Early in the morning, a few slave traders walked into an ordinary-looking inn. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The innkeeper should have just woken up, squinting his eyes and looking impatiently at the pickpocket rat walking in front.

The door-slamming rat is here again, this time with a group of people.

Before the "guest" could speak, the innkeeper spoke up first: "Pickpocketing rat, there are so many people here this time, won't you just open one room?"

The voice was very impatient, if it weren't for the strict investigation outside recently, and the few customers who came in, he wouldn't want to do this business.

If it were usual, it might have been said by the innkeeper, but this time the leather rat was very arrogant.

"Come to five rooms, the top one, open for a month. After speaking, he threw the money bag in his hand in front of the boss.

This set of actions is as handsome as it is on the surface. But his heart was dripping blood.

It's important to be able to live, isn't it?

The innkeeper was very surprised, thinking that this leather rat would not make a fortune, so he got a follower and began to throw away money.

For customers who are starting to become rich, the boss's expression says that he will change, but he is not enthusiastic.

He took out five keys from the cabinet in the back and handed them to the pickpocketing mouse himself.

Grabbed the hand of the leather mouse kindly, with a warm smile on his face: "Master Mouse, what's that, the money is still poor." ”

This damn profiteer! The skin rat cursed in his heart, then swallowed his saliva and reluctantly said, "How much is it missing?"

"Not much, one more bag is enough!"

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Maika, who knows the stick and carrot policy very well, very readily gave his obedient little mouse a large piece of gold.

He knows very well that in addition to life, the favorite thing about this leather rat is money.

After letting Thanksgiving's little pet out, several young people began their first battle meeting to "Save the Corrupt World".

On the surface, it sounds good, but in fact, they just want to kill the king, and the rest is just a matter of hand.

Didn't all the burning, killing, and looting in history give a noble, high-sounding reason to the crown?

Several young people started the liberation plan and assigned their own tasks.

Wood takes the Pickling Rat to the slave market to find out if the slaves still have a free will.

This is crucial to their plans, and hopefully this "knife" is sharp enough.

Klaus and McCa go to learn about the situation in the royal capital, especially the military and the people.

It's dangerous, but it's an investigation that has to be done.

As for Libeka, this kind of woman with social difficulties, let's take care of the house obediently.

After speaking, everyone did not ink, and immediately began to implement the plan.

"Take this one. Maika threw his mask into Wood's hands.

Wood nodded, his current status as a retinue of Pickpocketing Rats, and he had to change his appearance to arouse the enthusiasm of those merchants.

Although he felt that this noodle was a little disgusting, mainly because McCara had brought it, he knew that he had to focus on the overall situation, so he could only sacrifice himself.

Wood, who looked like a retinue, followed the pickpocketing mouse out of the inn and into the alley and put on his mask.

Suddenly, the lean body began to shrink, and the face changed dramatically.

In a short time, he became the image of a thin and immature young boy.

Not surprised by this, the Peel Mouse hurriedly went to find a clothing store, gritted his teeth and bought a set of the most gorgeous aristocratic costumes, which were much more expensive than the rent just now.

Moreover, he bought such expensive clothes, and those beautiful clerks and little girls still looked down on him.

For these women who look down on people, the pickpocket mouse doesn't care at all, and reciprocates with a sneer in his heart.

Oh, in a little while, see what qualifications you have to use this kind of gaze.

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On the road, a blonde, blue-eyed, and somewhat weak young master was wandering around.

Many ladies like this one, and some directly ask their subordinates to find the young man to come over and discuss various astronomy and geography with them, and talk about strange and strange things.

In the end, they were all driven away by the entourage around them on the grounds that their young master liked men.

Wood also brought a purple-eyed slave boy with him, which made the reason even more impeccable, and made the noblewomen cry.

Damn, what the hell is wrong with these men? Are they so unattractive?

Driving away the annoying flies, he finally arrives at a slave market in Adasik under the guidance of the Pickling Rat.

