I started with prayer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I prayed, I longed, but it never ended well. What is the reason? Again and again, again and again, I repeat this fate over and over again. Why is it? I'm a traveler and I'm lost in the journey. Today, however, I made an unexpected discovery. Maybe my life will be interesting after that.

In this way, the gears of fate have been spinning and turning, and they have never stopped. For our encounters, for our future.

"Hello, thirteen silver coins in total. ”

The old man trembled and handed the apple in his hand to the beautiful young man, and he didn't know why the original nervousness was slowly relieved. The mood became cheerful, and I even wanted to show a smile.

"Thank you. Placing a gold coin in the old man's hand, Regol said with a beautiful smile. It's really beautiful.

"That guest doesn't need that much money. ”

Seeing the figure of the young man taking the apple and moving away, the old man shouted behind him. Regor didn't look back, he just smiled from heaven and there was no difference from before. Some passers-by noticed the smile, and there seemed to be a flash of wonder and greed in their eyes. How much would such a beautiful man get if he were sold to a slave trader, and how much gold would he get from him from his new extravagance?

This is the city of Herros, and the people here are already poor. Every day they are praying for God's gifts. Hopefully it will rain a little more. This is a desert, and rain is the most life-saving thing. However, the prolonged drought has left the area with little food. It's not that they didn't invite a magician to help with the rain, but everyone knows that magicians are expensive, and even more so they can rain enough to cover the entire city? How could such a place be abandoned? Maybe it was all because of him?

More and more people are dying, and the lack of water is even more terrible than the lack of food. The water source is controlled by the merchants in the city, and if you need it in addition to the bucket of water you get for free every day, you have to buy it. But who can sustain it in the long run? So the only way is to leave. Get out of this furnace. But the cost of leaving town is not at all what ordinary people can afford. So, the only way is to snatch. Only the winner has the value of survival.

"Enough, enough, finally enough. Hans, we can get out of here. ”

The old man couldn't help but rub the gold coin in his hand and muttered in his mouth. Her expression was distorted. He looked very excited. Looking around vigilantly, I saw the greedy eyes of other people. She pretended to hide the gold coin, but because of the slippery hand, the gold coin fell to the ground and quickly bent down to pick it up. At the moment when the people around her rushed by, she hurriedly stuffed the remaining apple and the gold coin into her arms, curled up, and ran to the west. I didn't even have time to put away the blue fabric that was lying on the floor.

"Damn, dead old woman. Chase!"

The group that didn't follow Regol stared at the old man closely. Caught off guard, he was taken aback by the old man's actions. Immediately, like a leading man, he spat and said viciously.

The old man is very flexible. She was familiar with the setting, and after a few turns in the alley, she disappeared. Leaving behind a group of people who were gnashing their teeth as they looked at the broken boxes around here. There are no weaklings here. This is only for the strong. Even if you don't have a strong enough body, even if you don't have enough strength. But you can use everything to make yourself stronger. The world is not suitable for the weak. Not to mention such a world.

"What do you want to do, you've been with me for so long, it's time to come out and meet up. ”

On the silent path, Regol suddenly stopped and said into the air. The people not far from Regor looked at each other, seemed to agree on something, and walked out.

"Boy, leave your money and you're gone. ”

One of the representative figures said this.

I guess there were about twenty or thirty people. Well, a lot.

"What if I say no?" said Regor, his voice soft. It's like whispering in your ear to you. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was complaining about something. His appearance is so endearing that people can't bear to do cruel things to him.

Sure enough, someone was shaken. But then he became firm again. They've had enough of days like this. So I don't want to go on any way.

"Boy, either keep your money or you and all your money will be left. Take your pick. ”

But even this has been affected. It's not deep, but it's there. Regol, who had received an answer that he was satisfied with, seemed to be in a good mood. He smiled softly, the mask with a smile on it.

"I don't choose either. ”

The good things of the world are always demagogic. If the spiritual power is revealed through external objects, this influence will become greater. Your voice, your looks, your eyes, and even your presence can make people crazy, such a terrifying power. What a terrible power.

Regor didn't use magic, and no one knew if he was using magic or not. No mantras, no meditations, not even the magic array. What is that power? Is it made by thought? Just spitting out a word, a word, can cause damage on a large scale. Regor, what power do you have?

