Mo Chen felt very sad, it had only been more than half a month since he walked out of the small town of Yoria, and after only a few days of free food, he had been gloriously transformed, from a commoner to a slave of the same class as a mule. It's just that I sold myself without money, and it seems that I am worth a few meals. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch!

"Hey. Boy......" The old man grabbed the reins of the horse with both hands, shouting and spitting at Mo Chen.

"It's not dead yet, what's it called?" Mo Chen now regarded this obscene old man as a thorn in his side, and when he saw it, he felt that his hands were itchy and wanted to beat him. But before he had a chance to put it into action, the idea was directly aborted in his brain.

The reason is that one day after autumn, the mosquitoes were playing a symphony in a wanton carnival, and the old head and face were kissed by the mosquitoes for a few pimples, Mo Chen saw the old man wave his hand angrily, and suddenly the temperature around him plummeted, and white ice crystals appeared on the tip of his nose, and the mosquitoes wandering in the air became small ice bumps in the blink of an eye, falling straight down. Not only that, but even the corners of the carriages are hung with pure white Xiaoice pillars. Mo Chen, who was shivering from the cold, suppressed the thoughts of those days that wanted to fight the old man, and the silent thought in his heart was so dangerous, fortunately he didn't do it, otherwise he would have become an ice sculpture, otherwise he would have to hand over tomorrow's work to others.

"Nonsense, will I still call you when you die? "I want to tell you, old man, that it is almost evening in Hiraniblah, and to remind you to get ready. ”

"It's all slaves, what else is there to prepare?Do you want me to prepare to escape?" Mo Chen snorted coldly, "This can be had, but first remove this thing from my forehead." Ever since he woke up and found this mark on his forehead, Mo Chen felt that his life was over. I feel that I can regain my freedom after resigning myself to being a slave for a period of time until I pay off my debts, but this imprint tells him, boy, you will be a slave with complete peace of mind in this life, travel to the mainland or something, and wait for the next life! What is this? This dead old man was directly forced to be branded without his permission!?

He had angrily questioned the old man, who told him in a very strange tone. "Do slaves have the right to bargain? As long as you become a slave, even if you are a slave for a day, then your life is not yours for this day, but your master's! Be content, stinky boy! Fortunately, my old man didn't brand your ugly face!" Mo Chen was dumb when he heard this, and the courage he mustered was like being punctured by a balloon, and he quickly vented up. That day, he cowered behind the carriage, feeling self-pity for himself why he didn't get off the carriage directly at that time, and had to rub someone else's meal. It's good now, the belly is full, the freedom is gone, and the little life is still tightly held in the hands of others.

"Run, where can you run, how far can you run, as long as this imprint is on you, Your Highness can order you to run back by yourself at any time. No one is worried that you will run away, can you not be funny?!Actually, old man, I kindly remind you and tell you to be ready to let His Highness get off the car......

Mo Chen wanted to ask the owner of the crimson hair for a long time, and what was he doing in the imperial capital this time? After all, he couldn't hold back the question in his heart, "Old man, what are we going to the empire for?" And who is the crimson-haired woman?"

The old man glared at Mo Chen, lowered his voice and said, "What is a crimson-haired woman? she will be your ......"

"It's the master of my life in the future, right! Can you change the word? What about that woman? It's just that the blood is higher, what else can she do?" Mo Chen didn't think so, what was the big deal. "Do ......you really think you're scared because of your high blood?

Before he finished speaking, he was covered by the old man, "You idiot, as long as you are dissatisfied with Your Highness in your heart, the brand on your forehead will transmit your thoughts into Your Highness's mind, what you just said can only hope not to be known by Your Highness, otherwise ......"

"Old butler, I already know. Natalia lifted the curtain and said calmly, without the slightest awareness of an eavesdropper. At the same time, the burgundy eyes looked at Mo Chen with a smile.

Mo Chen was enraged by the faint mockery in Natalia's eyes, and pushed away the old man's hand covering his mouth, like a fighting rooster, erecting the feathers on his neck to put pressure on the other party. "What if you know?"

"Not well, I'm just stating a fact. Natalia shook her head, strands of crimson hair fluttering in the air. "What do you want to know? I'll tell you directly, don't be so inhibited. ”

"......" Sister Yu's honest answer made Mo Chen at a loss. I thought that after being hit by myself, the crimson and beautiful royal sister who was like a raging flame would erupt suddenly like an active volcano, who knew that it was one thing for others to not treat herself at all, and it was just her own foolish idea to make her angry.

"What's wrong?" Natalia played with a few black crystals in her hand, its original owner, Mochen, and now Mochen's owner is Natalia.

"Who are you, what are we going to do in the imperial capital?"

"It's my fault that I haven't told you my name for so long, and now please allow me to introduce myself belatedly. My name is Natalia O. de la Locke. Natalia had a flawless smile on her face, cold, but unpickable. "One of the six branches of the royal family, the family is located in Delarocle, the fifth city of the empire. The bloodline is the descendant of the gods that you disdain very much...... "The old man told himself some time ago, aren't the royal family all Ou Narayana, why is she a royal family but O. Delorak?

"It's not O. Delorac, it's O. de la Locke. As for why it's not O. Narayana, it's because I haven't become Ram yet! When I became Ram, my surname was naturally upgraded to O. Narayana. Natalia corrected the wrong surname in Mo Chen's heart, and gave him a little science about the surname of the royal family.

"Can you know everything in my mind at any time!?" Everything she was thinking in front of her was like a black letter on a white letter, as long as she was not illiterate or blind, she could see it clearly. This damn bullshit contract, this old immortal lewd old man!

"The closer we are, the more I can clearly sense your thoughts that fluctuate in your heart. Natalia smiled slightly, which made Mo Chen's back feel cold. This smile should be a warning!

"The third question is, I went to Hiraniblah to study. ”

"Oh!"

"Is there anything else you want to ask? I'll try to help you out. ”

"Is there really no way to remove this brand, I don't want to be like this for the rest of my life?" Mo Chen didn't expect Natalia to answer, staring at the wheat field and humming.

"Be my servant, and I will give you what many people will not get, rights and status, this is my promise to you. ”

"I'm not interested in any of these things...... Some people might want to be a slave for you, but I don't have that in mind. And I don't have the ability to protect someone as noble as you, so I'm just a burden as far as the situation is concerned. Mo Chen hung his head, played with his fingers, and whispered. "To a wilted boy from the edge of the desert, you promise that these rights and status are less important than freedom. Although this so-called freedom seems ridiculous to you......"

Mo Chen's words silenced everyone who heard the carriage, "Freedom is not ridiculous, it is those who laugh at freedom. The old man's voice cut through the short silence, and then looked at Mo Chen with indifferent eyes, "The world is like this, begging can't be exchanged for freedom! It's true that I made you a slave, but this system has been passed down for thousands of years." If you don't want to be a slave for the rest of your life, then use your own hands to break the shackles brought to you by this era. It's useless to just talk about incendiary nonsense!"

If the old man's words were heard by others, they would definitely be regarded as a great rebellion, but none of the three people present thought so, but felt that the old man's words were so reasonable, which made their hearts ripple differently.

Time goes on, and the road still has to go on.