Scold!

The iron sword did not draw a sword light under Barron's swing, how fast can a child's sword swing? But the man suffered an unexpected attack, and he didn't have time to dodge, and a sword mark appeared on his face.

The man threw away the whip, covered his face and took a step back, the sword marks slowly cracking, and blood soon stained the man's cheeks.

"This little ghost!"

Boom!

The man punched Barron in the face, and before he could even scream, Barron fainted on the feces-covered ground, and the children around him watched Barron be knocked unconscious, and only looked away, which in their eyes was what every new slave suffered.

"! Is this the cub of a sword fighter? It's not even as good as shit! Litter! ”

The man felt the pain on his face, scolding while wiping the blood from his face indiscriminately. Suddenly, the man looked at Barron who had fallen to the ground as if he had thought of something, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"However, this little ghost seems to be able to make me a lot of money!"

A moment later, Barron woke up from where he had fallen, and the man left the place after leaving a torch on the wall, Barron felt the pain on his face and wiped a little of the urine and feces from his face with his hand. He was quiet, from swinging his sword to fainting and waking up, Barron never said a word, just like the other children in this room, but by the light of the fire he could still see that Barron was different from the other children, his eyes were full of hatred.

Perhaps Barron's perennial domestic violence, coupled with the world's malice towards the people at the bottom, has made Barron's psychology unhealthy, and all he thinks about now is how to tear his father to shreds, cut off his head, eat his internal organs, and stuff his eyes into his mouth...... But in this world full of slaves, who is psychologically healthy.

Barron stood up and looked at the children huddled around him, who had no clothes and a rag to cover his shame compared to them. Most of these children are boys, because girls will be bought by some people with strange sexual interests, but these little girls who are sold are not happy, because such a small little girl will not have pleasure at all, only pain.

In fact, most of the children left behind can't survive, after all, who will spend money to buy a child who can't do anything to go back to be a slave, but men will not suffer, if someone comes to buy, five gold coins for boys, ten gold coins for girls; But if any of the children die here, the dead children will appear at the butcher's shop, and the man will receive three gold coins.

Squeak!

The door was pushed open again, and the man walked in with a richly dressed aristocratic man.

"Your Excellency, please...... Please, the goods I recommended to you this time, but they are the best, because he and I have suffered a lot. ”

The man bent over his wounds and flattered the nobleman he had brought in like a dog, but the nobleman had never looked at him squarely, and after spitting at the man, he said, "Oh! Goddess Jasmine, this place is so dirty and smelly, I know you're a devil, and if you can't get anything good, I'll have my gladiators cut off your head and hang it on your door. ”

The man was so frightened by the aristocrat that he kept bending down and nodding, and he didn't dare to speak any more, and quietly led the nobleman to the place where the children were piled up. The man brought the torch close to Barron and was about to introduce the nobleman to his wares when the nobleman stopped him.

"Oh! I know what you want to sell me. ”

The nobleman's face vanished from his previous disgust, and his eyes lit up as if he had seen a treasure, greedily admiring Barron's gesture.

The man moved the torch close to Barron's face, a distance that could be subconsciously dodged. But until the heat scorched Barron's eyelashes and his face turned red from the flames, Barron didn't take a step back, still holding the rusty iron sword, and looked at the two ill-intentioned adults in front of him viciously.

"Yes, you're right, it's the best."

In the firelight, the nobleman's smile was like a demon who had achieved a trick, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose, and he did not laugh out loud, but it was very mad.

The man also smiled, who doesn't want the gold lord to be satisfied, seeing that the nobleman's gaze refused to fall on Barron's body, the man immediately added: "That...... My lord, this kid is the son of Bard, and I don't think it's too bad. ”

"Bard? Oh! That sword fighter, he killed a lot of my slaves, yes, I see, what's his name. ”

The man was stunned, it seemed that he had forgotten Barron's name, and he slapped Barron in the face in annoyance: "Trash, what about you, what's your name!" ”

The man didn't notice what kind of eyes the nobleman behind him was looking at him at this time, Barron, who was slapped in the face, bit his lip tightly, and did not answer the two people in front of him, he was short of breath, and the killing intent exuded by his immature eyes was no worse than that of an adult, and the iron sword in his hand was already clenched, as if he was going to raise his sword to kill at any time.

"Damn! This little ghost, ask you! ”

The man remembered the wound on his face, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he waved his arm to slap Barron again, but at this time, the nobleman grabbed his arm, and then kicked the man into the pile of children with his foot.

The nobleman stepped forward and squatted down, and kindly wiped Barron's face with his hand: "What's your name?" ”

In this country, it is not easy to feel kindness, even his own father, when he beat himself, he was ruthless, Barron, who felt kindness, relaxed his vigilance, hesitated for a while and then made a childish voice.

"Barron."

The man got up from the pile of children, and then continued to bow his head respectfully, but his hand hidden behind his back had already angrily pinched a child's neck, what if he was humiliated by the nobles, the other party was a person who could easily kill himself, and he didn't dare to lie at this time, so he could only take the other slaves in this room to get angry.

"I want it."

Seeing that the nobleman was so happy, the man instantly lost his anger, let go of the child he was pinching in his hand, and approached the nobleman, completely unaware that the child had already died. He said cautiously, "Big ...... Adult, uh...... Fifty gold coins. ”

The nobleman didn't answer the man immediately, his eyes still fell on Barron, and after checking Barron's body again, he turned around and slapped the man to the ground, then spit a mouthful of spit on the man's face, stepped on the place of the spit with his foot, and stepped hard.