This uncle, you don't know anything. Originally, there was a big patron who had already booked these slaves, so we transported these slaves all the way to the imperial capital, but we didn't expect that after coming to the imperial capital, the big patron disappeared!" said the slave trader with a sad face, "We have spent almost all the gold coins to transport those slaves, and we can't afford to pay the high entrance fee of the slave market, so we tried to try our luck." ”

"Aren't you afraid that we'll arrest you and hand you over to the Imperial Capital City Defenses?" Alfie asked in a sinister voice.

"I think a few of them are very kind-hearted, so they shouldn't do such a vicious thing, right?" said the slave trader, and at the same time his little eyes began to roll around, presumably already preparing to run away.

"Catch him!" Alfie suddenly shouted, and then glanced at the others.

Instead of catching the slave traders, the crowd jumped out as far away as they could, and suddenly the sword qi was running wide in their original positions, leaving several deep ravines on the ground. And in the slave trader's hand appeared an iron blade that was larger than his body.

"You got away?" asked the slave trader in disbelief, not knowing where he had found his flaw. He wanted to kill them with one blow, but he didn't expect that one by one he could run faster than a rabbit, especially Alfie, who he focused on, even exaggerated to hide more than ten meters away.

'Not that well!' ' the slave trader cried out in his heart when he missed the blow, and found himself surrounded by four men invisibly.

"Hmph, but just an eighth-level warrior dares to make a move against us, who gave you such guts?" asked Killian with a sad face. A huge ice sword condensed in his hand, pointing at the slave trader from afar. Even though Killian was an apprentice in magic, he still thought it was handsome.

"It's ridiculous, just because you imps want to keep me?" the slaver asked with a grim expression. He already had a retreat in his heart, the strength of these people didn't seem to be very good, but how could he be a nobody who could see his own depth at a glance? He had been fighting for so many years, and he had seen countless guys who pretended to be pigs and tigers, maybe these four were the same.

"Answer our question!" said Tyrol, pulling out the giant shield again, using it as a weapon, pointing at the slaver. Since he got this giant shield, he has found it very easy to use, and he has temporarily used it as his own weapon.

"Why should I answer you?" the slave trader smiled sly, and rushed towards Sean, who looked the weakest of the four.

The slave trader quickly judged the situation: Killian, who can condense an ice sword with magic, and Tylor, who seems to be an excellent "warrior", are not easy to mess with at first glance; Alfie is constantly flowing with wind magic elements, and he is far enough away from him that he does not dare to rashly attack a magician with enough time to cast spells without clarifying the truth and reality; only the dull-headed Sean looks like a soft persimmon.

Sean, whose legs were trembling, held a light brown potion in his hand, which Alfie had just taken advantage of the chaos to hurriedly stuff into his hand, and when he saw the slave trader rushing towards him with a fierce look, he was so frightened that he didn't even bother to pull the cork, so he threw the potion in his hand as a weapon at the slave trader.

The slave trader didn't take the "non-threatening" potion seriously, and was ready to pull the flask aside with his blade.

After seeing the actions of the slave traders, Alfie on the side sighed sympathetically and yelled at the others: "Get out of the way!"

Killian and the others immediately dispersed as good as a stream, and based on past experience, it was absolutely right to listen to Alfie at this time.

The flask was incredibly fragile, and despite the slave traders' deliberate efforts, the vial was not blocked as the slave trader had expected, but shattered at the touch of it, and a pale brown mist immediately enveloped him.

A sweet and greasy smell rushed into the nostrils of the slave trader, and he suddenly felt bad, according to his experience, the general poisonous gas smelled either sweet or foul, and the stronger the taste, the more toxic it was, this unknown medicinal mist smelled sweet and greasy, it must be some kind of highly toxic substance.

"Hahaha...... You, you...... Ha ha...... Too...... Ha ha...... Despicable...... Ha ha...... Actually, ...... Ha ha...... With poison!" The slave trader, who felt his feet go limp, found himself laughing uncontrollably, unable to finish even a complete sentence.

"Hmm, that's good~ After inhaling so many laughing potions, he was able to keep his mind clear and fully express his meaning!" Alfie waved his hand and used a wind magic to blow away the already thin medicine mist, covered his nose and came to the slave trader who had fallen to the ground, and kicked him at will.

"Hahaha...... Mad...... Ha ha...... Laugh...... Ha ha...... Elixir?" The slave trader had already laughed so much that his muscles were spasming, he had never heard of such a strange potion.

"I really sympathize with you, why did you choose Sean to do it? Did you know that he is a disciple of Master Madison, the pharmacist of the Sanctuary, and the Laughing Potion is one of his proud works. It's a good feeling to laugh uncontrollably, right?" Alfie smiled devilishly, and gave Sean the credit for keeping the slave trader in check.

"Hahaha...... Fast, fast...... Ha ha...... Give me...... Ha ha...... The antidote......" The slave trader pleaded angrily, his whole body convulsed as if all his strength had been drained, and he kept twitching on the ground.

"Want an antidote? Of course. But you have to answer me a few questions first. Alfie said with a smile.

"Hahaha...... I...... Ha ha...... This state ...... Ha...... State...... Hahaha...... How, how...... Ha ha...... "For the first time, the slave trader found that laughing was such a painful thing.

"It's easy!" Elfie beckoned to Killian, "Killian, you can freeze his body with cryophilism, it should ease some of his 'pain'!"

Killian glanced at Alfie with disdain, this guy was so vicious, in that case the slave trader's body would be severely frostbitten.

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and do it! If you don't do it, he will laugh and laugh, we don't have so much time to waste on him, hurry up and finish the question, and hurry to see the celebration!" Alfie couldn't help but urge. The New Year's celebration is about to begin, and their time is already tight.

"You're a true demon!" Killian "complimented" Alfie as he began to perform the Freezing Technique.

"Hee-hee, awards, awards!" Alfie smiled indifferently.

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