No one wants to go against a madman. This is true even for slaves.

Su Hao, who threw down the corpse, showed surprising composure and calmness. He was smiling all the time. A guard, who was known to be bold, stepped forward tremblingly and roared for Su Hao to come out of the room. Su Hao did not refuse, let alone resist, and walked towards the position of the third-class slave area with the graceful steps of an aristocracy.

A strange phenomenon was formed in the corridor that was sandwiched between each other and hollowed. The guards and knights all thought that Su Hao was being guided by the people in front of him, but they didn't know that Lu Dao was actually Su Hao who went to the third-class slave area by himself, and it was he who guided everyone to take the initiative to follow their footsteps.

Su Hao, who came out of the first-class slave area, quickly attracted new attention in the square.

"Hey! Look, it's the little guy who has just been sent into his comfort nest. Tut-tut! This guy obviously didn't know the rules of the road, he must have made some kind of mistake, and he was kicked out. ”

"I like this kid. He was obviously going to be re-educated among us. All right! I feel that my long-dull dick has a new vitality. He's handsome, and his ass must be much cleaner than those dirty fat guys. ”

"****! It was Lao Tzu who first saw this piece of fresh meat. The mongrels who want to fuck him are all lined up for Lao Tzu. This boy is mine tonight, and it will be your turn tomorrow after twelve o'clock at noon. ”

All the guards around Su Hao were like a great enemy. It wasn't until he walked into the iron grate and was locked in the stone chamber with the door number "903" that the knight who followed him felt relieved, felt that he was almost prostration, that cold sweat soaked through his clothes, and that his whole body was uncomfortably sticky.

……

Maca City, the Baron's Palace.

"What did you say, he killed the maid who sent him to serve him, and almost gnawed off his entire head?"

Baron Sorant has changed into a light loungewear. Looking at the knight kneeling in front of him, his face was as earthy as the color of the earth, and the baron's face was full of astonishment, which quickly turned into an uncontrollable anger.

The knight did not come alone to give a report. He was very clever enough to pull in a few guards who were present at the time, and bribed the prison supervisor who was in charge of holding Su Hao. Everyone testified to this description, and the guards and supervisors were even more exaggerated than the knights, and even said that Su Hao was a perverted madman who liked to be **** with corpses...... Of course, these claims are not unfounded, the body of the girl who was killed has been torn to more tatters than before, mixed with a large number of ****. These traces were deliberately made under the arrangement of the knight and the prison director, just to get them away from the guilt and put the problem on Su Hao more cleanly and thoroughly.

Anyway, that guy is just a slave.

"Bastard!"

"Maniac!"

"Barbarian!"

In a fit of rage, the baron grabbed everything he could see and smashed it to the ground. The room was soon filled with a mess of debris. He kept roaring, drawing out the short sword hanging on the wall and slashing back and forth, until the short sword could no longer withstand the damage, and broke through the middle, and then threw it away hatefully.

Baron Sorant began to understand that Meng Qi would rather give away the two xenomorph slaves for himself than take them back. Natives are natives after all, and if you want them to be obedient, you have to spend too much training them. Otherwise, no one wants to buy such disobedient goods.

Thinking of this, Baron Sorant turned his gaze to the knight kneeling on the ground, and asked gloomily, "Is that guy's name Su Hao?" ”

The knight was stunned for three seconds before he was rather sluggish, and nodded hesitantly.

I don't know what the road is for, and the knight's psychology suddenly gave birth to a very bad premonition for no reason.

He didn't understand, why did the baron suddenly ask Su Hao's name at this time?

That guy was just a slave, a slave from the Central Mountains. Yes, he is indeed powerful, with surprising fighting skills, cruel, bloody, cold, and inhuman...... Words like these are really appropriate for Su Hao. Especially after the tragic murder of the maid just now, in the eyes of many guards in the slave camp, Su Hao's danger has skyrocketed, reaching an extremely terrifying height.

