Gray moth. Sablin woke up slowly, he felt a fierce hunger pang throughout his body, and he was about to get up, only to find himself half-seated on a stool tied to a chain.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and found himself in a dimly lit room, with the smell of mildew filling his nostrils, and it was clear that this was not a good place.

After struggling for a while, the gray moth's heart suddenly cooled half, and it was tied very tightly, and he couldn't break free from the two of them, and the most disgusting thing was that the other party actually tied each of his fingers separately, leaving him no chance at all.

"What the hell is going on, that dead fat pig betrayed Lao Tzu?" He was shocked and angry in his heart, he came out to mix for so many years, but he didn't expect it to be planted this time.

Due to hunger, he struggled for a while before exhausting the strength he had, and had to temporarily accept his fate. However, he was not very panicked in his heart, since the other party caught him and did not directly ask for his life, it showed that he was still valuable.

'If you have value, you still have a chance,' he thought to himself, and began to wait for a chance to get out of trouble.

Soon, a middle-aged man who looked a little honest walked in, with a smile on his face, like an honest farmer.

"How do you feel when you finally wake up?" Old Jack came to him with a smile, just as an old friend asked about his condition.

"Hehe, if you have these things strapped to you, you'll know, I'm curious, how did you catch me?" The gray moth didn't look surprised, and was in the mood to ask him rhetorically.

The smile on Old Jack's face became even stronger when he heard this, he waved his hand and said: "It's not appropriate to use the grab, you should say that it was the great and merciful lord who saved your life, why did you stay in the town before, you know for yourself, doesn't it feel different now?" ”

His words made the gray moth frown without a trace, as he said, he was going to fly away, but he didn't go far before he felt dizzy and weak, and he had to live in the town.

And with the passage of time, the feeling of powerlessness in his body became more and more serious, as if something was draining his strength, until he lost consciousness later, and now although he was very hungry, he no longer had that feeling.

He was silent, and from the fact that the lord they said had indeed saved his life.

There was silence for a long time before he asked, "Did you find out why?" ”

"Hehe, of course, but you don't have to know that well. Now that the small talk is over, tell me about you, what is your name, where are you from, why did you enter the castle to shoplift? ”

Old Jack's smiling face inadvertently flashed a cold light, if the other party cooperated, he could suffer a lot less.

The gray moth lowered its head, and after a long time, said, "Give me something to eat, and you can ask whatever you want when the time comes." ”

Old Jack would naturally satisfy him at this little request, and called a jailer to give him a few orders, and soon brought him a large piece of black bread and a bowl of water, and fed him.

The gray moth was already hungry with his chest against his back, and he stretched his neck to nibble on the black bread like a brick, and the coarse bread made him roll his eyes, and he quickly drank a few sips of water to smooth it out.

A pound of black bread was gnawed clean by him, he usually didn't look at it, it was the food of the poor at the bottom, but now it was more fragrant than anything else.

Licking the remaining breadcrumbs on his lips, he sorted out his thoughts and said, "My name is Gray Moth. Sablin, from a barony far away from here, probably dozens of days away, you don't know.

You ask me why I steal, you're not talking nonsense, of course I don't have any money to spend, the aristocracy and rich businessmen, all of them are so rich, I just take some out and use them. ”

Although he is already a prisoner, he is still full of ridicule when he speaks, and he means that if you are unhappy, you will kill me.

Looking at this thief who hated the rich, Old Jack didn't know how to ask for a while, in fact, according to what he meant, the gray moth's behavior was already a capital crime, and he was hanged directly.

But the lord seemed to want to keep him, I don't know what kind of consideration, he didn't dare to say much, glanced out covertly, and then said: "It seems that you hate the nobles and the rich, and I am very interested in your experience." ”

Although the gray moth looks like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, its eyes have never stopped observing, and old Jack's movements just now were very careful, but he still found it.

As soon as his eyes rolled he understood, smiled sarcastically, and then began to narrate slowly:

Grey Moth was not a proper name, but his surname, Sablin, came from a genuine nobleman, the illegitimate son of Baron Sablin, and his status was not much better than that of a servant.

