Chapter 42: Agul de Bata

In the evening, the Green Tower Manor gradually disappeared into the night, quiet and peaceful. Templar |

In the restaurant on the first floor of the small building, the lights are bright. The candle flame on the silver candlestick on the table flickered gently. The glass lamps on the walls and roof shine brightly. Three 20-meter-long tables are placed side by side, and the light-colored tablecloths are filled with a variety of food.

After a hard day, people sat on long benches on either side of the table, and cooks and maids walked through the crowd with plates and smiles.

The men stuffed bread and smoked fish into their mouths as they talked loudly, bursting into laughter from time to time. The women whispered, occasionally glaring at the man who got carried away after a little drinking, and the crisp laughter when secretly teasing the man was like a swaying wind chime forest.

Lively and joyful, always with an irresistible contagion.

Although it was still a little strange to this place, all the slaves, including the elves, were not as frightened and reserved as they had been a few prayer hours ago.

The serene and beautiful manor, the kind and gracious people, and the unanimous praise of the owner of the manor by the servants and slaves they had come into contact with, were enough to convince them that they had made great fortune in the hands of a good master.

Whether elves or humans, everyone is grateful for it. While enjoying this hard-won wonderful time and hearty food, everyone talked and inquired in low voices, trying to know more about the manor and its owner.

However, not everyone is reassured by the qiē in front of them.

For these people, this abnormal treatment only deepens their fears and doubts. In particular, those who seem a little uneasy may be Aguli and Debata.

Agul was taller, with brown skin, a shaved head, and a long scar on his face that made him look vicious. Debata is slightly shorter than Aguli, but more muscular. His messy black hair and dark skin made him look more like a savage.

They were all knights of Karenich's servants. Agul, who has been with Karenich for the longest time, has been serving as Karenich's shield-bearer for more than sixteen years. And Debata has been Karenic's sword-wielding servant for more than thirteen years.

Because both of them were orphans brought back from the village where Karenic was slaughtered by the Fireans on the Dragon Gate front, they were loyal to Karenic because of his life-saving grace.

Two years ago, Karenic was wounded in battle and lost his fighting spirit and became an ordinary person. At that time, there were many options for Aguli and Debata.

Although they were Karenich's servants, they were not Karenich's servants. Therefore, it was completely possible to break away from Karenich and remain in the Order.

Among the knights of the Ninth Legion, Agul and Debata are second to none in terms of strength and prestige. Even though they had never held any positions and were only non-commissioned officers, even several of the Order's Brigade Commanders were respectful to them.

At the time, many people, including the Commander of the Ninth Legion and the newly appointed Knight Commander, believed that they would stay. In addition to the fact that Karenich can no longer give them any bright future, more importantly, the army is not something that anyone can leave casually.

However, on the day of Karenic's departure from the Legion, Agul and Debata made a decision that stunned everyone. They abandoned their fighting spirit, and in this way broke away from the Ninth Army of the Frontier Army and followed Karenich.

This matter, which was somewhat embarrassing for the Legion Commander and the newly succeeded Knight Leader, was silenced and few people knew about it. But within the Legion, it's a legend that people talk about. ...,

Whether it is a knight or an ordinary soldier, when talking about Aguli's Debata, they will always marvel at the fierceness of the two and sincerely admire their loyalty.

For two years, Aguli and Debata have been by Karenic's side. Never give up. Even if they were reduced to slavery, they never thought of leaving.

Seeing that dinner time was almost over, Agul and Debata became more and more anxious. (《》||) Several prayer hours had passed since Karenich had been called away by the man named Ivan, and nothing had been heard from him. All sorts of ominous speculations appeared in their minds, and they were about to be tormented to madness.

"Do you want to add a little more vegetables?" Sister Xiaolan, who wore an apron, stood in front of Aguli, with one hand on her waist and the other holding the plate: "Mashed potatoes?"

"Thank you. No need. Aguli pushed away the plate that had barely been touched, and said to Sister Xiaolan, "Excuse me, where did the person who came with us go?"

