When the mage maneuvered the giant god soldiers back to the lowlands, more than fifty soldiers had already commanded the slaves to start cleaning the battlefield, and these people looked at the returning mages with deep awe in their eyes.

The slaves' expressions were timid and humble, and they saw the power of the steel monsters, and they had no desire to resist, and even the slave named Bonis had a muddy face, and he was the kind of slave whom the slave owner admired the most.

Except for his accomplices, of course, no one would know that he harbored evil intentions, and this effort was secretly aimed at the hands and claws of the giant god soldiers.

The tips of those massive steel claws clutched a bloody corpse.

When he saw the dead body, a curse among slaves suddenly came to his mind:

Flattening you with a punch.

The users of this phrase are usually rough orcs, and of course, their fists can kill people, but it is still very difficult to smash people.

Obviously, this kind of thing is easy for the Titan Soldiers.

The bones were crushed to pieces, and the torso that was held in the shape of a meat bag by the muscles did not frighten the people, because they had seen the more miserable corpses just now. What scares is the face of the bandit leader.

The bald head drooped, and the fierce expression of the stiff muscles made the onlookers seem to be able to hear the howl coming from the wide mouth of the blood basin, as well as the despair and unwillingness in the howl.

This made the slaves extinguish all dissentness in an instant.

It is foreseeable that this situation will continue for some time.

"Kurtan. Some of the soldiers who looked a little like Nancel rolled their throats, his gaze still focused on the corpse's face: "He's the chief of the Towermen." ”

"Chief?" Penny squinted at the miserable chieftain, thinking that he hadn't chased the wrong person.

"Your Excellency. Ansel leaned closer, his expression respectful: "I heard when I was serving on the border, this is a famous horse bandit in the south of Serre, who has been roaming this land for many years, and if you take off his head, this heroic deed will definitely spread throughout the south of Serre." ”

Spread all over the south of Serre?

The corners of the mage's mouth moved, as if he was smiling, in fact, he had a bit of a sense of irony, after the Sanophon incident, his little mage already had a certain reputation in Serge.

Although this bit of fame is not too big due to some necessary covering, he also knows very well that from now on, there is no need for him to deliberately pretend to be low-key.

Because he can't keep a low profile anymore.

Darren Moore's role in the incident, coupled with the sensitive area under his jurisdiction, will surely attract the attention of many people in the future, and in such a situation, no matter how conservative and low-key, he will still be as conspicuous as a candle in the middle of the night in the eyes of many.

Although he is still a small person in the Red Robe Mage Society, he can no longer be said to be an 'insignificant' little person.

"Perhaps, I've got some weight. ”

Penny stared at Kurtan's hideous head for a moment, and the thought came to him.

At least this is the case in the southern part of Ser, not to mention that in addition to the high-level mages who are loaded with a large number of red-robed mages, in the other strata of Serre and most of Faerun, a mage who has come into contact with the spells of the Fourth Ring can no longer be called a small person.

He had a strange feeling of mixed feelings in his heart, and he raised his head and exhaled.

"My lord, we have caught some people, you see, this one does not seem to be a barbarian from Tucan. ”

Ansel stated, and beside him, two of his men dragged a young man in a black robe up.

This man was the black-robed apprentice who had been thrown to the ground by the leader of the Tucans and escaped his life, and the time of his dizziness had passed, and he saw the scrutinizing eyes of the mage on the other side, and knew that it was time for life and death.

"Can you explain why you're in this place, this apprentice?"

Penny frowned, it was not difficult for him to recognize the apprentice's attire on this man's body, so suspicion naturally arose in his heart, he asked, two eyes fixed on the apprentice's face.

"My lord, I just happened to be there, and to tell you the truth, I was agonizing over how to raise a ransom from them to buy my freedom. The black-robed apprentice's eyes rolled as he thought of an excuse.

"So, you were kidnapped by them?" the mage's eyebrows tightened deeply, with the ferocity of these Tucans, kidnapping one or two wealthy mage apprentices for extortion was indeed not something to be surprised about. ,

"That's right, that's exactly ......" The black-robed apprentice was overjoyed and hurriedly agreed.

"Nonsense, treacherous Sergeans!" A gasping rebuke came into the ears of everyone present from Sergeant Sergeant Searle, who was cleaning the battlefield on the other side, "It's clear that you are the one who is trying to instigate us to plunder these guys." ”

The man who spoke was dressed in nomadic inlay cloth armor with thin braids on his forehead, a Tucanma bandit who was lucky enough to survive for various reasons but was caught by the Searles who were cleaning the battlefield.

The Tucan's words made the black-robed apprentice's face stiffen for a moment.

"He's, he's talking nonsense, my lord. He saw Penny's inexplicable gaze sweeping up and down his body, and suddenly remembered that the fabric of his clothes seemed to be overly luxurious, which made him feel extremely strong danger, and quickly opened his mouth to explain.

