"Master, they're coming towards us." The soldier reminded in a whisper.

But before Zuo Si could say anything, the fat man recognized him at a glance, and immediately walked over with the support of the two slaves, and asked sharply in a very friendly and impolite tone: "Hey! Gremlin! Did you see that damn black-skinned bitch? ”

"First, I don't call me a hey, I don't call a ghost. Second, even if I see it, what obligation do I have to tell you? Most importantly, didn't your parents teach you what politeness is? ”

Zuo Si raised his head, his eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

If the other party asks in a good voice, or is a little polite, he doesn't mind doing a small favor at all.

But the problem is that the mentality of this dead fat man has obviously collapsed.

Coupled with the severe pain in the lower half of his body, he couldn't stay calm at all, and his temper became extremely irritable.

For this kind of guy who will only find others to be angry with himself, Zuo Si has always pursued the principle of "I am not your father, and I will not get used to you".

What's more, the heavily armored soldier had already stepped forward at the first time, raised his shield, drew his sword, and put on a fighting posture.

"You...... What do you want to do? ”

The fat man was obviously taken aback, and hurriedly retreated.

His other guards, servants, and slaves also rushed over.

A guard in armor and armed with a scimitar seemed to want to show himself in front of his employer, and immediately beckoned several companions to surround the soldiers, sneering and threatening: "Although I don't know who you are!" But now it's better to lay down your arms and get on your knees to apologize to my master. Otherwise......"

Before he could finish speaking, the soldier interrupted in an emotionless tone: "How else? ”

"Humph! Toast without eating, eat and punish drinking. Brothers! Above! Give him some color! ”

Annoyed, the guards swung their scimitars and attacked at the same time as several of their companions.

The weapons in their hands glowed silver in the moonlight, and they slashed down in unison.

Next Second......

The tower-like soldier suddenly raised his shield and slammed it hard.

Bang!

The two guys in front of them staggered back, couldn't keep their balance at all, and fell to the ground on their backs.

In just one shot, its huge power gap has been vividly reflected.

At the same time, the long sword clenched in the soldier's other hand also stabbed out at lightning speed.

Piercing the chest of an unlucky guy on the spot, blood gushing out like a fountain.

The thick leather armor he wore couldn't resist the puncture of the +1 long sword at all.

But anyone who is not blind understands that this guy's heart has been pierced, and he must be hopeless.

As for the other two guards, although they both took the opportunity to cut the heavy armor on the soldier's body, they did not cause even the slightest damage.

It only leaves an inconspicuous scratch on the surface of the sturdy armor.

The astonishing defense of the heavy armor against slashing and piercing damage was vividly demonstrated at this moment.

For the next few seconds, the soldier acted like a Terminator, first backhanding the guy who was sneaking up on him from behind.

Then he turned around and grabbed another scimitar-wielding guard, and pinched the opponent's neck with a terrifying grip.

And that's not all!

When the last two fallen enemies got up from the ground and tried to flee for their lives, he charged after them and killed them with military swordsmanship.

In less than half a minute!

All five guards are dead!

The soldier, on the other hand, did not even breathe, as if he had just done a warm-up exercise.

The blood-stained helmet and heavy armor made him look suffocating and oppressive.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the heavy sound of steel boots on the ground, the remaining guards, servants, and slaves were so frightened that they didn't care about the dead fat man who was sitting on the ground trembling all over, and ran away in all directions.

"Nope! No! No! You can't kill me! Otherwise, Clive won't let you go! The fat man shouted at the top of his voice.

"Clive?"

The soldier's sword, which he was about to cut down, stopped in mid-air, turned sideways and looked at his master, waiting for him to make a decision.

But before Zuo could think about who the name "Clive" was, another fat bald man with a fat body and his men suddenly appeared.

"Kill it! This hawl is my enemy's men! Since you have encountered it, there is no reason to let it go. ”

The leader of the Thieves' Guild, Epke, expressed his attitude bluntly.

By repeatedly interrogating the captured nezumi leader, he has undoubtedly figured out who exactly is secretly playing tricks.

"Then kill it."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

After receiving the order, the soldier immediately completed the execution halfway through the execution.

Moment!

This fat man of more than 300 pounds and a fat body was cut off his head.

Dark red blood gushed out from the major arteries in his neck, quickly staining the ground around him.

It even forms a large pool of plasma.

After collecting a little bit of the remaining mana on the corpse, Zuo Si immediately asked with interest, "Why are you here?" ”

"Hahahaha! It's not because of the information you provide! I've finally caught Warren Paris, the bastard who never pays protection money. Guess how much money I got from him with interest? Epke asked with a laugh.

He was obviously in a very good mood at the moment, and the fat on his body was trembling with laughter.

“50000？”

Zuo Si reported a relatively conservative figure.

After all, the Thieves' Guild in Port Carlin is not pursuing a strategy of "fishing with all the water".

Rather, it will leave enough profit margins for merchants and small vendors to ensure "sustainability".

“80000！”

Epke gestured a higher number with his hand and continued in a very happy tone: "I will never forget the wonderful expression on Warren Paris's face at that time!" Thank you, Lord South. If it weren't for you, it wouldn't be easy to catch this cunning old fox. Here's a reward of 40,000 gold, so be sure to accept it. ”

With that, the guild leader waved for one of his men to bring over the leather bag full of gold coins and money orders.

Coincidentally, this leather bag is the one that Zuo Si used to buy the little devil before.

It turned around and returned to his hands.

"Then I'll be disrespectful."

Zuo Si didn't refuse, and simply chose to accept it.

Because that's what he deserves.

The man named Warren Paris would probably never know.

Why, as soon as the auction ended, the thieves' guild that controlled the docks came to the door with people and armed to collect protection money.

The most important thing is that this time the collection of principal and interest directly wiped out the results of his previous successful "tax evasion".

It is estimated that the whole ship is being searched at this time, looking for possible traitors.

Anyway, Warren Paris and his team are not a good thing in themselves to capture and trade slaves, and Zuo Si Hei eats black without the slightest psychological pressure.

Inside and out, he is not only equivalent to prostituting a little devil for nothing, but also earns an extra 35,000 gold coins.

As for whether the other party will track down the most suspicious "Young Master Hardeman" in this auction......

Just let them find out.

By the time he found out, Zuosi had already left Port Carlin and followed the caravan on its journey to Azkatra.

Given the city-states on the west coast of the continent of Faerun, the loose structure of state rule, and the rampant bandits, evil organizations, and monster tribes, trying to find someone is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.