As a close confidant of Baron Sorant, the knight was well aware of certain habits of the baron. The baron never took the initiative with regard to slaves, and rarely remembered the name of a person. He prefers to use numbers or codes as a term for his slaves. The Baron once said, "Slaves are slaves, and they need not be treated as human beings." In addition to exchanging money and benefits, the only role of the slave is to make the master get the most vivid satisfaction in various ways. ”

Baron Sorant never mentions the slave's original name. Even his favorite beautiful slave girl only uses code names such as "No. 1 Heart and Liver" and "No. 2 Honey" as titles.

In a frightening atmosphere, the baron continued the question just now: "Barthes, how long have you been with me?" ”

The knight, known as Barth, felt that his body was constantly shaking, and it was difficult to maintain his balance. He tried his best to control his beating heart and replied in a trembling voice, "Ten...... Eleven years, a whole eleven years. ”

"Yes! Eleven years. Even if you have a dog, such a long time is enough for it to understand the owner's mind. ”

Baron Sorant sighed with emotion, and then turned his cold gaze back to Knight Barth, and said lightly: "Say it! What's going on? Stop prevaricating me with all those nonsense excuses. You should know that I'm not the kind of fool who can be fooled by lies. If you think those fake tricks are working for me, then be prepared to bear the sin first, and then come and talk to me. ”

Being able to achieve the position of the lord of a city is enough to prove the shrewdness of Baron Sorant.

After the initial anger, he quickly sensed that there was something wrong with Barthes's words. The linguistic system of the continent of Labanca is the same, and both indigenous and civilizational realms use a common script to communicate. When he caught Su Hao at the gate of the city, Solant saw that Su Hao's eyes were full of pure and clear gaze, not the dazed and cloudy nature of a madman. Since he is not a madman, he is a man with normal logical thinking and even physiology, why would he suddenly kill the woman who arranged to serve him?

It doesn't make sense in any way.

Based on his experience and his own observations, the Baron concluded that Barthes must have lied. At the very least, he was hiding a crucial part of the whole thing. Otherwise, Su Hao would not have suddenly become a madman, let alone eat human flesh raw like a barbarian.

"Boom ————"

Barth bent his knees and fell to the ground. The heavy armor on his body touched the floor, making a crisp metallic sound.

It is not a good thing for a servant to have a shrewd master. The baron's majesty and imposing momentum crushed the last trace of luck in Barthes's heart. The only thing Barthes could do except honestly explain the problem and explain every detail clearly was to keep colliding with the ground with his forehead, crying and pleading in the mixture of blood and tears.

A faint green veil gradually burst out on Baron Sorant's forehead. He frowned, pressing his fingers on his temples.

The problem is not as simple as you think.

True, Barthes was jealous, and thought it was unnecessary to pay so much attention to a slave, and even give him a woman to enjoy. Many free civilians do not have this treatment. They can't even eat, let alone satisfy their physical desires. Then again, the hungry poor ghost may not be able to understand the mutual need between men and women. I can't even fill my stomach, where is the strength to do that kind of thing?

Su Hao's reaction did surprise Baron Sorant. Yes, there is only one sentence in the whole thing Barthes is lying. That is, in terms of the arrangement of the maids, Barthes gave her a rather special order.

Su Hao killed the woman with unusually cruel means.

He tore the poor maid apart alive.

He gnawed at the head of the slain maid like a hungry ghost, as if it were a braised hoof, not a bloody human head.

Thinking of this, Baron Sorant felt his heart pounding, and there was an indescribable panic and anger.

After nearly half a minute of silence, the baron finally raised his head and looked at the knight Balt who was trembling and kneeling in front of him, and Sen's cold and fierce gaze had softened.

"Get up!" There was a long sigh in the baron's words.

This is undoubtedly a sign of attitude and will not be pursued. Barth looked up suddenly, his eyes full of astonishment and gratitude. He didn't bother to wipe the blood and tears from his face, and tried to straighten up with his hands on the ground, but he heard the baron's question again.

