In the streets of Saruli Bay, a group of slaves are being led by the slave traders, who will be taken to the headquarters of the Slave Guild, the Correctional, where they will be subjected to various inspections and then distributed to the various slave markets by the responsible persons for sale, and in the eyes of the slave traders, there is no difference between people and goods. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hurry up! let these animals go faster!" Abbas, the slave leader of the Slave Guild of the Punishers, kept urging his men, who had never been a patient fellow.

At this moment, an elderly slave fell to the ground, which caused the slave procession to stop from the march at once, and many of the slaves had a look of fear on their faces.

"Damn, old fellow, I think you're dying!" one of the slave traders took the whip and whipped it at the slave, but the other slaves did not dare to squeak, they just stood there with their heads bowed and fearful, for fear that the slave traders would take their anger out on themselves.

"If you fight him any longer, you will kill him!" At this moment, a slave who obviously did not know whether he was alive or dead, rushed forward, grabbed the whip of the slave trader, and glared coldly at the slave trader, who was tall and strong, with dark brown skin and conspicuous skin, and who had only one right eye, and his left eye was covered with a terrible scar.

"You dead slave, how dare you rebel against me, I'm going to slaughter you both!" the slave trader was furious when he saw that his whip had been grabbed, and he drew the short sword he had at his waist.

The tall slave pulled the whip hard, which made the slave trader even more angry, and the slave trader stabbed the tall slave with a short sword, and the tall slave swept with the whip, and the whip was whipped into the slave trader's thigh, and the slave trader bent down in pain, and the tall slave stepped forward and kicked the slave trader away.

When the other slave traders saw this, they all looked at each other, a little overwhelmed, and most of them looked at their leader, Abbas.

Abbas was also an experienced warrior no matter what he said, he could see at a glance that this tall slave was not an ordinary person, Abbas spat on the ground, and then he raised his two-handed battle axe, and the tall slave did not retreat at all, he stood up straight, holding the whip of the slave trader in his hand, waiting for Abbas's attack.

"Miscellaneous!

Abbas yelled, he rushed at the tall slave, and swept with his two-handed tomahawk, the tall slave knew that the whip in his hand could not match Abbas's two-handed tomahawk, so he hurriedly dodged, Abbas took a turn, the tall slave found an opportunity, and whipped Abbas on the waist, Abbas hurriedly dodged.

On the surface, it seems that no one can bargain, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that if it weren't for the tall slaves who suffered from weapons, Abbas would not be his opponent at all.

Seeing that he could not take the slave, Abbas became more and more impatient, but the tall slave still fought steadily with the whip, and perhaps in a few more rounds, the battle would be over.

At this time, suddenly a vigorous figure burst out, a curved sword cut straight at the ribs of the tall effort, the tall slave hurriedly dodged, and suddenly he felt a pain in his back, the tall slave hurriedly turned around, and found that another woman had just whipped his back with a whip full of thorns, and the girl also showed an evil smile.

"Do you have another batch of new goods?" said Christine, who had just returned from an assassination mission with Natasha, two Assassin sisters who had recently successfully assassinated Odom Stitch, lord of the Free City-State of Broken Walls.

"Haha! It's a batch of goods, how about it?" Abbas immediately greeted Christine and Natasha with a smile, although in Black Harbor, the three ruling forces checked and balanced each other, but on the surface, everyone cooperated very happily.

"Hehe, this slave can be sold to the gladiatorial arena!" Natasha, who was standing on the side, grinned and pointed at the tall slave, who looked at her expressionlessly, as if the tall slave didn't care about what she said.

"Haha! Natasha is still thoughtful, I just wanted to slaughter this disobedient slave, it seems that it is better to sell him to the gladiatorial arena!" Abbas said with a laugh, but his words really made Christine and Natasha feel ridiculous, if she hadn't appeared, Abbas might have lost the adults here.

"What's this slave's name?" Christine asked, glancing at the tall slave.

"What's it called? Someone, go and check the list of the goods!" Abbas hurriedly shouted to the left and right, and his men immediately frantically tried to find the list of goods.

"Bieber Gascoigne, the only son of the Bieber family in the free city-state of Riverfront. The tall slave tilted his head and said in a loud voice, much to Christine and Natasha's surprise.

"Hehe, how did a descendant of a lord become a slave?" asked Natasha with a smile.

