"Sylvie. ”

The little girl shook her head impatiently, and the bell on her neck ring also rang slightly with this movement, and she looked at Hodge with a look in her eyes that revealed emotions similar to "It's pitiful to be poor when you're not old next year.

Hodge's mind is more complex, from chaotic and bored to sluggish and surprised, then to sudden awakening, and now a blank state of the brain.

If the little girl's name is just Sylvie, it's nothing. If it's just a slave girl, that's nothing.

But the appearance of a girl named Sylvie, who is also a slave, gave him a very strong sense of impact.

It started with a game he had been exposed to, the kind of game that was often referred to as "a game that his wife secretly played when she wasn't at home", but how could this restriction affect him?

In short, there is also a little slave girl named Sylvie in that game, and it is natural to feel unbelievable to see her identity and name cleverly overlap at this time.

But...... After coming back to his senses and carefully observing Sylvie, he found that the difference between the two was still quite obvious, although the arms were like the small arms of Sylvie in front of him, although there were traces of abrasions, they would not be destroyed by the slave owners with corrosive potions, the arms were like the current Sylvies, her hair was pure black, and she didn't know how long she hadn't trimmed her hair, and her hair had grown to her waist, and she was tied to the back of her head with a thick head rope.

The more obvious difference is in temperament.

Now Sylvie is paralyzed in pain, which is distressing.

How do you describe it...... The first image of this Sylvie was full of energy, like a dangerous little leopard, and he had no doubt that the little girl would dare to make such a grinning appearance even in front of the slave owner.

Unexpectedly, there are some contrasts and cuteness......

No, this was not the time to think about these things, he needed to understand what was going on.

........................

"So—"

Hodge glanced at Sylvie as she licked her fingers contentedly as she spoke, and Hera sat obediently in the chair opposite, taking only a small plate of fruits and vegetables, and giving Sylvie a large plate of fish to settle with.

No wonder he and Devany always felt that Hera's appetite had increased greatly in the past two days, which was a little abnormal, and it turned out that the key to the problem was Sylvie, and it was estimated that most of the food had fallen into the little girl's belly.

"You were tricked into getting on a slave ship?"

"yes. Sylvie stroked her round belly contentedly, her hands spread out and leaned back, her calves dangling out of the bed swaying up and down leisurely.

Hodge already had a general idea of what was going on about Sylvie's identity.

She was originally a pickpocket in the slums of Iron Furnace City, because of her courage and skillful stealing ability, although she lived a relatively comfortable life alone, but a few days ago, Iron Furnace City welcomed a group of soldiers wearing red cloaks, and since they entered the city, the atmosphere in the city has become particularly depressing, especially for these thieves in the slums.

Sure enough, within a few days, the city began to arrest people on a large scale, and according to Sylvie's overheard conversation with the soldiers, the target of the arrest was a girl about twelve years old, whose hair was unsurprisingly black.

Sylvie was a clever person at the time, although there are many people who meet this vague condition, but she herself is one of them, in case she really offends a big man unintentionally, and she can't be trained to be trained if she is really caught?

The girl immediately decided not to sit still, and found a rather famous figure in the ghetto, the old cripple of Black Maca, a myth spread among the inhabitants of the ghetto, and it was said that nothing could be left unequal to Black Macah if the price was right.

Sylvie used the ninety percent of the coins she had saved to obtain a ticket from Black Maga, which he said would never be hunted down by the City Guards, and that she could sneak into the harbor the next night and leave Ironforge in a boat.

The next night, when Sylvie sneaked into the harbor and found the brig docked in the dark, illuminated with lights, and no soldiers hovering near the ship, she was quite happy to run over and hand the ticket to the man with the book on the dock.

Now that I think about it, the way the man looked at her wasn't quite right, but she didn't pay much attention to it because of her excitement. The man took the ticket, called the sailor beside him to send her onto the ship, as soon as she stepped on the deck, the view was deprived by the stinky sack, and then the back of her neck hurt, she lost consciousness, it turned out that the ship turned out to be a slave ship, in the imperial law slave ship is the slave owner's own wealth, subject to the preferential treatment and protection of the law, no wonder there are no soldiers to check.

When she awoke, she was already in the strange stone castle, wearing a locked slave necklace, being carried to a high platform by a slave trader and being sold.

The slave owner who bought her originally planned to start training the new slaves immediately, but due to the sudden cold wave and the bad news of the siege of the mutant monsters, he had to suspend this plan.

Taking advantage of such a good time, Sylvie exhausted all methods and finally escaped.

Hodge empathizes, after all, he has escaped from slavery, and knows that the difficulty of escaping smoothly is by no means as simple as playing with a family.

"Is the slave owner who bought you on this ship?" asked Hodge.

Sylvie shook her head: "No, I escaped alone, this ship that hid through the window behind the cabin, he couldn't have known I was here." ”

"Alright, Sylvie. Hodge nodded, "Let me hear what you're going to do next." ”

"What's next?"

