From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 142 The Man Who Goes Wrong【4K】

Gray Moth Sablin woke up slowly. He only felt a violent sense of hunger spread all over his body. He was about to get up, but found that his whole body was tied by iron chains and half-sat on a stool.

There was a "thump" in his heart, he opened his eyes and looked around, and found himself in a dark room, with the smell of mildew filling his nostrils, obviously, this was not a good place.

After struggling for a while, Gray Moth's heart suddenly became cold, and it was tied so tightly that he couldn't break free even if he was tied together. The most disgusting thing was that the other party tied each of his fingers separately. No chance was left to him.

"What the hell is going on, that dead fat pig betrayed me?" He was startled and angry in his heart, after so many years of wandering around, he didn't expect to be confused this time.

Due to hunger, after struggling for a while, he exhausted all his strength and had to accept his fate for the time being.But he wasn't very panicked. Since the other party caught him and didn't directly kill him, it meant that he was still valuable.

"If you have value, you still have a chance," he thought secretly, and began to wait for the opportunity to get out of trouble.

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

"You finally woke up, how do you feel?" Old Jack came to him with a smile, just like an old friend asking about his illness.

"Hehe, you will know if you have these things tied to your body. I'm curious, how did you catch me?" Gray Moth asked him with a calm expression.

The smile on Old Jack's face became even stronger when he heard this, he waved his hands and said, "It's not appropriate to use grabbing, you should say that it was the great and benevolent lord who saved your life, why did you stay in the town before? I know, does it feel different now?"

What he said made Gray Moth frowned indistinctly. As he said, he was going to go far away, but he felt dizzy and weak after walking far, so he had no choice but to stay in a small town.

And with the passage of time, the feeling of powerlessness in my body became more and more serious, as if something was taking away my strength, until I lost consciousness later on. Although I am very hungry now, I no longer have that feeling.

He was silent, starting from the facts, the lord they said had indeed saved his life.

After a long silence, he asked, "Have you found out the reason?"

"Hehe, of course, but you don't need to know so clearly. Now that the chat is over, tell me about you, what is your name, where are you from, and why did you enter the castle to steal?"

A cold light flashed inadvertently on Old Jack's smiling face. If the other party cooperates, he can save a lot of suffering.

Gray Moth lowered his head, and said after a long time: "Give me something to eat, and you can ask whatever you want then."

Old Jack would naturally satisfy this little request. He called a jailer to give some instructions, and soon brought him a large piece of black bread and a bowl of water, and fed him to eat.

Gray Moth, already hungry, stuck his chest to his back, stretched his neck and gnawed on the brick-like black bread. The rough bread choked him so much that he rolled his eyes, and quickly drank a few sips of water to smooth it out.

A one-pound piece of black bread, which he gnawed cleanly. He usually doesn't even look at it. It is the food of the poor, but now it tastes better than anything else.

He licked the remaining bread crumbs on his lips, organized his thoughts and said, "My name is Gray Moth Sablin, and I come from a baronie far away from here, maybe dozens of days away, and you don't even know it.

You ask me why I steal, you are not talking nonsense, of course I have no money to spend, nobles and rich merchants, all of them are filthy rich, I just use some of it. "

Although he is already a prisoner, he still has full sarcasm points when he speaks, as if you are upset, you will hack me to death.

Looking at this thieves who hated the rich, Old Jack didn't know how to ask for a moment. In fact, as far as he was concerned, Gray Moth's behavior was already a capital crime, and he could just be hanged.

But the lord seemed to want to keep him. He didn't know what kind of consideration it was, so he didn't dare to talk too much. He glanced outside secretly, and then said: "It seems that you hate the nobles and the rich. I am very interested in your experience."

Although Gray Moth looked like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, his eyes never stopped observing. Old Jack's movements were very careful just now, but he was still spotted by him.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he figured it out, smiled sarcastically, and then began to narrate slowly:
Gray Moth is not a formal name, but his surname—Sabrin comes from a genuine nobleman. He is the illegitimate son of Baron Sablin, and his status is not much higher than that of a servant.

Because his mother was just a humble maid, he lived in poverty since he was a child, perhaps because he had an extraordinary talent for stealing.One winter, in order to feed himself and his mother, he stole a turkey from the baron's banquet.

It was one of the few times when he ate meat, and it was also the first time he had stolen. After waiting in fear for a few days, the baron didn't find out.

So his courage gradually grew, not only to steal food, but also a small amount of property and medicinal materials, because his mother suffered from a serious lung disease.

He once threw himself into the dust and begged his cold-blooded father to save his mother. For him, it was just a matter of lip service.

But he just glanced at Gray Moth in disgust, looking at him like toilet paper in a latrine, and then got up and rushed to the banquet.

Gray Moth will never forget that the banquet was attended by wealthy businessmen and nobles, and every gift they gave him was enough to heal his mother.

On a cold winter night, he knelt outside the door of the banquet hall. The inside and outside of the house were completely different worlds. He prayed for his father to find out with his conscience and leak something from his fingers to save the poor woman.

But he was disappointed, and the aloof Baron Sablin sent his servants to beat him up, and then dragged him out of his sight, on the grounds that he would lose face.

This sentence made Gray Moth completely desperate, so he began to steal medicinal materials and property to save his mother's life. He was indeed a born thief and had not been discovered all this time.

But what good is that?After all, his mother died on a winter night, and he could only watch her life disappear before his eyes. Perhaps he could be proud that his mother was covered with a warm and comfortable quilt when she died.