As soon as he entered, Wood felt a myriad of hateful glances and a few enthusiastic faces.

The gaze of abomination came from the slaves in the iron cages, and there were many of them.

In this regard, Wood seemed a little unhappy on the surface, but his heart blossomed, and he almost shouted Long live freedom.

That's the right look!

Several enthusiastic businessmen surrounded and began to sell their slaves, they liked this kind of rich young master the most, and this young master's sexual orientation seemed to be a little "special".

Without waiting for the pickpocketing rat to come up, the young master had already said with an impatient expression: "Get out, you guys are very noisy, do you know?"

Wood has always been confident in his acting skills.

Pickpocket Rat hurriedly stepped forward and pushed his colleagues away, apologized, and led them aside to say something.

Wood was casually wandering around the market with the purple-eyed boy, but he was actually looking at the slaves very closely.

Damn, wouldn't this group of slave traders even give up a few rags?

Most of the slaves in the market were men, either handsome or strong, because they could be sold for a good price.

Most importantly, Wood could feel that there was still a fire burning in the hearts of many people, no matter how small.

Feeling the atmosphere of the slave market, he thought of another possibility in his mind.

In this city, there may already be a rebellion group formed for freedom!

The more he thought about it, the more likely it became, and Wood beckoned to the pickpocketing rat who was chatting on the side, and motioned to come over.

"Inquire if there is any slave rebellion in this city. Clever clichés, you know?" Wood whispered in the ear of the Leather Mouse, a young master following his entourage to give orders.

Pickpocketing Mouse nodded, and Wood continued into the streets with the purple-eyed boy.

As he walked, a small arena appeared in front of him, and after paying some coins, Wood slowly walked in.

It was very lively, and the blood-pumping battle was about to begin, with a big man with a giant axe and a young man with a short sword standing in the middle of the field.

"Come on, come on, bet, bet!" Before it began, someone else opened a bet.

Most people are overpowering the big guys, and basically no one is optimistic about the rookie boys, except for Wood.

Picking up the purple-eyed boy and squinting at the seat, slave girls carried plates full of fruits, shuttling among these "adults".

The group of people also seemed very relaxed, casually stroking the naked girl, and a little anxious, grabbing one directly, regardless of the occasion, began his ugly movement.

For all this, neither these ugly people nor the violated girls were not surprised at all, because they were used to it.

Wood's identity at this time is a young master with a special sexual orientation, so he casually shows a disgusted expression to these people who are like garbage.

After a while, with a "start", the two people in the venue began to move.

The rookie boy quickly dodged the first axe, and then began to circle around the big man with great speed, looking for flaws, because he knew very well that he could not win with strength.

Dahan understood what his opponent was thinking, and he remained motionless, waiting for his opponent to show his flaws, and he knew very well that if the next axe was missed, he would die.

As the minutes passed, the spectators next to them seemed a little impatient, they wanted to see the scene of knives and blood splattering, not this boring performance!

The organizers of the fight began to put pressure on the two men in the arena to hurry up.

Finally, the boy took the lead and stabbed out with a sword in his back.

Seeing this, Wood stood up with the purple-eyed boy in his arms, ready to leave, because he understood that the battle was over.

The boy who attacked first miscalculated, he was confused by the dullness of the big man, thinking that this opponent could not react to this sword.

The big man reflexively dodged the sword, then knocked the boy to the ground with his fist, and raised the great axe, ready to give the poor opponent a final axe.

The big picture was decided, even Wood thought, and by this time he had reached the door.

The giant axe whistled and slashed, but the boy who fell to the ground moved, and the boy who had thought he had lost his ability to move moved.

"Oh?" Wood also stopped at this time, the young man's willpower and physical endurance were much stronger than he expected.

The giant axe could no longer change direction, and slashed at the young man's feet, and the young man, who was bleeding profusely on his head, took a short sword and stabbed into the lower body of the big man.