"Who?" said Sister Xiaolan's face was confused.

"Tall, blue-eyed, in his forties, the one called Karenich. Aguli said patiently.

Sister Xiaolan has always been inattentive to this kind of thing. Besides, she had been helping out in the kitchen before, and even Karenich didn't know who she was. Therefore, he shook his head and said, "Is there such a person I'm sorry, I don't know." ”

"You called him away," Debatajo, who was already in a hurry, stood up and said angrily, "What are you pretending to be confused now!"

Sister Lan was startled by Debata's sudden roar, and quickly took two steps back. The noisy restaurant also fell silent all of a sudden. Many people stood up and looked at this side in amazement, wondering what was really happening.

"What are you fierce?" Sister Xiaolan came back to her senses, and her face turned red with anger: "Neurotic!"

Hearing the voice, Jesse, one of the three masters, quickly squeezed into the crowd, and Malt and Hans and others also put down their knives and forks, got up and ran over.

"What's going on?" As soon as he walked over, Jesse stood in front of Sister Xiaolan, staring coldly at Debata, and holding the hilt of the sword in one hand.

For these slaves who had just come to the manor, he didn't have the kindness of Young Master Roy. If someone thinks they can make an inch of progress here, he doesn't mind letting them understand the rules of being a human being. This is Green Tower Manor. Don't talk about a slave, it's a dragon, and don't want to go wild here!

"You know what is going on!" Debata lost his temper, so he didn't care what his identity was: "Hand over Lord Karenich!"

As soon as he heard Debata's words, the surrounding crowd suddenly erupted into a commotion. Many people were indignant and spoke out one after another.

"Hey, black boy, how do you talk?"

"It's too much!"

"I don't know what to do!"

It was surrounded by slaves who had come here with Debata and the others.

Among them, many have gone through several estates, been monopolized countless times, and have been enslaved and tortured by different people. Therefore, they knew better than anyone else who they were and how they were treated elsewhere, and they were all grateful to the good-hearted Young Master Roy.

But they didn't expect that there would be such an ungrateful white-eyed wolf among them. How dare you yell at your master like this. If it had been elsewhere, they would have been whipped to death. This kind of ungrateful guy is not wronged to hang up the gallows!

The crowd gossiped and blamed Debata and Aguli. However, not everyone is right. There was also a small group of people who looked at Jesse and Malt who walked into the crowd with suspicious and uneasy eyes.

After all, this is a strange place for these people.

Although it felt like they had arrived in heaven, it was this gap beyond their imagination that made them suspicious. Having seen the sinister human heart and experienced too many hardships, they instinctively remain vigilant against any abnormal circumstances. ...,

They don't believe in any good luck, and they don't believe in any good people in this world, and in their opinion, slave owners in the world are all the same. They don't do anything to lose money. On the surface, he is good to everyone, but maybe he has some evil thoughts in his heart.

They want it to be as good as what they see, but before that, they need to know if this qiē is real. The latest chapter of the Templar |

And now, there is a man who has disappeared.

They all knew about the middle-aged man named Karenich. He and the two men in front of him were bought by Roy for a thousand gold lulangs that far exceeded the price of ordinary slaves. In a sense, this is clearly more perverse.

Now the question is, where did Karenich, who had disappeared for several prayers and had not even come to dinner, go?

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"Miki, what do you think?" asked in a low voice as a beautiful mature female elf watched in the corner.

The elves set their sights on Miki.

They come from several different elven villages, and most of them are young people. In addition to having a relatively healthier and more energetic physique, which is easy to survive, it is also because slavers usually kill older elves who are untamable and easy to hide.

The only exception is the elf named Philomena next to Miki. She is a medicine woman in Miki's village. Beautiful and mature, graceful, but does not know any martial arts, but has become the boutique of this group of elf slaves.

If it is auctioned alone, she alone will have to pay 10,000 gold Lulang.

