The slave was soon taken to the camp by Gould and the others, where the Viscount of Sadland lived. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Go in, Lord Viscount is waiting for you!" Gould squinted at the fellow, and then several cavalry members of the Central Army stepped forward to collect the weapon from his waist, not even caring to let him be alone in the camp with the Lord Viscount.

The slave warrior was a little surprised, but soon said nothing, and walked into the tent in silence.

The tent was not small, much better than that of the slaves who had no fixed camp and could only sleep in the open air. And after this slave warrior walked into the tent, he was surprised to find that there was no one in the tent?

The slave warrior suddenly felt that something was wrong, and at this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and a strong warning suddenly appeared! A sharp wind blade suddenly struck out from the corner! The slave warrior quickly turned over to avoid this unexpected attack, and the next moment, he immediately subconsciously touched his waist, but he felt empty--his knife had already been collected by the Gould before entering the tent!

At this moment, a black figure suddenly attacked him from the corner of the tent! The slave warrior didn't have time to think too much, he subconsciously carried the fighting qi on his body, and then turned his palm back into a knife, and the gray fighting qi on his hand was condensed, and it faintly revealed a little bit of silver, and then he was blocked in front of his chest!

There was a muffled bang, and the slave warrior only felt an extremely powerful force coming from his palm, and then slammed it into his chest. Under the heavy blow, he was directly smashed to the ground by this powerful force, and even one knee was smashed on the ground, and a large piece of sand on the ground was stirred up!

"You!" The slave saw clearly the person attacking him in front of him, and his indifferent face showed a little surprise, and he couldn't help but say in surprise: "You, you are Viscount Sadland?!"

The man in front of him looked tall and thin, and he was looking at him with a smile on his face at the moment, and he was still holding a strangely shaped bone sword in his hand, who was this person who called himself Viscount Sadland!

Qiao Se looked at this slave with a shocked look on his face, and also smiled slightly, but he withdrew the dragon tooth sword in his hand without care, and glanced at him lightly: "Don't look at me so unexpectedly, since you want to choose you to lead my slave private army, I naturally have to assess your strength...... Yes, you really have the strength of a mid-level knight! I'm very satisfied with that!"

“...... I don't understand what you mean?!" The slave warrior came back to his senses at this time, looked at Joseph with a frown, and quickly stood up from the ground, but felt a little numb in his palms!

Hell, isn't this guy calling himself a magician?

Joseph smiled slightly, not caring about the surprised look on the slave warrior's face, just shook his head and squinted at him: "You know what I mean, I have already told you, I am a nobleman, and I am also a county warden who is about to take up his post in the northwest, so I have the right to organize a private army loyal to me - according to the laws of the Empire, I have the right to do this. ”

"That's why you bought us slaves?, do you really plan to use an army of slaves as your private army?!" the slave had a puzzled look on his face when he heard Joseph say this.

"Look at it, and I know that though you seem to be silent all the time, you are much smarter than the slave warriors who know nothing but recklessness and shouting!"

José smiled slightly, and directly withdrew the dragon tooth sword in his hand, and with just a few clicks, the strange weapon was put into his sleeve. Immediately, as if playing a trick, the viscount suddenly took out a leather bag from his sleeve, and then raised his head and took a sip, and only then did a little pleasant look appear on his face.

Then the fellow looked at him, smiled and threw the bag in front of the slave: "Taste it, this is the fruit wine I brought from the city of Gilliat, it tastes very good!"

The slave looked at him with some surprise when he heard Joseph say this, and then hesitated for a moment before taking the wine bag, and sure enough, he smelled a faint smell of wine. This made his heart move, he didn't know how long he hadn't smelled such a familiar smell of wine!

Without the slightest hesitation, the slave warrior directly tilted his head and poured most of the wine bag, before wiping the corners of his mouth and handing the wine bag to Jose again.

"How's it going? I guess you haven't tasted wine in a long time?" asked Joseph with a smile as he took the bag, not caring that the slave had just drunk it.

This kind of approach really made this slave warrior feel a little more kind in his heart - at least this nobleman seemed to be far less annoying than the hypocritical nobles in the imperial capital.

However, he shook his head, and only then did he show a somewhat cold look on his face: "This wine tastes very good, but it's too light, not like a man's wine!"

"Haha, you guy, you are not small, my master gives you wine to drink, and you still dislike the smell of wine is too light?!" Joser squinted at the slave, and suddenly looked at him with a raised brow as if he remembered something: "Then now, tell your name!"

The slave warrior's face showed a somewhat strange look, but he quickly covered it up, the corners of his eyes twitched, and then he said a little stiffly: "Break, my name is break!"

"Broken?" José touched his nose and looked at the emaciated man in front of him, "Do you only have a name?

This guy called "Broken" heard Joseph say this, and his face showed a little gloomy: "I don't have a name, my parents are slaves, I have been kept in captivity in the gladiatorial arena since I was a child, this name was given to me by a gentleman who taught us martial arts." ”

"That's right......" Jose was stunned for a moment, but quickly regained his expression and glanced at him with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't have a surname, from today onwards, you can follow me." Let me tell you clearly, through my observation of you in the past few days, whether it is your martial arts or temperament, I am very satisfied, so I want to promote you to the commander of my private army.

Of course, this is not an official military position in the Empire, but how about I first promise to remove you from your slave status and make you a free man?"

After listening to Joseph's words, he was silent for a moment before his face showed a little eagerness, and then he took a deep breath before looking at Joseph calmly:

“...... Dear master, I would like to be the leader of your private army, but I don't need to be a free man, I just want to be your servant. You can rest assured, and I can also promise that I will be your most faithful servant!"