"Riverside City was captured by Will Berg, the lord of Foggy Castle, and most of my family was executed, and I was sold to the Slave Guild. Bieber Gascoigne said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"Hey, it's so sad!" Natasha said as she spoke, but she still felt happy.

"You've got a nice slave. Christine said to Abbas, who was also very happy, such a slave is the best goods, the best commodity for their slave traders.

Gascoigne let others comment on him, and he walked up to the old slave who had fallen to the ground and helped him up, and the old slave was very grateful to Gascoigne for coming forward, and he was moved to tears.

"Don't be aggressive about good goods, otherwise it will be a loss-making transaction. Natasha said with a smile, and Christine just sighed and beckoned Natasha to leave.

Christine and Natasha are walking all the way, and in the entire Saluli Bay, no one dares to provoke these two women, because they will most likely slit your throat at any time.

"Christine, will that noble slave be punished?" asked Natasha curiously.

"It must have been a whip, but he did protect the old slave, because no one paid attention to the old slave anymore. Christine said softly, which Natasha found very funny.

"It's foolish to let yourself suffer from flesh and skin just to protect a waste slave. Natasha said sarcastically, and Christine just shrugged her shoulders, to which she was reluctant to comment on anything.

The two of them walked all the way until they came to a silent alley, where Christine walked to a dilapidated hut and knocked lightly on the door that looked like it was about to fall apart, and the dilapidated door was opened from the inside.

"May the owl bless you. ”

The gatekeeper crossed his hands on his chest and bowed to greet Christine and Natasha, and she both returned the salute with the same gesture, and even Natasha, who had never been a proper person, had a serious expression.

Entering the dilapidated hut, there were three or two people in the hut, one of them was guarding the broken fireplace, he saw Christine and Natasha, and they also saluted each other, and then this person gently pushed on the fireplace, and the fireplace immediately turned half a circle, it turned out to be a secret door.

Through the secret door, you enter a wide hall, there are a lot of people in the hall, everyone is busy, there are the quartermaster of the Owl Blade, there are the internal vendors selling other goods, it is hard to imagine that such a small broken house is actually one of the entrances to the Owl Blade.

"Hehe, the mentor will be very happy to see that we have completed the task. Natasha said excitedly.

"Who knows......" Christine was too lazy to discuss the topic, Natasha smiled at Christine, these two people have completely different personalities, but they are the best partners, it is really difficult to understand.

After passing through several places, the two of them finally arrived at the room where Ewell, the mentor of the Blade Assassin Order, worked, and Christine and Natasha were allowed to enter the room after a squire asked for instructions.

In the room, the Mentor of the Assassins, Ewell, was waiting for Christine and Natasha with his hands behind his back, and when he saw her, Evel smiled, and Natasha greeted him with a smile, only Christine still had a cold face.

"Owl Blade Assassin Master Christine and Natasha have successfully completed the contract!" Christine put her hands behind her back, straightened up, and reported the situation to Ewell.

"Very good, I knew that this difficult contract would definitely be fine with the two of you. Ewell smiled with satisfaction and complimented Christine and Natasha.

Natasha was very happy to hear the mentor's praise, but Christine still didn't react much, for some reason, Christine always felt that the mentor's smile was just a surface, and no one could know what the mentor was thinking in his heart.

"We've completed this special contract, and those elders have nothing to say now, right?" asked Iver with a smile, but this sentence only made Avier very dissatisfied, of course, it was not Christine and Natasha who were not satisfied, but the elders of the Assassin Order.

"Hehe, those people are old and confused. Ewell understated.

"But they still check and balance the mentors everywhere, don't they?" Natasha also expressed her displeasure with the elders, and Evel was pleased with this.

"The elders will have the thoughts of the elders, Natasha, for this kind of thing, naturally there is a mentor to deal with, so don't just express your feelings. Christine glared at Natasha, who just smiled and stopped arguing with Christine.

"Hehe, the elders are worried about the new force that has appeared in Saluli Bay, and because they are worried, they will always make foolish choices. Ewell was clearly very unhappy with the elders, and he was directly retransmitting this point to Christine and Natasha.

Natasha responded enthusiastically to Ewell, while Christine was not interested in it, and the conflict of interests of the leadership was resolved by themselves, and Christine cared about only where she could touch.