Outside Seka, in the Gray Personal Guard station, Zamba sat in the bottom seat of the main tent.

Behind him stood two men, one of his squires, and the other of the robbers that Microgram had brought back from the slums to rob them, Vess.

Zanba was clearly waiting for someone, and he sat impatiently, his eyes looking in the direction of the tent from time to time.

But each time he withdrew his gaze in disappointment.

His hand clutched the warrant Gray had given him.

With this warrant, he could mobilize all the elite soldiers of the two squadrons of the Guard.

Zamba waited for nearly an hour before the tent was lifted.

A young nobleman led two middle-aged men in knight's armor in.

This is Gray's captain of the guard: Tachia Rand, the only son of St Rand, who was guilty of his father's death, and the barony Grey was given after his father's death granted permission to the family.

Behind him were the two vice-captains of the Guard.

"Baron Rand, I am here on the orders of Lord Viscount!"

Zamba stood up the moment Takia walked in, and pulled out the warrant Gray had given him.

"Yes!" Taqia took the warrant, first carefully looked at the mark on the mud seal, and then looked at the Zamba people, his gaze lingering on Vess's body for an extra second.

The young man didn't like the people in the security department in the territory.

He even deliberately asked Zamba, the deputy chief of the guard department, to wait in vain for nearly an hour in his main army tent.

If it wasn't really important, he would even let Zamba keep waiting.

The content of the warrant was very simple, Taqiya quickly read it, he looked at Zamba, his face was a little unhappy, and he said: "I will follow the orders of the adults, but you only have fifty people, you know, now in someone else's territory, the safety of the adults is very important!"

"Thank you very much!" Zanba's face was delighted, "Fifty is enough!"

"You don't need to thank me, I'm just following orders!" Tachia looked impatient, "Each of my soldiers has the noble blood of Harrence Lord, I hope you treat them well!"

"Of course!" Zamba bowed slightly, "I want those fifty soldiers now." ”

Hearing this, Taqia's eyes narrowed slightly, and two words spat out from between his teeth: "Yes!"

With that, he glanced at one of the vice-captains next to him, and then walked quickly out of the tent.

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...

Vis walked alone on the road back to the slums.

By this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and there was little light at night in the outer city.

He had to hurry as soon as possible.

But now he was standing on the side of the street, his head down, staring at his toes.

A brand new pair of military boots on your feet.

He could even smell the scent of cowhide.

The shoes were comfortable on his feet, something he had never felt before, and he couldn't remember when he had ever felt like wearing boots!

Looks like he hasn't worn shoes since he can remember, right?

But from Weiss's face, there was no trace of joy.

This shoe was thrown to him by Zamba when he was in the barracks just now.

At that time, Weiss thought that he would be happy, but the eyes of those around him looking at the beggar made his happy mood at that moment instantly turn bad.

He didn't know what it was like

But he knew he didn't like that feeling.

He subconsciously wanted to refuse, but instinct told him that it was better not to do so, he had no right to refuse.

He could only take it with gratitude on his face.

However, at this moment, he was already far away from Zamba and the others.

Vis had an idea in his mind that he wanted to tear the brand-new boots under his feet to shreds, and once this thought came out of his mind, it was uncontrollable.

He bent down sharply, then took off his shoes with all his might, and he pulled out the dagger he had with him, and when he raised it, he suddenly stopped again!

He stared at the new boots in his hand in a daze.

"Haha!"

Vis suddenly laughed.

Immediately, he threw the military boots in his hand into the stinky ditch next to him.

Weiss didn't know what was wrong with him, he had grown up in the slums since he was a child, and he had been ridiculed by others, but he didn't care.

But this time, he felt that his pride had been hit!

Pride?

Do I have this?

He shook his head and threw the unpleasant things out of his mind.

He began to think back to what had happened today.

Thinking of this, his mood became better.

Originally, he just heard from his subordinates that a fat sheep was coming, and he just wanted to do a random vote and leave this place.

He was smart, and the departure of the city's inhabitants made him understand that the city was bound to face a danger that would be feared by the big men.

Vis is not as numb as other slum dwellers, on the contrary, he has ideals, otherwise he would not have organized the people around him.

He has been waiting for an opportunity.

This time is undoubtedly a rare opportunity.

He really couldn't imagine that he would be able to meet those big names in Seka City, and even Viscount Cage, who had been in the limelight recently, all of them were receiving him and asking a few questions.

Thinking of this, Weiss seemed to be in a bad mood again, and couldn't help but spit out a few swear words in his mouth, and at the same time made a gesture to slap himself a few times, but in the end he couldn't do it.

Obviously, he was a little unhappy with his own performance.

In Vess's subconscious, he couldn't help but fantasize about being appreciated by a nobleman and becoming a member of the aristocratic district of Seka City, but when the dream came true, he found that he was so nervous that he even felt that he had some difficulty speaking.

"Hey!"

The opportunity to perform had been missed, and he could only sigh to himself.

However, he now has another chance.

It will cost him something, but it will be worth it for a big reward.

He swore that he would use this opportunity to get rid of the tiresome days of the old days, no matter what.

He also wants to control the fate of others like those big shots.

Whoever dares to get in his way will die.

Now, Ma Lu's place is the starting point of the turning point of fate.

Isn't it just to help them explore the way and kill some people?

A cold light flashed in Weiss's eyes, and he looked at the waning moon in the sky above his head, and his figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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On the other side, Zamba led fifty of Gray's own soldiers, waiting for Vess's signal in a small block five miles outside the slum.

These soldiers are all fully armed, all of them veterans of the army, and they have a lot of combat experience, and if they were in other units, every soldier here can be qualified as a sergeant major.

So, although there are only fifty people, they can still easily win against the gangsters in the slums who are not even armed.

Moreover, the small number of people can reduce the likelihood of causing a riot.

He was confident that with Vess's help, he would be able to quietly approach the man named Ma Lu and get the information he wanted to know.

Zamba didn't doubt Vess, he was too familiar with the other man's eyes.

He even deliberately ignored and despised the other party, just to remind Weiss of the poor self-esteem of men.

Even if the beggar didn't do what he said, or even told the enemy about his plan, he wouldn't worry...