"Ah!!" Accompanied by blood, the heart-rending voice of the big man also came out.

The boy endured the severe pain and the eyes covered by blood, pulled back the short sword, got up with the strength that came out of nowhere, and stabbed the big man in the stomach again.

The big man who had just withdrawn the giant axe had no further movement because of the knife, and then slowly fell to the ground without any life.

After a while, it was confirmed that the big man was dead, and a bald man, who was the operator of this arena, walked up, raised the hand of the young man sitting on the ground, and shouted, "This young man has a low price of 30 silver coins and starts bidding." ”

Without a hint of hesitation, he went straight to the auction of his goods.

I just watched a good fight, and everyone seemed very enthusiastic and started bidding.

The price soared all the way to a gold coin, and then Wood stood up, looked at the bald head in the field and said, "All the money I won just now was used to buy this slave." ”

The gambling game just now was also opened by a bald man, because he was the only one who suppressed the rookie boy, so the bald man was also very impressed.

The businessman likes this kind of customer who doesn't take money seriously, and it's best for this young master to come to him every day.

The auction ended directly, and Wood followed the bald man to the backstage, where the transaction is usually done.

The bald man seemed very attentive, and bandaged his goods before handing them over to Wood.

"Didn't you bring a guard, young master?" The bald man was also afraid that his goods would use violence against this young master, after all, he was a slave he had just gotten.

"Huh. Do I still need guards?" Wood sneered and left with the rookie boy he bought.

The bald man is a little worried, it's good to make money, but this big young master must not have anything happen, otherwise if someone troubles him at that time, he will not be able to bear it......

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"Name. Wood asked, turning his back to the newly purchased item.

The boy was stunned for a moment, he should have thought of something in his head.

"Don't lie to me with a fake name, I don't have a very good temper. "That little bit of caution Wood still understands.

The boy did not speak, but remained silent.

At this time, the pickpocket mouse finally found Wood, and saw the rookie boy with the chain, although it was a little strange, but he didn't ask much.

"How's it going?" Wood looked at the little pet that came looking for him.

The leather rat looked at the young man behind him, but did not speak, looking a little hesitant.

Wood understood what he meant, and still ate the fruit: "Don't worry about the dumb, just say it." ”

Pickpocketing Mouse nodded, whispering what he had learned.

"Young Master, you are really like a god, there is indeed an underground organization that wants to change this system. "But according to my peers, this organization should be very weak, and it didn't do anything big at all, let alone start a riot, so even I didn't know that such an organization existed." ”

Although Wood had his back to the rookie boy, he still felt that the boy had some emotional turmoil when he heard this.

"Gone?" Wood tugged at the corners of his mouth, looking nonchalant.

Peel Mouse Wood behaved meekly in front of him: "Of course there is, but it's just a rumor." ”

Wood nodded, allowing him to continue.

"I heard that this organization was founded not long ago, and the founder was a saint in the temple of Adasik. The lifelong dream of this saint was to peacefully free all slaves, and finally everyone lived happily under the same sky. As he spoke, he looked at the sky.

"Hahahaha!" Wood suddenly couldn't help laughing when he heard it, tears burst out of his eyes, and patted the peather on the shoulder: "What you describe is really poetic, but it's still a little worse than that holy woman." ”

Knowing this, Wood slowly stretched, squinted and yawned.

Those stalkers are really annoying, they haven't made a move since they came out of the arena, and you guys like to play peek-a-boo so much?

I'm sorry, young master, I'm busy!

Wood led the crowd down the alley, turning around and coming to a dead end with no spectators.

Without the demeanor of a young master, Wood looked into the corner as if he was urinating.

At this time, the men finally moved, and several arrows whizzed towards Wood, and at the same time, five masked assassins appeared and attacked Wood directly.

Wood looked lucky enough to dodge the arrows, and sat down on the ground in fear, unable to resist the attacks of the Assassins.

