned, with a thick beard on his chin and his hands bound together with ropes.

He raised his head and made eye contact with his new master, Aaron, and suddenly flickered in his eyes that seemed to be full of ice and showed no emotion. But in the blink of an eye, the eyes regained a strong cloudiness.

It can be seen that as a slave, he has been used to it for a long time, so long that he has no care about his fate.

In addition to the cold and dead silence of his eyes, like a desert, there is always a cold aura around this slave.

can make the Spartan heavy helmet smell a trace of danger from afar.

"Despicable slaves, savage gentles, kneel at the feet of the king of Sparta, or the next moment I will make a cut in your knee!"

The warning of the Spartan Heavy Helmet was no joke, and a slave who dared to look directly at the Spartan king made him feel extremely dissatisfied.

Seeing the blade of the Spartan heavy helmet, the architect Uria couldn't help but take two steps back. But at this time, Aaron still raised his hand to stop such a move.

"Lift your head up!"

These words, Aaron did not use Greek. Instead, they use syllables that are common in this world.

The Spartan helmet lifted his jaw hard, filling the slave's dark eyes with rage.

Looking at each other closely, his eyes were very arrogant, and there seemed to be no focus in his golden pupils. From the other party's messy, flaxen-colored hair, as well as the three bear paw marks neatly arranged in a zigzag on the wrist, Aaron suddenly thought of a person. A middle-aged man who until now is still locked up in a Spartan dungeon.

Aaron glanced at the other party, recalled some information in his head, and with the attitude of giving it a try, the muscles in his cheeks sagged slightly, "...... Claiston's departed heroes are like the frozen war bears in the sky. The war bear is attacking, and the black-clad watchmen of the cliff are united and friendly like brothers...... Warriors, please say your name. ”

Hearing this, the slave in front of him was shaken by this sudden scene. As if suddenly awakened in a dream, he stared at Aaron.

A bloodless face, pale from the spasms of his heart, it was evident that his heart had stopped for a moment just now.

"Kurush!"

When the name is spoken, it is difficult to describe his face.

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly, and in an instant, his face went through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through wind, frost and rain.

Kurushh stood there motionless, looking at Aaron with his eyes agape, and added, "Ivan Kurushe Williams!" ”

……

Aaron nodded slightly, he looked around, and announced in a loud voice, "From now on, dismiss this man's slavery." Now take him down to the bath and dinner, and change into a clean dress. ”

The Spartan Heavy Helmet cut the rope directly from Kurush's hand. Aaron's order only relieved him of his status as a slave, but did not give Kurushh a more noble status.

So, from this second on, there will be two Spartan heavy helmets guarding him step by step. This was also tacitly approved by Aaron.

Looking back at these goblin slaves, Aaron remembered the term 'goblin'.

In fact, these goblins, also known as goblins, are humanoid creatures that inhabit caves.

They have rough potato-like skin, sharp teeth, and hair all over their bodies. The surname is timid, but he knows how to use language. It is characterized by ingenuity, good at digging and handmade.

Goblins are adept at defending with bows and arrows, and according to Debhu, the Berserker tribe paid a great price for capturing these goblins.

But Aaron's heart is like a mirror, and he uses these skinny creatures as slaves, but he is shoddy.

Kurush, including the Berserker tribe, is nothing more than a slave who is difficult to discipline or worthless.

"Go, take these slaves and start the process of quarrying stones."

The architect Uria immediately took twenty or thirty Spartans and sent these goblin slaves to the stone collection site west of Sparta.

……

It seems to have been touched by something, or perhaps it was influenced by Kurush.

After solving some of the affairs at hand, Aaron's face suddenly became dull. Although he still walked forward with a casual step, he could tell by looking at his face that he was thinking about something that puzzled him.

Memory, no matter who it is, is crucial. Lost memories are as suffocating as the air being emptied.

Although Aaron often comforts himself, "I'm happy to accept whatever happens in my life, good or bad." ”

After all, the name 'Augustus Aaron Reinhardt' and the original memories that belong to this body. Aaron didn't care.

Travel back in time, those memories that belong to him. Aaron can be traced back to the age of 6, with some blurry scenes, and some fragmentary images, which are fragmented and cannot be connected, so a lot of information is lost.

Losing the most important part of it is like a magic barrier.

Aaron couldn't remember his real name, as if it was a blank chasm that he couldn't cross even if he racked his brains.

"Since you can't think about it, just stop thinking about it." Shake your head and break free from the shackles of this thought.

"Just imagine, if there are no strange opportunities to happen, how can you have a wonderful life."

Sometimes, a name is just a code name. At the very least, Aaron knew that he had his truest self.

More than half a year ago, Aaron woke up on this dying body, and then fell into a coma.

When he awoke, he found himself in the realm of travel, owning and controlling a magical village, Sparta.

He couldn't explain all this, and he just accepted it silently.

Aaron's release of Kurush's slavery status was not the work of his body's original memories. Rather, Aaron made a more distant investment, which was related to another continent connected to this wild continent.

'Augustus Aaron Reinhardt', the name has a noble origin. When Aaron crossed, there was even a guardian from another continent who was very similar to 'Kurush'.