That Baron Sablin didn't say anything after knowing the death of this "humble" servant. He just had the body taken away, and Gray Moth didn't even see his face.

From then on, he hated all the nobles. He believed that the nobles could no longer be called human beings, they were all cold-blooded and heartless things.

One night, taking advantage of the lax defense, he sneaked into the baron's castle. As a young man, he actually succeeded in stealing 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 released the endless hatred in his heart.

After doing all this, he ran away, taking the only twelve coppers and the stolen enchanted ring, he wandered many places on the way, and saw how high the nobles and rich people are.

Unknowingly, he gradually changed from hating the nobles to hating all the rich.Wherever he went along the way, he would patronize the rich. He would use part of the money he stole and distribute part of it.

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

This time, if he hadn't been swayed by the weird ring and the mouse caller secretly, he would have escaped.

Ryan listened to his narration behind the door, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart. A mortal without any supernatural power has never missed a thief in more than ten years, and he has played with many superhumans between applause.

What a talent this is!

He suddenly had the idea of ​​wooing him. This is a proper talent. Although he can't get on the stage, sometimes he needs someone to do the things under the stage.

However, such a person must be rebellious and unruly, and it is very difficult to take him down by conventional means, so we have to plan from the beginning, and lock him up for a few days first.

Old Jack is still interrogating, but Ryan has no intention of listening, just a poor man who has gone astray.It can only be said that he is very measured in his actions, but if he hurts someone, Ryan can't keep him!

Back in the castle, he went to visit Xiyue who had just woken up. It was strange to say that the two of them seemed to be at odds with each other by nature, and Xiyue had been calm for so long after walking out of the eternal forest.

Unexpectedly, since meeting Ryan, she has wandered in the gate of hell twice, that is to say, there is no such thing as a fortune teller in another world, otherwise she would have to calculate her horoscope.

Looking at the weak Xiyue, Ryan also felt a little guilty. This time, thanks to her selflessness, otherwise, with just one crystal bomb, their lives would be unpredictable.

"Feeling better?" Ryan asked with concern as he sat down by the bed.

Xiyue still had the carefree look, and said nonchalantly: "What can happen? Every injury is a testimony of my brave adventures. When I return to the Eternal Forest, these are the capitals of this elf to show off."

The corner of Ryan's mouth twitched, he would have believed it if he hadn't heard someone suck in pain before entering the door.

"I told Joel to boil you a nourishing soup, two bowls a day, it can't be discounted, it will help you recover."

When the elf heard this, her pretty face immediately huddled together, and said reluctantly: "What are you doing with this little injury?"

Who would have thought that this high-level elf, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, was afraid of suffering. The medicine she had boiled when she was injured before was not bitter enough, and it seemed to kill her.

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

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

Xiyue also blushed when she heard the words, and said loudly: "Are you trying to coax a child? Just a bowl of medicine, I'm like drinking water."

"Then no sugar?"

"Are you going to regret it?"

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Looking at her appearance, Ryan suddenly felt that it was quite fun, suitable for being an atmosphere group.

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

After all, with Ryan's cultivation speed, it has a great benefit to it in its infancy, and a day late is a waste.

Of the three silver-winged wolves, one was given to his younger sister Susan, and he had one for himself. He naturally favored De Lai and Alan in his heart for the last one, but for this time, Xiyue's contribution was biggest.

"Let's keep it for her first, if you don't need to think about others." Ryan thought to himself.

Then he took out the blood deed presented by Cheers. The material is some kind of monster skin, and the magic beast used for writing is made of monster blood mixed with cinnabar and other things.

There are many clauses listed above, but they are all equal clauses. After all, Warcraft is an important combat partner, not a slave who is enslaved, and the power of both parties is basically equal.

Signing the contract is very simple, you only need to leave a mark on the contract with your own blood.Ryan brought a wolf cub who had the least resistance to him, and used jerky to lure him. In the end, the ignorant wolf cub left his mark on the contract in a daze.

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

Afterwards, it actually floated out of thin air, and the place where one man and one beast left marks was extremely dazzling.Ryan suddenly felt that something in the dark was looking at him, which made him tremble, and the little wolf also curled up in his arms, with fear in his eyes.

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

With a "buzz", Ryan felt a shock in his mind, and then remembered a strange and immature voice: "What was it just now, it's terrible."

Ryan was taken aback, looked at the little wolf in his arms, and immediately realized that it was "talking".

He couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of this world, a small blood contract that allowed him and the monsters to connect with each other, and even be able to know the thoughts in each other's minds.

"It is said that the signing of the blood contract is under the witness of the god of the contract. If you violate the contract, your soul will be drawn by the god of the contract as punishment. Could it be that the gods are watching you just now?"

Ryan recalled the feeling just now, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. It was an irresistible majestic force, and he couldn't think of a better answer except for the gods.

Gods, they are said to be omnipotent and omniscient.Although Ryan felt it was a bit exaggerated, there was no doubt that the god stood at the top of the world, and it was easier to crush him to death than to blow his breath.

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

The little wolf in his arms looked at him in confusion. At its current age, it was not easy to express a complete meaning, and it still couldn't understand the complicated thoughts in Ryan's mind.

Ryan touched the soft hair on its body, thought for a while and said, "I'll give you a name too, let's call it Barton."

To be honest, he really wanted to be named "Big Big Wolf".

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(End of this chapter)