Elven healers have a high status among the elves and are highly respected, so before Miki found them, all the elves were dominated by Philomena.

And now, Philomena has handed over the leadership to Miki. After all, Miki was the only temple guard here who had completed the transformation of butterflies and saved everyone, and in every way, Philomena thought it was more appropriate.

Miki's age is not a problem, nor is her ability, the only thing that makes Philomena hesitate a little is perhaps the relationship between Miki and humans.

After a long period of captivity and torture, Philomena had an instinctive resistance and hostility towards humans. She couldn't tell if the dark-haired boy had bought his men out of kindness or if he had other intentions.

Especially beside this person, there is also a tame elf maid, which makes people have to doubt the true face behind him and be vigilant.

Although it seemed to Philomena that looking at a teenager with a suspicious gaze made her blush, it also went against the tradition of elven kindness. However, she was familiar with the cunning and "treacherous" deceit of the slave traders, but she had to be careful.

Before dinner, she had already listened to Miki tell about what happened in the slave market, and also learned about what happened to Miki in the past two years and how she met Roy.

The more she listened, the more shocked and curious she became about Roy. Whether it was his status as a magician or the wisdom and ruthlessness he showed in the face of hundreds of vicious bandits, Philomena felt incredible from the bottom of her heart.

At the same time, she became more and more vigilant.

She couldn't even discern whether being bought by such a teenager meant happiness or disaster for herself and all the elves.

And that's exactly what she's desperate to figure out at the moment!

"It must have been a misunderstanding," Miki said softly, "and while I don't know what Roy told that man to do, I'm sure he wouldn't have done anything cruel." Unless......."

At this point, Miki paused. She suddenly remembered the rows of fallen thieves in the car formation and the indifferent eyes of the black-haired young man in the car formation, and her heart trembled. ...,

"Unless what?" asked Philomena.

Miki was silent for a moment, and said slowly, "Unless it's his enemy...."

There are some words that Miki has not spoken. She didn't tell them about the massacre she had ever seen, or the dark-haired boy who bought them was the most ruthless and ruthless she had ever seen with his enemies.

Because, she doesn't want to be Roy's enemy.

Not at all.

Miki's answer made the elves present breathe a sigh of relief.

Among them, the longest time of human captivity has been almost two years, and the shortest time is four or five months. The more they experienced, and the longer they were locked in a cage, the more they understood the preciousness of their free time in this moment.

No one wants this qiē to be fake, and no one wants to imagine the future in the darkest way. Their villages have been destroyed, and they are in the heart of the human race, and in the midst of war, it is impossible for them to survive on their own.

And the human boy, who had already won the gratitude and trust of most of them with his sincerity, wanted this to be the beginning of a new life rather than conspiracy theories.

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"Sir, hand it over?"

Hearing Debata's words, Jesse was. Growing so big and seeing thousands of slaves, this was the first time he had seen such an arrogant guy.

"I don't care who you are," the smile on Jesse's face flashed, and he stepped forward with a cold face, and Debata nose against his nose, looking him directly into the eyes and said, "But I have to tell you, there is no bullshit in this manor." You're going wild, you're in the wrong place!"

"Mr. Debata. ”

At this time, Malt walked out of the separated crowd. She wore a green cotton dress with white trim, her hair tied up with a white ribbon, and she had no other ornaments on her body, but she was far more "charming" than the most flamboyant woman at the ball.

As soon as he saw Mai'er come out, the people around him fell silent.

The angry maids, the original slaves of the manor, and the Borabel people, naturally gathered around Malt, glaring angrily at Agul and Debata.

"If I'm not mistaken," said Malt coldly, as she walked up to Debata, "you were bought by Roy from the slave market with money. Including your life, it belongs to Roy, and you should know this very well......"

Aguli was silent, and Debata snorted.

It is precisely because they have never considered themselves slaves that they have just spoken so politely. However, Malt'er's words reminded them of the reality in which they lived.

