"This gentleman...... I'd like to discuss something with you, how about it?"

Rogham Bruce is a poor ...... Or a striking fat man, but his waist that no ordinary adult can wrap around does not prevent him from having a slender and perceptive sharp heart.

So when he saw the half-elf who had appeared as a commodity in the booth, his hands imprisoned by shackles made of iron and chestnut wood, and he appeared in front of him with a smile on his face. The fat man, who was far from the impression he had made on the outside, had realized that something he had not expected had taken place in this small town born of the slave trade.

If he had noticed that behind him, the fox girl who was surrounded and watched by his guards had changed from a lost appearance to a glowing in her eyes, as if she was expecting something, he would definitely be more cautious.

Unfortunately, Rogham, despite his delicate mind, failed to connect the half-elf in front of him, like his guards, with the orc girl who had become his possession behind him.

After all, apart from the identity of a slave, there is really no deep connection between the fox girl and the young half-elf.

Who would have thought that a slave who was supposed to be unable to protect himself would choose to lend a helping hand to his former alien "companion" at this time? In fact, Rogham and his escort's first reaction when they saw André was - how did this guy get rid of his master's restraint and appear in front of him alone? Could it be that the chaos in the town had caused the little-known "Mr. Eleven" to take care of himself and even lose his slaves!?

Or rather, something has already happened here that they don't know about, but it's a big deal and the consequences are very serious. So much so that people didn't care about this guy who was acting alone, otherwise how could this half-elf slave with shackles in his hands safely pass through the crowd around him and appear in front of him?

If the son of the abyss knew what the fat man with the big back combed in front of him was thinking, then he would definitely sigh that this guy was extremely sharp or suspicious, if it weren't for the solemn request of **** Na and the unusual behavior of the auction organizer in an unusually hurry, as if he was running away from something, Andre would not be sure that this town on the edge of the human city-state would actually be attacked by the orc army!

"How dare a lowly slave speak to our family in such a tone!?" The strange atmosphere made Rogham think in his heart, he hesitated and did not speak, and the black thin dogleg with a mouthful of jagged teeth beside him would not let his own adult lose his momentum, the guy stood up very actively, pointed at the son of the abyss and accused loudly with a disdainful face.

Andre sighed slightly, no matter where there is this kind of brain groove that speaks smoothly, but the brain spurts out directly from the mouth, and there is a guy who doesn't know how to read the atmosphere at all. But it's because of such guys that those who don't speak can get more information from the changes they cause.

"Since you know I'm talking to your lords, can you just interject as a kind of transgression?" Although his hands were still tied, this did not prevent Andre from smirking with a smug expression with a mocking effect, "Rude subordinate. ”

"It's enough to deal with a lowly slave, and a rude subordinate like me, is it necessary for a noble lord to intervene in person?" Obviously, the thin, dark-skinned and dirty-looking henchman next to Rogham was not as brainless as the Son of the Abyss had imagined, at least this guy was still very strong in arguing.

It's just that as a subordinate, most of his thoughts are spent on how to please his "adult". As for the strange scene at the moment, and the situation of the half-elf slave in front of him, who was blocking his way, Lord Rogham naturally had his own thoughts.

"If you want to discuss things with us, go and ask your master to come forward in person. Seeing Andre still smiling calmly, with a completely unmoved expression, the black skinny monkey-like guy reminded him again, but he, like most of the people around him, only regarded the Son of the Abyss as an ordinary slave who had just been sold in the auction house.

"Thank you for the reminder, though...... I myself am perfectly capable of making decisions about my own actions. André still smirked wickedly, "Or do you still stubbornly think I'm not qualified to talk to your adult?"

The thin black man snorted heavily, and then replied coldly, "No matter what you say, you are just a lowly slave!"

"Is that so?" asked the Son of the Abyss with a seemingly blank expression, although his acting skills were a little exaggerated, he was really regarded as an unconscious, fool-like half-elf boy who was completely ignorant of the world by the humans who were staring at him around him. It was precisely because of this that when he deliberately opened his mouth with a cold face and an arrogant and contemptuous expression, even Rogham, who had been carefully observing the conversation between the two but did not know the point, couldn't help frowning-

"I think so. Although a person's identity and status are determined by the perceptions and attitudes of the people around him, they are also inherently influenced by himself, such as the person's speech, behavior, appearance, and ...... Strength!"

At this moment, Rogham's oily face, his small eyes and pale golden eyebrows were almost completely squeezed together, because he realized that he had encountered a situation that ordinary people could not believe and understand. The guards around him widened their eyes in disbelief.

The sound of iron and wood twisting and cracking reached each of their ears clearly, and in front of them, a half-elf boy who looked a little thin in stature broke free from the bondage imposed on him by the slave trader with the strength of his hands, and the shackles of pig iron and chestnut wood were like paper paste in his hands!

Until the broken pieces of wood and metal scattered to the ground, making dull and crisp sounds, respectively, the surrounding humans who noticed the Children of the Abyss failed to recover from the shock. Only the orc girl under the watchful eye of the guards was clenching the corners of her clothes excitedly at the moment, as if she had anticipated, or had been looking forward to this moment for a long time—perhaps, as Naneri said, this young man, who was not very tall and strong, but who always surprised others, could only be commensurate with this identity that the gods made incomprehensible to mortals.

The first thing that came back from surprise was a man who was calm and sharp, dressed in a low-key but striking way.

