Du Chen really didn't understand the thinking of this madman.

Nine out of ten seasick people are vomiting and prostrating, and it can be said that although Ariza is very seasick, he now looks very similar to most seasick people.

Could it be that all seasick people are friends with this madman?

Thinking of this, Du Chen gave the person in front of him a judgment in his heart - he was powerful, but his thinking was a little confused, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a madman.

But he still couldn't offend him, Du Chen smiled with a pleasant face, and said with a smile like coaxing a child: "Can you tell me, what kind of toys can I use to exchange for my servants?"

"Well, this is not in a hurry, you tell me where you got this guy from?" the madman grinned at Du Chen.

Ariza was just a stupid boy that old Foye bought from the slave market, and it is said that when he was bought, the child was only five years old and had a very stupid brain, but because of his great strength, he was used as hard labor by slave traders in the slave market. Old Foyer saw that he was pitiful, so he bought him at a very cheap price and brought him home to be Francis as a companion.

Du Chen truthfully told the origin of Ariza, which was nothing to hide, and many people in St. John's City knew this story.

Unexpectedly, the madman laughed wildly after hearing this, seeing him leaning forward and backward with laughter, and finally falling to the ground and rubbing his stomach, which made Du Chen confused. "Haha, damn it, it's ridiculous, it's the best joke I've heard this year!"

At this time, he really looked like a madman.

After laughing for a long time, the madman finally stopped, sat down by the stake that bound Ariza, and said while drinking: "If my friends knew that you took this guy as a slave and let him go on a boat, he would definitely break your neck!"

When he spoke, he was vicious, and in the gap between his messy hair, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, which made Du Chen's heart palpitate, and he subconsciously touched his neck.

"Honorable Fighting God ......"

"Shut up, I'm not some bullshit god, my name is Roland!"

"Oh, that honorable Mr. Roland, I think you have misunderstood!" Du Chen still didn't quite believe that Roland was a complete psychopath—wisdom is very important to masters, and a true madman can't cultivate a high-level fighting spirit. So he patiently explained, "You see, my servant is seasick, and your friend is seasick, but that doesn't mean that my servant is related to your friend, does it?"

"You have a point!" Roland took a sip of wine and pouted, "But you don't understand, their people all have a feature when they get seasick, No, look at his wrists!"

Following Roland's guidance, Du Chen glanced at Ariza's wrist, this stupid boy was already very strong, and the green tendons on his wrist burst out. And now. His stout arms were covered with small golden lines that were hidden under Ariza's dark complexion and were difficult to spot without looking closely.

Could this be Ariza's racial characteristic?

According to the slave traders who sold him, the child was taken from an orc camp and had some orc blood, but no one knew which tribe of the orcs it was.

"Mr. Roland, can you tell me what race Ariza is?"

Roland squinted at Du Chen, "Why should I tell you? Boy, I won't talk nonsense with you, now I suspect that your servant has something to do with my friend, I must find out, from now on, he belongs to me!"

Du Chen said, "Who is that friend of yours? If he is really Ariza's relative, I want to ......."

"What do you think?" Roland interrupted Du Chen again, "Why should I tell you who my friend is?"

Roland was still unreasonable, but Du Chen calmed down, judging from the conversation just now, he had a clear mind and a flexible brain, although he looked crazy, he definitely wouldn't be a real madman.

If what Roland said was true, then he must have discovered the descendants of his friend, and he couldn't bear to see Ariza as a slave and wanted to take care of him.

This is a good thing, Ariza has a relationship with a 'crystal-level' fighting god, and his own benefits are indispensable!

Why stop it?

Du Chen smiled, "Mr. Roland, I understand what you mean, of course it's okay for him to stay with you, but do you want to ask his own opinion first?"

"Well, listen to that!" Roland was satisfied, for if the little fellow could consult a slave, it meant that he had not treated the child badly!

He rubbed and rubbed on Ariza's body, and it took him half an hour to wake up from the unconscious.

"Young Master, why are you tying me up?" Ariza casually held it up, and broke the hemp rope on his body, and then he staggered to Du Chen's side, rubbed his confused head, and said, "Who is this guy?"

Roland preemptively said, "Boy, do you remember your relatives?"

"You're stupid! hehe, my relatives are here!" he patted Du Chen on the shoulder.

Roland rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I'm asking you, do you remember your relatives of the same race as you?"

"What race am I?" Ariza shook her head blankly. Seeing his stupid appearance, Roland jumped up suddenly, struck him on the head, and said angrily: "Stinky boy, remember, counting you, there are only two people left in your clan! You can forget everything, but you can't forget which clan you belong to!"

Du Chen nodded secretly, it turned out that except for Ariza, there was only one person left in their race, no wonder Roland would be so sure that Ariza had a relationship with his friend.

"Ariza, this gentleman wants you to live with him for a while, would you like to?" Du Chen said with a smile.

"No, I'll follow the young master!" Ariza firmly refused.

Hearing this, Roland jumped up again and slapped Ariza's bald head hard, "Stinky boy, how many people want to be around me and have been kicked into the sea by me, and you are still not happy? If I don't owe your father a favor, I don't bother to care about you, so I will let you be a slave for the rest of your life!"

"Ariza won't leave the young master!" Ariza grabbed Du Chen's arm.

"Tap, tap!" Du Chen looked at Ariza, then at Roland, and said in his heart, this stupid boy, why don't you take it if it's good?

"Ariza, haven't you always wanted to learn vindictiveness, this gentleman can teach you!" Du Chen persuaded.

"I'm a slave, I can't learn to fight!" he still refuses.

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