"We don't have anything to do with you two," continued Malt, "and besides, even if we do something, we still need to be secretive. If you really want to use strong words, not to mention Mr. Ivan, even Mr. Jesse, it's enough to clean up the two of you, right?"

"He?" Debata glared at Jesse and said angrily, "A bullshit brave knight, before Lao Tzu, he could beat ten ......... with one hand"

Debata's words caused an uproar among the crowd. Beating ten brave knights with one hand, this guy is too good at bragging, right?!

"That's enough...... Agul pulled Debata to stop his grumpy companion from continuing. He said to Malt, "Miss Malt, we now want to know where Lord Karenich is. ”

He said, gritting his teeth, "If the adults are okay, we are willing to apologize for our offense and accept any punishment." ”

"And what if you're an adult?" asked Jesse in a cold voice. ...,

"Then ......." Aguli Huo Ran turned his head to look at Jesse, his eyes were fierce, his face was hideous, and he said word by word: "I will fight with you!"

"Can you beat me?" Jesse's eyes flashed.

"If you can't beat it, you have to fight it! It's just a big deal," Aguli said coldly, "When the time comes, do you think we will still be alive?"

The crowd around suddenly fell silent. The slaves who reprimanded Agul and Debata just now all looked at each other in horror. It's better to die than to live. Even these tortured slaves never thought of dying.

But these two guys don't care about their lives at all.

No wonder they don't have the slightest sense of being slaves. This kind of outlaw who is not afraid of death, this kind of fierce man who does not take his life seriously, will never be enslaved.

Jesse was silent, and there was no longer any contempt or hostility in his eyes. In his opinion, no matter what status Aguli and Debata are now, whether they still have vindictive spirit or not, the loyalty they maintain that belongs to knights is worthy of respect.

"Remember that you owe an apology. Jesse nodded slowly, turned around and said, "Follow me, I'll take you to your lord." ”

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The room, quietly. A few light magic patterns illuminate the surroundings transparently.

After Roy made the final cut in Karenic, carefully buried several lines of ice frozen from blood, and performed the last cure, he took two steps back and sat down in a chair.

"Whew. It's over. ”

Roy's chest and hands were covered in blood. The hair and back were also soaked with sweat. On the ground beneath his feet was a large pool of blood. Karenich sat in the chair in front of him, his hands clutching the armrests, and his face was horribly pale.

In his lower abdomen, a hideous and terrifying wound was rapidly closing under the effect of the healing technique. The red flesh looked like the closed petals of a blood-red rose.

By this time, Karenich was speechless.

He just endured the unbearable pain brought by the healing technique, and the corners of his mouth trembled, hooking up a trace of arc.

"Yes," Roy knew what he wanted to ask, nodded and said, "By the time your wounds heal, those ice lines should melt too." When the time comes, your vindictive spirit will come back to you. He said, looking at the time, "It will take about two minutes." ”

The room was quiet again. Only the ticking of the clock and the sound of Karenich's heavy, painful breathing could be heard.

This treatment lasted four prayer hours. During these four prayers, Roy slashed Karenic six times and performed three healing spells. Finally succeeded in connecting Karenich's two severed life patterns.

Now, it's just a matter of waiting for the results in two minutes.

Minutes and seconds passed. These two minutes are perhaps the most difficult two minutes of Karenic's life. The severe pain in his body made him want to wipe his neck with a knife. But in my heart, it is an endless expectation of recovering my fighting spirit.

The wound in the lower abdomen has gradually closed under the effect of healing. The cold chill in his body gradually disappeared.

Two minutes went by in the blink of an eye.

Gradually, Karenic noticed that a familiar force began to gather in his lower abdomen. First a little bit, then a rapid growth. Immediately, it turned into a stream of air and traveled along the meridians to the whole body.

His body trembled uncontrollably. When the air current, unimpeded for a whole week, he opened his eyes suddenly.

In the field of vision with tears flashing, sixteen battle rings, like sixteen glowing elves, were flying and circling. So beautiful.