At this time, the assassins seemed to have seen the success of killing people and goods. How many good things are there in this eldest young master, they think so in their hearts.

Suddenly, one of the Assassins at the front was stabbed in the throat with a dagger, and the other four companions reacted immediately, but it was too late.

Wood didn't know when he got behind them, and with a smile, harvested one of their companions.

As soon as the footsteps moved, it seemed to disappear, and then another assassin was directly cut by the dagger. Wood then took out his handkerchief and wiped the blood from his dagger, smiling at the remaining two Assassins.

The two Assassins made a quick decision and chose to flee, this prey was too weird.

"Poof. Another stab pierced one of the Assassin's chests, followed by a slip of foot, another "poof", and the last Assassin fell.

"Drag them together. Wood said as he rubbed his dagger with his handkerchief and turned to the Peel Mouse.

The Peel Rat swallowed, it was terrible, the invisible assassin......

After piling several Assassins together, Wood pulled out a small bottle containing an eerie black potion.

A few drops were dropped onto the five dead assassins, and then something magical happened, leaving everyone's eyes wide except for Wood.

Several of the corpses gradually withered, devoid of flames or white smoke, but eventually turned into a pile of ashes.

All this made several of them feel deep fear, what the hell is this?

Wood didn't bother to explain to the natives how the potion worked when Maika gave him, and he didn't really understand it.

Tidying up some fancy costumes that were a little messy, but not a drop of blood, he looked a little impatient.

"Come out quickly, or I'll go and kill you." "He really hates people who don't buy tickets when they go to theaters.

After a moment of silence, a woman stepped out, masked, dressed in a tight-fitting assassin's leather suit, and in very good shape.

When the rookie boy saw the woman, he looked a little excited and walked over slowly.

Wood didn't stop either, looked at the woman and said, "You're the saint?"

The woman's pupils shrank, and she looked at the rookie boy, full of questions.

The rookie boy shook his head, indicating that he didn't say it, and then muttered something in the woman's ear.

After listening to the young man's words, the woman hesitated for a moment, but still walked into the light. At this time, Wood realized that she also had purple eyes, so this woman should not be a saint.

The woman answered Wood's question with the color of her eyes, and then prepared to leave with the rookie boy.

Suddenly, a dagger whistled and slid her mask down, and a trace of blood began to ooze from her pretty face.

"You woman, you don't have the slightest politeness. Wood was now standing in front of the woman and withdrew his dagger.

The woman's eyes were cold, she looked at Wood and said, "What are you going to do?"

Wood didn't speak directly, but waved his hand back, punched his companion who had come to save the woman, and grabbed it.

This is a little boy, who looks a little like a rookie boy, and should have some blood relationship, probably a brother.

By this time more people were approaching Wood, and he had raised his dagger because he felt that he had to teach them some lesson.

The woman suddenly stopped her companion with a loud voice: "Don't come here, I'll take care of it!" Her words were very effective, and the people did not continue to approach.

Then she looked at Wood and said, "Who are you, invader?" and she seemed to sense something.

Wood didn't answer, pointing the dagger at himself and then at the woman: "I ask, you answer." Got it?"

The woman nodded in understanding, she wanted everyone to go back safely, and this man gave her an incomparably terrifying feeling, almost exactly like the intruders of a few years ago......

"Name. Wood put away his dagger.

The woman hesitated for a moment, giving up the idea of deception: "Elisabeth von Hunttel." ”

Wood threw the little boy in his hand to the rookie boy, then took out a brand new handkerchief and handed it to Elizabeth: "Who are you from that organization?"

He also understood that the rookie boy just now must have told the woman about what they were doing to find out about this organization.

Elizabeth took the handkerchief and wiped the blood oozing from her face.

"The saint you just talked about is my mother. ”

After saying this, Wood fell silent, took out a cigarette, and slowly lit himself.

This woman has a story, but it's a pity that he only has cigarettes.

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(Happy New Year ~~~)