In addition to being anxious, he stammered a little.

Penny nodded at Ansel, and the Searle knights understood, and ordered his men to drag the black-robed apprentice to the side, and torture them with the remnants of the Tucans.

Soon the howls of crying fathers and mothers echoed in the night sky.

The mage was still very confident in the torture skills of the Ser soldiers.

And Ansel did not disappoint him, and after a while, he brought a report.

"My lord, the intent on assassinating you is two groups from China...... Adults. Selkaman's expression seemed a little hesitant, but in the end he chose to report truthfully in cautious terms: "One of them doesn't know, but this black-robed apprentice seems to be the nephew of the governor of Sabantha County in the south." ”

"Oh?" said Penny's face.

It was more than he imagined.

At the same time, his mood became a little unpleasant, and the governor of Saban had begun to try to use this method.

Thankfully, Sheckel and a few other dignitaries had rushed to Hillen from the sea with a bunch of supplies, otherwise it would have been more likely that something would have caused an accident tonight.

The thoughts in his head swirled as he began to think about how to get revenge on his obnoxious boss.

Obviously, although there is great disharmony inside, the method of assassination is still a disgraceful category within the Red Robe Mage Society.

And Penny, weighing his own weight, does not seem to be in a position to confront Antrentz directly.

But if you don't fight back at all, you will only appear cowardly and give in......

"My lord, the apprentice ......," Knight Serre asked.

The mage suddenly had a good idea.

"Chopped. ”

He raised his head and gave such an order.

Ansel nodded in response, and a moment later, the sound of flesh and bone splitting rang out abruptly.

At the same time, a shrill scream caused the crows pecking in the lowland flesh swamp to spread their wings and scatter in all directions.

......

The saltiness of the bay with the smell of ripe coconut palms.

This is Sabanshire.

Although the terrain is not very good, the abundant products and unique location make it not barren.

During the peak trading season, a large number of merchants from the sea and north converged here, with the occasional visitor from the south...... Well, the leaders of Saban seldom counted how these people came in, and they didn't refuse to come as long as they could bring wealth here.

A large amount of money and taxes poured into the pockets of the consul Dimiit Andrenz and his henchmen, and they were exchanged for luxurious dwellings, more extravagant daily necessities, larger laboratories, and a large number of precious magical materials.

For mages, money is second only to methodology, and when the arcane research process stalls, and the mage himself is not sure whether he can continue to improve, money will replace methodology as the most desired thing for mages.

Dimmit Antrent was no exception, sitting behind his silver-plated desk, looking at the heartwarming numbers on his tax form.

He put down the papers in his hand, looked out the window, and felt that the meaning of life seemed to be sublimated in the moment when he was satisfied.

However, a shallow haze in his heart interfered with his interest at this time.

Because he remembered it, it seemed that the war in the south was still interfering with his source of income.

More smuggling trade, more slaves captured by bandits, higher taxes on trade.

If the chaos in Helen is over, what else will he gain?

He pursed his lips and began to look forward to news from the north.

Because just a few days ago, news came from his beloved nephew that he had cooperated with Andome to convince the famous horse bandit gang 'Towermen' to intercept that damned junior. ,

The prestige of the Tamen Gang, he knows very well, this is the nightmare of all Nancel's merchants, and it is also the existence that makes the mage a headache.

I believe that the junior mage can't be the opponent of these wolf-like bandits.

The corners of his mouth curved into an arc, which was a smile in his chest.

For he himself was not sure of breaking away from the attack of the tower gate in the situation described by his nephew.

Click.

Just as he was thinking, the door opened, and his disciple with a scar on his head walked in.

"Marchi, what's the matter?"

Antrentz raised her eyebrows, looking relaxed.

He lifted the glass jug containing the tea concocted by the precious Am's black tea, and the crystal tea poured out of the delicate transparent spout, and the parabolic water fell into the teacup on the table: "Do you want a cup?" ”

"No, dear teacher. The red-robed mage gasped twice.

Hearing this, Antrent raised his head, and he found that this disciple's expression was solemn, and there was a feeling of discomfort in his heart at the same time.

I'm afraid this disciple's arrival is not good news.

His instincts had always been accurate, so his mood gradually cooled a little.

The teapot was still pouring tea, and as Antlonz maintained his posture, the tea quickly bubbled out of the teacup and dripped down the table top to the floor, making a gurgling sound.

But Antrent still hasn't had time to make amends.

Because of Marcchi's report: "Your Excellency, the Lord of the Town of Hillen passed by Saban with his procession, and their men carried bamboo poles hanging from their heads, and trumpeted the deeds of exterminating the Tamen bandits. ”

"What?!" Antrentz shook his hand, and the glassy teapot was scattered to the ground in a series of loud cracking sounds.

"And the heads, one of them...... It seems to be ......"

Before the disciple could finish speaking, Antrent had already strode to the door, waved his hand away from the people who were in the way, and strode out of the mansion.