Because his mother was only a lowly maid, he had lived in hunger and cold since he was a child, and perhaps had an extraordinary talent for theft. One winter, to fill himself and his mother, he steals a turkey from the baron's banquet.

It was one of the few times he ate meat, and it was the first time he had stolen it, and he waited for a few days in fear, but the baron did not find out.

So he gradually became emboldened, not only stealing food, but also a small amount of possessions and medicinal herbs, because his mother suffered from a very serious lung disease.

He had fallen into the dust, kneeling down and begging his cold-blooded father to save his mother, which was nothing more than a matter of lip service for him.

But he just glanced at the gray moth in disgust, and looked at him like toilet paper in a pit, and then got up and hurried to the banquet.

The gray moth will never forget that banquet, which was attended by rich merchants and nobles, and each of the gifts they gave him was enough to heal his mother.

On a cold winter night, he knelt outside the door of the banquet hall, inside and outside of which was a very different world, and he prayed that his father would find out in his conscience and come out to heal the poor woman by leaking something between his fingers.

But he was disappointed, and the high Baron Sablin sent his servants to beat him and then drag him out of his sight, on the grounds that he had disgraced him.

This sentence made the gray moth completely desperate, so he began to steal medicinal herbs and belongings to keep his mother alive, he was indeed a natural thief, and he has never been discovered.

But what's the use of that? His mother died one winter night, and he could only watch her life fade before his eyes, perhaps to be proud of the fact that she died covered with a warm and comfortable quilt.

The Baron of Sablin, knowing that the "lowly" servant had died, did not say anything, except that the body was taken away, and the gray moth did not even see his face.

Since then, he has hated all the nobles, believing that they can no longer be called human beings, they are all cold-blooded and ruthless.

One night, taking advantage of the lax guards, he infiltrated the Baron's castle, and as a young man, he managed to steal the enchanted ring that the Baron regarded as his life, and set it on fire.

The raging flames not only engulfed the castle, but also unleashed the endless hatred in his heart.

After doing all this, he fled, taking with him only twelve bronzes and the stolen enchanted ring, and wandered many places along the way, and saw how high the nobles and the rich were.

Unconsciously, he went from hating the aristocracy to hating all the rich. Wherever he went, he patronized the rich wherever he went, and used some of the stolen money for himself and distributed some of it.

In the process, his theft methods became more and more sophisticated, and his tools became more diverse, and no one caught him for more than ten years.

This time, if it weren't for the strange ring and the rat caller, he would have fled.

Ryan listened to his story behind the door, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart, a mortal who didn't have any extraordinary power on his body, he had stolen for more than ten years without a single miss, and he also played with many transcendent people between applause.

What a gift!

He suddenly had the idea of wooing, this is a proper talent, although he can't be on the stage, but sometimes someone needs to do things off the table.

It's just that such a person must be unruly, and it is difficult to take him down by conventional means, so he has to start from scratch and lock him up for a few days.

Old Jack continued to interrogate, but Ryan had no intention of listening, a poor man who had gone astray. It can only be said that he acts in a very measured manner, but if he hurts someone, Ryan can't keep him!

Back at the castle, he went to visit Xiyue, who had just woken up, and it was strange to say that the two of them seemed to be born to rush, and Xiyue had been calm for so long when she walked out of the Eternal Forest.

Unexpectedly, since she met Ryan, she has been wandering in the ghost gate twice, that is, there is no such thing as a fortune teller in another world, otherwise she would have to calculate the eight characters.

Looking at the weak Xiyue, Ryan also felt a little guilty in his heart, this time thanks to her desperate efforts, otherwise with just a crystal bomb, the life and death of their group would be unpredictable.

"Are you feeling better?" Ryan asked with concern as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

Xiyue was still the same grinning look, and said nonchalantly: "What can it be?" Every injury is a testimony to my brave adventures, and when I return to the Eternal Forest, these are the capital of this elf to show off. ”

The corners of Ryan's mouth twitched, and if he hadn't heard someone inhale cold air in pain before entering the door, he would have believed it.