I guessed it right. It should be the little young master of the aristocratic family who secretly ran out to play. But it doesn't matter who you are, no matter who you are. We've been in this hell for too long. So, we must, we have to seize any opportunity. Do you know hell where you can only eat one meal a day? Not even an extra sip of water? You can't work without physical strength. This hell has even begun to eat people. Such a hell, climb out of such a hell no matter what. That's what we think.

A fierce gaze erupted in their eyes, and the movements of these people's hands became more and more fierce. It's not like the way he cowered back at the beginning and was afraid that Regor would get hurt. Instead, they wanted to kill him. It doesn't matter, the noble young master is very rich in his hands, as long as he gets his money bag. Even if we can't sell it to a slave trader, we can escape as long as we get the money. Get out of this hell. And he is worthy of being a noble young master, and he has not been contaminated with human life at first glance. Even if the moves are good-looking, they are just fists and legs. Just wait a little longer. We'll be free.

Regor's body was covered with wounds, large and small, and his dark green robe was stained with blood and dust. The vision in front of him seems to be blurry. But he still managed to stand and maintain his dignity.

A knife stabbed him straight in the chest, but he didn't have the strength to dodge it. Is it all over?

Looking at Regol, who finally fell to the ground and fell unconscious, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even if this little young master only used his fists, he caused them a lot of injuries. If it weren't for the knife, it wasn't certain who would have fallen. Fumbling around and pulling out a money bag from him, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief. Is it finally coming to an end?

"How?"

One of them asked, sitting on the ground.

"Damn, this little young master doesn't know thrift at all. There are only a few dozen gold coins in it now. Judging by the fact that he had just bought an apple and used a gold coin, the man with the money bag said with a scolding scolding. He poured out all the remaining gold coins, and threw the money bag aside casually, and his breath was very bad.

"What if you don't go out today, you'll have to wait until seven days from now. For seven days, no one knew whether we were dead or alive at that time. ”

Someone swallowed his saliva. It's not that I didn't want to kill the others. But if the fight starts now, how many will survive?

"You, go and see if the little young master is dead?"

Suddenly it was like I remembered something. The man with the money kicked and kicked a man sitting next to him.

"I'm not dead, I'm still angry. ”

"You put him up, let's go to Krein. ”

It's good that you're not dead. It's good that you're not dead. Even if he was seriously injured, but with his face. Such a beautiful person, even if he is seriously injured, is enough to sell for a good price. Not to mention that we don't want much. As long as you can get out of town. It is impossible for a slave merchant to give up such a good goods. It's good that you're not dead.

"How's it going? Pinching Regor's face, he leaked his countenance. Sanu said to Crein, who was looking at Regor.

"Not bad, yes, yes. But this hurts. "It's clear that Krell is moved. There is no slave trader who would not be impressed by this face. Such a beautiful creature. Such a beautiful face makes people fall in love even in a coma. Even dust could not hide his holiness. Not even a single penny of blood could defile him. Such a person is really exciting.

"You know I want to get out of the city. Only today, otherwise the next time will be seven days later. Seven days later, I couldn't guarantee that I would be alive. So, Clayin, give yourself a price. It doesn't matter if it's the lowest price. I've had enough of this city. I'm going to get out of here. "Didn't hide their purpose. He didn't bother to go around in circles and directly say his bottom line. "Creyin, for the sake of past transactions, don't hold yourself too low. ”

Finally, he laughed. He didn't know what he was laughing at. But I just can't help but want to laugh. The laughter was a little bleak.

"Three hundred gold coins. Clayne said with three fingers out. He sticks out his finger every time he puts a price on it. It's a strange habit.

The completely unexpected price stunned Sanu. Clayne misunderstood what he meant.

"Sanu, you must know that the clothes on this young master's body are worth a lot of money. I guess I'm the only one in the whole city who dares to accept him. And not to mention that he was seriously injured by these factors. Do you really have the right to make decisions for his person? It's not that I don't know about you, Sanu. But for the sake of the past, I'll help you do that once. The young nobleman who attacked him and bought him at the slave market. Sanu, do you know what a sin it is? But I can help you. Sanu, you know what you have to choose. ”

"Deal. ”

Swallowing his saliva, Sanu said. Try to suppress the fear, excitement, etc. in your heart. Can you finally get out of this hell?