"Hmm, hmm, hmm......"

The cloth ball in his mouth was torn off, and the halfling breathed a sigh of relief, and then said loudly to the audience.

"Hmph, hmph, my name is Bilbom Spirits, and I'm not a slave......"

"Listen, I'm a gourmet, a musician, a traveler, and while I cook with unsurpassed deliciousness, I'm never going to be the personal chef of the nobility, so don't think too much about it. Got it?"

The auctioneer nodded, and then said, "Twenty gold coins to start bidding......"

"Stop, stop!" the halfling stopped dissatisfiedly.

"I just had a few more drinks in the tavern, and you've broken the laws of Bluewater City by arresting me here while I'm drunk and asleep. Don't look at me as a halfling, but I'm also a believer in the God of Justice......"

"Hmm... Well..."

The halfling's mouth was gagged again, and to prevent him from causing trouble again, two burly guards stood next to him.

"Twenty", "Twenty-two", "Twenty-Hardware"

Bilbohm, a halfling, was more sought after than the beautiful slave before, and during this time, Loki also raised his hand, but then was overwhelmed by the other people's bidding......

"Fifty-five Golden ......"

Loki shook his head secretly, although Bilbohm was a good halfling, there was a limit to his help.

The gold coins on his body are no longer enough, and he will not cause trouble in Bluewater City, in addition, even if a halfling is enslaved, it is completely different from ordinary slaves, at most he will be confined in the kitchen, and there will be no danger.

"Sixty-Nine Gold Coins, Sold ......"

In the end, it was auctioned by the fat big slave trader in the VIP seat, Westin, at a high price.

But what is unexpected is that he bought the halfling slave, not to be his full-time cook, but to personally take his subordinates and give the halfling to the baron's son.

The obese slave trader seized the opportunity to curry favor with the slaves and made a good impression on Bentham.

The auction is coming to an end, and the final finale is a 'knight's sword'.

The scabbard and hilt appearance of the standard weapon, as well as the metallic steel blade, seem to be not much different from an ordinary knight's sword, but the sword body is much longer, no less than the length of an ordinary two-handed broadsword.

The auctioneer began to introduce the origin of this finale weapon.

"In the Far North, in the middle of the continent, in the far north, the historic Holy Dragon Tower Empire, there used to be a glorious legion soaring in the sky, the Griffin Knights!"

"And this standard griffin knight sword is a griffin knight's former sidearm, and now it still retains the characteristics of 'strong', 'fast' and 'sharp', ordinary shields can't block its stabbing blows, ordinary weapons will be cut into two ......"

Loki had been trained in the skills of a dwarven blacksmith, but from a distance, he didn't know anything unusual about the 'Griffin Knight's Sword'.

"Two hundred and fifty gold coins"

"Two hundred and sixty-five ......"

This finale of the weapon lot was finally sold for three hundred gold odds, and was bought by a middle-aged knight next to the young master of the baron, who was low-key and silent, like the shadow of the son of the baron.

The half-elf didn't have enough gold on him, and even if he knew that this weapon was good, he would only be curious and greedy......

The auction ended, and hundreds of customers of different identities got up from their seats and left one after another.

As he left, the half-elf looked at the seats on the second floor, the powerful figures with flashy temperaments who were leaving one after another, and the low-key knight wearing half-body plate armor and holding the 'griffin knight's sword'.

Spatial vision is usually kept on, and a large number of images will be collected and recorded, and in the case of concentration of consciousness, it will play a role in the data evaluation of some people's movements.

Codename: Low-key Knight, Strength ≥ 1.8, Agility ≥ 1.2, Constitution ≥ 1.9

There is at least level 8~9 professional strength, not even inferior to the average church's knight guard captain, compared to the Blue Moon Squire knight who Loki witnessed in Fog Castle City before and died at the hands of cultists, this low-key knight attribute data is even stronger.

Leaving the auction house, Loki mourned for the halfling in his heart.

After all, they have only known each other for a short time, and Bilbohm's weight in his heart is obviously not as good as that of friends like Archer and the dwarf Pigou, and it is difficult for him to take some unnecessary risks.

Holding the reins of 'spades', he picks up the dark streets where there are few pedestrians.

When he walked to the place where there was a light and candlelight, Bai Sensen's metal mask had been removed, and his hood was lowered to reveal his short dark blonde hair, and he had turned back into an ordinary half-elf adventurer.

There was a sudden chaotic sound in the distance, and there was a faint angry scolding, who was losing his temper.

Loki stopped and looked at a dark and dark street, and in the dim vision, the green image outlined two familiar figures, one tall and one short.

With a crisp whistle, there was a sound of 'da, da' hooves running in the distance, and from time to time there was a happy cry of a donkey.

Coincidentally, the tall figures in front of each other were none other than the halfling Bilbom Spiritdeer, and the slave, but equally adept at stealth, the cat orc.

It's really lucky, I don't know how the two escaped.

The donkey mount, treading through the foul puddle, ran through the dark streets to the halfling owner, and kept turning its long ears to show kindness.

"Damn slave, in that direction, Master Benthham, you can rest assured, you don't need your guardian knight to capture these two escaped slaves......"

Halflings and cat-like orcs have a keen sense of hearing, and they can immediately distinguish that the voice is the fat slave merchant, and it is not far from here.

Ignoring stealth and hiding, Bilbom and the female cat orc huddled together on a donkey mount, but fortunately their bodies were not heavy, and the speed of the donkey was not too slow.

Suddenly, at the end of the street, a tall figure leading a horse and beast appeared, and the donkey's mount encountered an obstacle and instinctively slowed down the speed of the four hooves.

A little light of the moon and stars sprinkled in the night sky, and the halfling with keen vision immediately shouted in surprise when he saw this familiar figure.

"Loki, I didn't expect to meet you here last time the Deathstroke Tavern was separated, how are you lately? ”

And the cat orc behind him, his eyes under his long eyelashes were full of anxiety, and in the lingua franca of stumbling, he immediately urged him.

"Quick, go, he's coming......"

Bilbohm slapped his head and said, "Sorry, I almost forgot ......"

"I'm on my way to freedom, I don't have time to go into details, goodbye, my half-elf friend!"

Loki also nodded, and said calmly: "Goodbye buddy, take advantage of now, hurry up and run for your life." ”

The donkey felt the owner's wishes, and used all his strength to feed, and ran blindly down the dark streets.

At this time, the slave guards who captured them, as well as the fat slave trader on a strong horse beast, also followed.

In the light of the torches, it was easy to spot a strong black and white horse, and a tall figure leading it slowly forward.

The red triangular scarf covered the face, but the dark blonde half-length hair, and the racial characteristics of the slightly pointed ears, this was certainly not the runaway slave they wanted to capture.

At the signal of the fat slave trader, a slave guard glanced at Loki and asked directly.

"You, half-elf, tell me, did anyone else pass by here?"

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