"Your Excellency, please be careful!"

The speaker held the round shield hanging behind his back in his left hand, and drew the short sword at his waist with his right hand. The human warrior standing in front of André was dressed in inconspicuous but well-maintained leather armor, and his and resolute face was a nervous look like a great enemy. There were many small deep and shallow scars on the back of his hands, neck, and face, and at a short glance, André could conclude that he could identify no less than seven scars, and whether there were even more shocking marks on his body and limbs that were hidden by leather armor and clothing, perhaps only he knew.

This is a seasoned fighter with a lot of experience in fighting, and Andre had noticed him before he stopped the group, simply because he looked like the most threatening of the group.

With strength, physique, and speed close to or even more than twice that of mortals, three or five unarmed ordinary adults could hardly be a real threat to Andre. If you add the explosive power of Dragon Strike and the recovery ability of Dragon Breath and Life Spells, even if you double the number of enemies, it will still be a problem. But just as fighting is completely different from competition, fighting and killing each other are two different concepts. What's more, although Andre is an "authority" on dragon strike and dragon breath, his actual combat experience lags behind most of Andrarui's elite warriors. Fighting is different from wrestling wrists, and fighting to the death is also different from the ring, and it is precisely because he understands his strengths and weaknesses that Andre will be cautious before making a move.

With eight armed warriors on the other side, even if Andre was able to rely on the power of dragon strikes to kill him with a single blow, it was also likely that he would be thrust to the forefront of a town that was bound to become increasingly chaotic, a figure that most humans feared - a dangerous, powerful, and very conspicuous former slave.

Taking the other person's life with extraordinary strength is a very unconscionable, and enough to call it a self-inflicted trouble, and the best situation is probably to use the power to deter everyone, and then force the other party to hand over the fox girl behind them without harming people's lives.

Just when everyone was still holding their breath, Andre unexpectedly launched a surprise attack, in this rush to break the confrontation, he used nearly seventy percent of the explosive power - "Dun!" A muffled sound, the man covered in scars has been thrown to the ground by an irresistible force in an instant, perhaps this is due to the fact that the speed of the other party beyond mortal cognition makes him unable to react between being caught off guard, in short, even if he resists with all his strength, it will only make him suffer more serious damage under the hedge of power.

The slightly quicker human warrior next to him had already pounced to relieve his companions, but was quickly caught up by the children of the abyss and threw at the rest of the others who wanted to rush up.

Poor fellow, the reaction faster than the others made him almost accidentally injured by his companion's weapon, the ordinary human weapons were not sharp enough to be able to break through the defense of the leather armor unintentionally by the person holding them, almost rolled into a mess and several people adjusted their center of gravity and formation in embarrassment, and then the guy who was thrown out found that the right hand he had just been captured was in unbearable pain.

The first wave of the escort's offensive was halted before it even began, and they cautiously searched for a better opportunity, only to be interrupted by the people they served.

"That's enough! you all stand down!" Rogham shouted at his guard, the captain of the guard he relied on most in force, the middle-aged man who had been assaulted by the Children of the Abyss head-on and was covered in scars as Andre watched, picking up his shield like a loser.

On top of the seemingly ordinary shield, there was a very striking fist indentation that was almost clearly visible on the fingers. It was incredible, but everyone present understood how the fist mark had been made—because there had been nothing like it on that shield just a moment ago.

The smart man now realizes what happened in this brief encounter, and if the other party wants to, a breath is enough to kill two of his fighters.

No one can confidently think that their head or any other part will be harder than a round shield made of fine iron...... But the opponent's fist can do this!

Fist fighting for warriors mostly means street fighting, a scene they were familiar with in their youth, and even recently, and even recently, but the enemy in front of them, who is not much different from a normal teenager, is able to carry out a frightening, deadly attack in the same way as a street fight.

Maybe even if Rogham hadn't stopped them, the guy who really understood what was going on wouldn't have the courage to fight the humanoid monster in front of him anymore.

"So...... What do you want to discuss?, Mr. Half-Elf, who is incomprehensible?" Seeing that his guards were maintaining a safe distance of several positions from the Children of the Abyss in a semi-circle formation, Rogham, who had beads of sweat on his forehead, took the initiative to speak.

"Actually, it's what I want. The smile on Andrei's face is completely visceral, and the other party knows how to observe the form as he thinks, which can go a long way in reducing unnecessary conflicts and the risks that may accompany them.

After only frowning and thinking for half a breath, Rogham realized the most likely reason why the other party had found him.

"You mean her?" the fat man with a big back turned to look at the fox girl behind him, who was held hostage by two guards.

"It's a pleasure to talk to smart people. The smile of the children of the abyss grew wider.

Facing the evil star who had been hiding his smile in front of him, Rogham suddenly felt that the wrong way of spending sometimes brought him unexpected trouble, and the guards in front of him did not give him more security, even though he once felt that his captain of the guard was not inferior to the knights who were praised by everyone.

"Then she belongs to you now. Without thinking about it for long, Rogham waved his hand to signal his guards to get out of the way, and his face inevitably looked a little depressed.

Logia trotted to the Children of the Abyss with her head down, and then followed André forward in a hurry. The Children of the Abyss only left a mixed back in front of the guards, which belonged only to the young half-elves.

"That's right, smart sir. From the unreliable information I've received, it seems that the orcs are attacking the town. The back of the drifting away suddenly turned his head and said loudly with a smile.