"You have already imprisoned Su Hao in the third-class slave area?"

Barthes no longer wanted to repeat the frightening process of the trial. Hurriedly replied as quickly as possible: "I'll go and release him." I'll never ...... again."

"That's not what I meant."

Baron Sorant's idea was clearly not what Barthes had guessed. He waved his hand: "It's my fault for this. I shouldn't have treated a native who had just been captured from the Central Mountains as a first-class slave. They are dirtier, meaner, and more barbaric than they think. It's good to throw him in the third-class area and take him for a while. Tell the people below to give this kid a try, but don't go too far. Especially the face, don't mess with the face. He must be taught how to be a civilized and cultured person, instead of continuing to retain his disgusting barbarism. ”

These words made Barthes completely let go of the boulder hanging high in his heart. He thought quickly for a few seconds, went through all the images of Su Hao killing the maid in his mind, stood up, walked quickly to the baron's side, leaned down, and whispered into the baron's ear.

The baron's furrowed brow softened, and his gaze sparkled with surprise.

"Train him to be a gladiator?"

Solant turned around and asked uncertainly, "Is this okay?" ”

Knight Barth quickly sorted out his thoughts, nodded seriously, and said very seriously: "He has an extraordinary strength, and his killing style is extremely bloody and cruel. With a little training, you can become a good fighter in the gladiatorial arena. At present, the best gladiators on the continent are indigenous slaves. Those guys are dark-skinned savages. Even well-trained prisoners of war are still certain to die against them. The audience is tired of this one-sided duel show. Su Hao is an alternative adopted by the natives. We can make a big deal about his background. With enough gimmicks, the audience is sure to enjoy it very much. ”

"We can also give him a rather noble status. For example, a descendant of a ruined aristocracy was forced to enter the Central Mountains in search of wealth in order to make a living, but was killed by mutants, leaving the baby to be adopted by the natives. His skin and physiognomy are the best proof of this, and even if anyone doubts, they can't refute it. ”

"We don't need him to know too much, we just need him to know what to do. Give him enough to eat, give him women and wine, and the needs of the natives are easily met. He will soon become the most profitable machine in your hands. ”

The knight Barthes's plans are evil and despicable, but Baron Sorant is not disgusted. The greatest role of a slave is to earn money. Barth was right, a yellow-skinned gladiator who would certainly make a splash in the Circle. Since ancient times, it has been customary to treat prisoners of war as slaves in gladiatorial performances. The soldiers captured on the battlefield, though strong, were far inferior to the indigenous slaves who were trained in gladiatorial combat. Those ugly are literally made to fight, and even in the worst of cases, can be one-on-three in the gladiatorial arena. It was this courage and tenacity that made the indigenous slaves the most elite part of the armies of the kingdoms. Although they are under the background, they are invincible and invincible on the battlefield.

In the gladiatorial arena, there has never been a case of a civilized slave defeating an indigenous slave. Su Hao can completely break this record. Think about it! When everyone thinks that the damned black slave natives will win, and frantically presses the bet on that bastard, Lao Tzu sits alone behind the scenes, pocketing everyone's money, how hearty satisfaction and excitement should it be?

Baron Sorant's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The frightened knight Bart was completely relieved and exhaled secretly. Seeing his master's expression at this moment, he was no longer worried, nor was he afraid of anything.

"Do what you think!"

The baron casually pulled open the drawer of the wooden cabinet next to the chair, took out a bulging money bag, threw a beautiful arc in the air, and fell accurately into Barthes's hand, and lightly ordered: "You must make sure that kid is alive." Tell the warden of the prison camp that it's okay to give a lesson once in a while, but not to the bones. Especially his face, which makes a woman's heart beat faster when she sees it, and the moistness between her legs, if she cuts the skin a little bit during camp training, whoever does it, I will turn his whole family into slaves. ”

……

The release of the slave camps has ended. Escorted by heavily armed guards, the slaves and convicts began to return to their rooms. Cell 903 is no exception.