"I instructed Joel to boil you a nourishing decoction, two bowls a day, which can not be discounted, and will help you recover."

When the elf heard this, a pretty face suddenly squeezed into a ball, and said reluctantly: "What are you doing with this little injury?" ”

Who would have thought that this elf who didn't know how long she had lived and who was a high-level elf was actually afraid of bitterness, and the medicine she had boiled when she was injured before was just a little bitter, as if it had killed her.

Ryan naturally understood what he was thinking, and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, I asked him to add sugar to you, to ensure that there is no bitter taste, and drink it obediently." ”

'How is it a bit like coaxing a child?' As soon as the words came out, Ryan muttered in his heart, his mother seemed to say the same thing when he didn't drink medicine in his previous life.

Xiyue also blushed when she heard this, and said loudly: "You should coax the child? A bowl of medicine is like drinking water. ”

"No sugar added to that?"

"You want to repent?"

……

Looking at her appearance, Ryan suddenly felt that it was quite fun and suitable to be an atmosphere group.

After staring at the other party and drinking the medicine, Ryan remembered that he still had to sign the Demon Beast Blood Contract, and the sooner the blood contract was signed, the better.

After all, with Ryan's cultivation speed, the gain for it in the early stage is very large, and it is a waste to be a day late.

Of the three silver-winged wolves, one was given to his sister Susan, and one was himself, and the last one was naturally biased towards Delai and Allen in his heart, but this time, Xiyue's contribution was the greatest.

"Keep it for her for now, if you don't need to think about others." Ryan thought to himself.

Immediately took out the blood contract presented by Chels, the material was a certain kind of Warcraft skin, and the magic used for writing was mixed with Warcraft blood mixed with cinnabar and other things.

There are many terms listed above, but they are all equal terms, after all, Warcraft is an important combat partner, not an enslaved slave, and the power of both sides is basically equal.

Signing a contract is simple, just leave a mark on the contract with your blood. Ryan took a wolf cub who had the least resistance to him, and lured him with dried meat, and finally the ignorant wolf left a mark on the contract.

With the dripping of Ryan's blood, the originally ordinary blood contract actually began to exude strange fluctuations, and every word on it was slightly emitting a scarlet light.

Then, it actually floated out of thin air, and the light where the mark of a man and a beast had left was unusually dazzling. Ryan suddenly felt that something was in the dark and glanced at him, which made his heart tremble, and the little wolf also shrunk into a ball in his arms, his eyes showing fear.

Fortunately, that feeling quickly disappeared, and the blood pact in the air began to burn strangely, and it was quickly burned out, leaving no ashes behind.

With a "hum", Ryan felt a shock in his head, and then remembered a strange and immature voice and said, "What was it just now, it's terrible." ”

Ryan was stunned for a moment, looked at the little wolf in his arms, and immediately reacted that it was "talking".

He couldn't help but sigh at the magic of this world, a small blood contract, which allowed him to communicate with the demonic beasts, and even knew the thoughts in each other's minds.

"Legend has it that the signing of the blood contract is under the witness of the god of contract, and if you violate the contract, you will be punished by the god of contract by extracting your soul, could it be the gaze of the gods just now?"

Ryan couldn't help but get goosebumps as he thought back to what he had just felt, it was an irresistible grandeur, and he couldn't think of a better answer than the gods.

O gods, legend has it that they are omnipotent, omniscient. Ryan thought it was a bit exaggerated, but there was no doubt that the god stood at the top of the world, and it was easier to crush him than to blow his breath.

He was not a believer, but he was in awe of it.

The little wolf in his arms looked at him in confusion, with his current age, it was not easy to express the full meaning, and he couldn't understand the complex thoughts in Ryan's mind.

Ryan touched the suplice fur on its body, thought for a moment, and said, "I'll give you a name too, let's call it Patton." ”

Seriously, he would love to be named "Big Big Wolf".

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(End of chapter)