Sylvie went from a lying position to a sitting position, her hands on her lap, her eyes dazed and dazed.

She didn't want to go back to that place, not only did she risk being captured by the guards, but more importantly, even if she wanted to beat up the old cripple who had deceived her, she also knew that she was far from being able to do that with her own ability.

If she wanted to stay, she didn't have to try to escape from there.

Except for these two places, she didn't know any other cities, and the world that the slums could touch was like a frog in a well, just so narrow and narrow, out of the well, everything she saw was a strange existence.

What are her plans for the future?

"Where is this ship heading?"

"Headwinds. ”

"Then I'll go there!" Sylvie immediately marked her destination as a headwind.

"If you want to stay in the headwinds, you'll have to at least untie this thing around your neck. "Downwind Harbor is one of the most famous towns in the North where slave traders gather, and if you get there, if you have a collar and no owner, they'll take you into their own hands and sell you to the slave owner for a fortune." ”

"So terrible? Then I'm not going. ”

Sylvie smacked her tongue, her eyes kept rolling, and she suddenly looked at Hera: "Big brother and Hera are companions, aren't they?

"No, we're going to Antler Bay, but we're going through Downwind. ”

"Then I'll go to Antler Bay, too!, with Hera!" Sylvie snapped in joy as she found her target again.

"Oh, good luck then. ”

Hodge said quietly, "By the way, after disembarking, you need to raise your own money to get to Antler Bay. ”

"What!" Sylvie said as if she had been doused with cold water, "aren't you going to take me with you?"

"Why do we have to take you with us, even if your plight is worthy of sympathy, but we are not even close to each other, and I think it is quite generous not to kick you out of Hera's room, and there is no reason to have to carry you all the way. ”

Their identities are troublesome enough, two witches and a male witch, casually leaking some news will attract a large number of admiring or profit-seeking pursuers, if you add a slave girl, it will provoke too many unnecessary eyes.

Although he treats Sylvie in the game as his own daughter. (Serious face)

But now that you're obviously not a person in the game, why should I take such a big risk for you?

"Brother Hodge. ”

Sylvie was visibly flustered, and shook him in a flattering voice and said, "You can take me, I am very capable, and I will not eat for nothing." ”

"Really, what can you do?"

"I'll steal—"

"That doesn't have to be said anymore. ”

"I'm still going to ...... ......" Sylvie was momentarily speechless, clutching her hair in distress.

"What else?" Hodge asked, "can cook, do laundry, sew, or do you steal?" ”

"I'll still ......," Sylvie hung her head in a dejected manner and whispered in a sneering voice, "...... Eat?"

Hodge smiled and shook his head, the rejection in his smile was self-evident.

Unexpectedly, Hera actually came over with a small notebook and pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Hera?" Hodge didn't know.

I saw Hera pick up a charcoal pen, write a line of small characters awkwardly on the notebook, and hold it up to him.

"Hodge... Elder brother... Can... Let him... Stay."

"Hera—" Hodge said helplessly, "I know what you think, but it's a bit of a hassle to keep her going, so—"

He suddenly choked on.

Because Hera had already finished writing the second and third sentences.

"She... It's mine... Friends"

"My friend... Very little."

This time it was his turn to pull at his hair.

Ever since that incident, Hera has always felt dumbfounded, afraid of coming into contact with anyone but him and Daphne, let alone submitting friends.

Now she says Sylvie is her friend.

Ay...... What kind of trouble is encountered.

Bang bang.

The door was suddenly slammed, and Hera took Sylvie's hand and looked around for a place to hide, while Hodge grimaced, wondering if the hiding of the slaves had been revealed so quickly.

"Little Hera, are you in there?"

Hera stopped, and Hodge breathed a sigh of relief.

It was Devine's voice.

Opening the door, Daphne looked at him in surprise: "Why are you here?" ”

"Let's talk about it first. Hodge pulled him in and quickly closed the door.

Daphne noticed the little girl beside Hera and asked, "Who is this little girl?"

"She'......" Hodge was trying to explain the situation to her, and by the way, let her figure out a way to convince Hera.

But he didn't want Sylvie to be like a cunning fox, and only realized the meaning of Daphne in an instant, so she hurriedly ran over and grabbed Daphne's hand, and called out to her sister in shame.

Hodge secretly screamed that it was not good, Sylvi was simply synonymous with the drama spirit, and at this time he completely lost the appearance of the wild boy who first saw him, and looked as well-behaved as a doll.

And Daphne, as far as he observed, was particularly fond of cute children.

Sure enough, Devany answered quite comfortably, and pulled Sylvi to sit at the head of the bed with a smile on her face.

After getting a general idea of the situation and Sylvie's appeal, Devany looked at him indifferently and said, "Isn't it good? ”

Sylvie was leaning her head on Daphne's lap and stealthily shifted her head to look at him, sly grinning at him, sticking out her tongue at him.

The ratio of friend to foe is three to one......

What's going on......

He had no choice but to nod his head insincerely, "Okay, okay." ”