The cell was dimly lit, and darkness enveloped the room even during the day. In the depths of the vast shadows, Su Hao saw five pairs of hungry wolf eyes staring at him fiercely.

The cells, which were separated only by iron bars, were almost transparent. Su Hao could see the slaves in the rooms on either side of the next door who looked like hungry ghosts from hell. All the cells were connected, and the farther away they were, the smaller the figures became. With the help of sunlight shining down from the ceiling of the corridor outside, Su Hao was enough to see the entire cell area clearly.

In the middle is a corridor, with fifty cells on each side of the left and right. There are no brick and stone barriers between the rooms, but rows of grid-like rigid iron grates. At first glance, it is very reminiscent of the layers of wire chicken coops in a chicken farm.

The air was unusually filthy, filled with the smell of sweat and stench. The hot climate forced slaves to choose to be naked, and the camp administrators saved a lot of money on clothing. But the sanitary conditions in the cells are terrible. In order to fit six people into each room, the administrator made full use of the space on the walls, connecting them with iron bars and steel frames with iron grilles to make beds one by one. Some were covered with hay, some were supposed to be slaves' own mattresses, and some simply slept on cold, hard iron frames.

The toilet is located in the innermost corner of the room. Whatever it takes to and pee, it has to be done in front of everyone. Guards regularly brought in water and food through small windows outside the cell, which often caused scuffles and scuffles among slaves. The winner can eat and drink to his heart's content, and the loser is naturally covered in bruises. In order to quench their unbearable thirst, the loser had to stay by the toilet while others urinated, and use the container to catch other people's urine and drink it as if it were drinking water.

Strange moans were constantly coming from the cells on both sides of the hallway. Through the unobstructed iron grille, Su Hao saw that there were slaves in many rooms who were pressed down on the side of the bed. They propped their hands on the edge of the bed, their bodies arched upward, their buttocks being held hard by another person, and the two bodies collided and squeezed each other in strange positions. The person standing in front with his body bent screamed and moaned from time to time, and the guy who remained in a standing position in the back was clearly enjoying it, constantly letting out a gasp of satisfaction.

The slaves in the cells on either side of the corridor were all men, not women.

The other five people in the room kept staring at Su Hao. This guy is very special, not only is he wearing clothes, but he also looks very beautiful, with fine skin and tender flesh, smooth and smooth. This kind of goods is not only liked by aristocratic lords, but also by slaves at the lowest level of society.

There are guards walking back and forth in the hallway all the time. These damn doglegs have been patrolling longer than usual. There is no doubt that this unpleasant change must be due to the new strange boy in cell 903. All the slaves watched as the guards left, making this a real place of pleasure.

Finally, the figure of one of the last guards disappeared at the end of the corridor, and in the distance, the iron door was slammed shut, and the metal locked by the chain collided. The body arched upward, the buttocks were hugged by another person, and the two bodies collided and squeezed each other in strange postures. The person standing in front with his body bent screamed and moaned from time to time, and the guy who remained in a standing position in the back was clearly enjoying it, constantly letting out a gasp of satisfaction.

The slaves in the cells on either side of the corridor were all men, not women.

The other five people in the room kept staring at Su Hao. This guy is very special, not only is he wearing clothes, but he also looks very beautiful, with fine skin and tender flesh, smooth and smooth. This kind of goods is not only liked by aristocratic lords, but also by slaves at the lowest level of society.

There are guards walking back and forth in the hallway all the time. These damn doglegs have been patrolling longer than usual. There is no doubt that this unpleasant change must be due to the new strange boy in cell 903. All the slaves watched as the guards left, making this a real place of pleasure.

Finally, the figure of one of the last guards disappeared at the end of the corridor, and in the distance, the iron door was slammed shut, and the metal locked by the chain collided.