Lucas tied up the two captives, ran to Faust, and reported: "Report to Your Excellency, the battle is over! ”

Faust nodded to the two guards and did not respond much. He walked briskly past Lucas, reached out to hold Reinhardt's arm, and laughed loudly, "Reinhardt, this time is really thanks to you. If it weren't for you, we'd probably have to eat the arrows of these natives!"

"Even without me, you won't be in trouble. Reinhardt looked at the dirt at Faust's feet, which seemed to be turning around, and said meaningfully.

After spending some time with each other, he realizes that Faust is not the kind of good man he thinks he is to be in a sense of justice, and on the contrary, Faust's behavior is almost completely contrary to his morals—the strict distinction between classes and the harsh attitude towards the lower classes make him uncomfortable.

Faust was generous and enthusiastic towards Reinhardt, but this attitude did not extend to everyone – he seemed to have a different face to everyone.

He didn't know much about Faust, but he could vaguely sense that it wasn't a good deed. Therefore, although he still kept his promise and served as Faust's personal bodyguard, his attitude was not as respectful as before.

Reinhardt's defenses grew stronger day by day, but Faust could still barely feel his emotions. He cursed Reinhardt in his heart for being an immature wolf cub and a moody neurotic, as he patted him on the shoulder, "Dear Reinhardt, you saved everyone anyway, please accept my thanks." "That being said, there is no thank-you gift.

Reinhardt did not refuse, he said no more, and acquiesced in the matter.

Faust saw that Reinhardt had returned to his sullen state, and he no longer accosted him—if Faust could not see the atmosphere clearly, and chattered at Reinhardt, and the other party did not respond in a word, then the atmosphere would be awkward.

Faust naturally turned around and faced the two native captives. The warm climate in the jungle meant that they didn't have much clothing, and the native, who had been wounded by the Lucas brothers, wore only a pair of shorts on his shoulders.

His face was angular, his muscles were knotted, and his hair was skewed with a shawl, giving him a savage masculine look.

"Get down on your knees!" Lucas stood behind the indigenous man and forced him to kneel to the ground, but the man did not move, forcing Lucas to kick him in the knee socket before he knelt down.

Faust watched coldly, and he saw that Reinhardt's eyes seemed to have a hint of approval, and even Lucas admired this iron-clad man.

Before Faust could ask, he opened his mouth and shouted in the accented lingua franca, "I don't say a word!

It seems that he is not stupid, and seeing that Faust and others intend to capture him alive, he must be asking for some information.

They had clashed with the immigrants led by the old mayor, and since then they have a deep hatred for outsiders, and they have a preconceived idea that the other party is trying to hurt them, and the dead companion is even more convinced of this imagination.

But he was also crooked, and Faust was indeed a bad idea for their chieftain.

Faust pouted, although this native, although he was hard-minded, he was actually weak and vulnerable, and Faust didn't even need to torture him, just through verbal guidance, he could spy on the location of their tribe. In front of a serious psychic mancer, no tough guy can hide the secrets of his heart.

However, Faust is not in a hurry to dig up the information at his fingertips, he has another captive to tease.

This captive was the same waste that Reinhardt had taken down in a single move. In fact, his ability should still be above that tough guy, but his personality is a little cowardly.

He was dressed like a tough guy, but with a little more ornamentation, metal ornaments on his wrists and ankles, an earring hanging from one ear, and the same long hair much neater than his companions, tied in a ponytail with a metal ring.

This hunter is also much more handsome than his companions, with deep eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, all of which are the type that women like, and the corners of his mouth are naturally a little upturned, revealing an expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and with his ochre-red skin, there is a mysterious exotic charm. His muscles aren't as explosive as those of his companions, but his leopard-like lines are just as beautiful. If such a man appears in a big city, I am afraid that he will charm a lot of old girls.

But now he doesn't look so glamorous. Our handsome hunter fell to his knees, his face sobbing and repeating, "Merciful, master!"

"Oh, what do you call me?" said Faust, a man of personality who was exactly the type he liked—cowardly, clever, and good-looking.

Don't get me wrong, Faust himself doesn't have a special penchant for the same sex, but he believes that in a prosperous and wealthy city, this pretty face will definitely sell for a good price.

"Master, you are my master!" he said, with his hands tied behind his back, and could only squirm in the direction of Faust with his knees, and pressed his forehead against Faust's toes, "your mercy is like the moonlight in the woods, let it shine on me." ”

Although his accent is strange and stiff, his lingua franca seems to be good, and this deficiency can be compensated for by short-term contacts. Faust silently commented in his mind that the market of this natives may not be as vast as Albon, but its value will not be lower than that of him.

"Good boy......" Faust bent down and touched the top of the native's head, "what's your name?"

"My name is Lei Gulun, master. The handsome hunter replied obediently.

"Then, Lei Gulun, from now on, you are my slave. Faust's fingers pressed lightly on the back of Regulen's neck. "Squeak", with the sound of a soldering iron scalding meat, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose.

Lei Gulun lay quietly on the ground, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain. Faust raised his hand, his fingers also emitting green smoke. This is a bit of an application of "flame rays", and some people can only use this ability to kill people and set fires, and Faust ...... He looked at the pitch-black "spade" symbol on the back of Lei Gulun's neck, and was quite satisfied with his technique.

That tough guy has ignored Lei Gulun since he took the initiative to surrender, and he didn't exist anymore, and now when he saw his servile appearance, he was even more angry and scolded.

In his rage, he spoke all the vernacular, and everyone except the mayor and Faust looked confused. Lei Gulun, who was scolded, was still a little ashamed on his face at first, but as he scolded more and more ugly, this shame disappeared, leaving only anger.

Faust saw through his thoughts, and he first asked gently, "Are you angry, Thunder Gullen?" and before Thunder Gulon could reply, his voice became as cold as the wind, "Then kill him, kill this barbarian who dares to attack me." ”

As soon as Faust's hand slashed at Regulen's body, the rope suddenly loosened from Regulen's body—this time the "Touch of Dissolution"—and he glanced at Lucas, who knowingly handed him a dagger.

Lei Gulun took the dagger with trembling hands, and walked towards the kneeling man step by step, "Don't blame me, I can't help myself." He closed his eyes and said a prayer, "May your spirit return to the Great Jungle." The dagger stabbed hard into the man's heart.

The man's eyes widened and he looked at Lei Gulun fiercely, as if he wanted to remember the ugly face of this traitor forever, and he spat out, "Traitor." At the end of his life, he stopped spewing foul language, as if the word was the ultimate insult.

"Stop!"

A short knife flew out of the forest and knocked down the dagger in Lei Gulun's hand with precision.

A figure slowly stood up from the grass, "Outsider, let go of Big Brother Batura!"