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Chapter 291 Weak and pitiful little slave
Stentino Empire.

Remote areas, slums.

The north is howling and snow is falling.

The air-conditioning penetrates people's clothes, and no matter how thick a fur coat is, it can't withstand the bleak cold.

Not to mention the thin, worn coats and crumbling brick shacks.

"call"

Lieba exhaled a breath of white breath from his woolen scarf, looked down at the surrounding poor people huddled under the wall, their bodies covered with snow, and said angrily:
"The Empire of Stentino consists of nothing - except land and paupers!"

"Ha ha!"

The companion beside him laughed and winked at him rudely:
"I'll fuck this hot girl once for two copper coins!"

"If you pretend to take them away, they won't even want a cent! Hahaha!"

"Bah!" Lieba spat, "You can get rid of that kind of thing! Be careful that the eternal scorching sun will burn some of your hands!"

The companions laughed together and made crude jokes to each other to relieve their boredom.

Lieba did not participate in it, he just shrank his neck, feeling restless inside.

For some reason, he couldn't calm down today.

It seemed like something bad was going to happen.

Behind them, tall and spacious caravans were parked, with their back awnings filled with all kinds of goods, mainly grains.

They are a long-distance caravan, traveling between various countries and buying and selling various supplies.

Came to the slums of Stentino to "stock up".

Bring in a group of slaves.

Located in the desolate northern border, there are large areas of idle land that are left unattended.

So, over time, refugees and fugitives settled here.

And gradually formed a settlement.

"How come that guy from Faerun hasn't come back yet and he's the only one left?"

Lieba muttered and kept glancing into the distance.

They dispersed to look for slaves, and when they found a suitable one, they captured them directly.

Anyway, they were thickly dressed and tall, so thieves would have to go around them when they saw them, let alone a group of skinny poor people.

"What are you worried about?" The companions joked, "Are you afraid that the guy will be knocked down and eaten by the hungry old ladies? Hahaha!"

"Shut up! You guys have heads full of donkey shit!"

Leba cursed:

“I always have a bad feeling—ah, here it comes!”

He stared at the street corner.

I saw a tall and burly figure appearing in the white snow.

Like a brown bear, it waddled toward them.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a half-grown boy holding his hand.

Lead?
Lieba frowned, instinctively feeling that something was wrong.

The boy was undoubtedly a slave, but he had never seen Faerun treat a slave so tenderly.

Not to mention "led", it's good if it's not dragged by the arms and hair.

"Faerun!"

The companion didn't notice anything and shouted:
"Why did you just bring one here? You're still a dry little devil!"

A thud.

Faerun stopped in front of them, feeling cold all over his body.

There seemed to be a strange and pungent smell mixed in the cold air.

But soon, it was dispersed in the wind.

Faerun is the largest among them, nearly two meters tall.

Standing in front of it, it was as if there was a wall, even the light was blocked.

"In that area, this one kid is pretty decent. The rest of them look like fucking skeletons."

Faeron grinned, a nasty, brutish grin.

Seeing his familiar appearance, Lieba breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, he sneered at his inexplicable timidity just now.

Faerun is the strongest among them.

He once saw with his own eyes that Faerun deflated a thief's head with one punch.

He looks like a bear and is as strong as a bear, ridiculously big.

Unless that mysterious extraordinary power.

Otherwise, no one can do anything about Faerun.

And where does the extraordinary power come from in this wilderness?

Thinking of this, Lieba was completely relieved.

He lowered his head and looked at the child that Faerun brought over.

This kid is about fifteen or sixteen years old, with khaki grass-like hair, thin and dirty cheeks, and a dry figure.

My hands were stained with some colorful old dirt, I don’t know what they were.

He looked ordinary, staring at them with horror on his face and trembling all over.

Hmm. You can only earn a few more bucks by selling it to people with special quirks.

Lieba thought quickly in his mind.

By mistake, he inadvertently met his eyes with this young man.

In an instant, his body froze.

As if being stared at by some kind of terrifying ferocious beast, a gust of cold air shot straight from the soles of his feet to the sky.

Suddenly, Lieba took a step back and stared at the boy in shock!

But, what caught my eyes.

Only the young man's brown eyes were wide and round, and his body was shrinking and thin.

No deterrent at all.

It seemed as if the horror just now was just Lieba's illusion.

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Lieba gasped and was in shock.

It wasn't until his companions teased him about seeing an illegitimate child that he came back to his senses.

"Get out of here."

Lieba cursed and glanced at the slave boy gloomily.

Suddenly, he grabbed his arm violently and shoved him to the ground.

"what!"

Throwing himself down in the snow, the young man screamed.

Lieba did not see the chaotic eyes of "Faerun" for a moment, but just smiled and cursed maliciously:

"Get in the car! We've been held up by you for a long time, you disgusting little cockroach!"

"Yes Yes"

The young man responded as if he was scared, and hurriedly climbed onto the back of the carriage.

Needless to say, despite his plain appearance, his thin limbs and timid temperament have a different flavor.

After presenting this batch of goods to the King of Stentino, he transferred the boy to the slave trader.

Maybe it can be sold at a good price.

Lieba thought happily.

Got on the carriage with his companions.

Leaving the slums, we headed towards the main town of Stentino.

Rear compartment.

Because it has to haul goods over long distances, the quality of the carriage is pretty good and not very bumpy.

But this did not alleviate the bleak atmosphere in the carriage.

After Anlos finished admiring the unchanging desolate scenery, he moved his eyes away from the car window and focused on the people around him.

Yes, he was the last boy kidnapped by the caravan.

"Faerun" is the portrait of his decent subordinate.

You go from reality to nightmare, and no matter where you come back from the nightmare, you'll be in the same place.

Just like a person does not move on its own while asleep.

Except for sleepwalking.

Therefore, the unique ability of portraits is particularly important.

You can travel between different places through spiritual paintings.

A spiritual painting is not a "famous" painting.

As long as the painter puts his efforts and emotions into it, it is possible to rise to spirituality.

this time.

"Passage" is the painting painted by the boy Anlos replaced.

--certainly.

Anlos' "replacement" was just to knock the person unconscious and hide him, and then use a thousand-faced teacup to disguise himself.

Anlos was even afraid that he would freeze to death, so he thoughtfully covered him with a thick cotton coat.

It can be said to be very gentle.

What a coincidence.

As soon as Anros and the portrait passed through, they bumped into Faerun who wanted to take the boy away.

Just imagine.

A painting leaning quietly against the wall suddenly became distorted.

And stretched out a pale and slender hand.

That scene is simply more chilling than the cold weather and snowy land.

Guji, Guji.

As the two stared in shock, the hand kept stretching out from the canvas.

Then, the flowing paint suddenly spread out, revealing a face that was too beautiful to look like a human being.

That pale and flawless skin, those carefully carved eyebrows.
At this moment, it would just look like a man-eating goblin in a nursery rhyme, which would only make people feel extremely frightened!
“Ah, ahhhh——!!!”

Feren suddenly shouted loudly, raised his fist as big as a millstone, and hit Anlos in the face!

Anlos received such a "big gift" as soon as he crossed the canvas.

I was shocked when a pure white cane appeared in my hand.

Subconsciously stabbing forward——

"Pfft!"

There was a muffled sound.

I saw the pure white tip of the staff piercing straight into Faerun's thick neck.

"Ah, ah"

Fearon's eyes widened in shock, and his fists froze in the air.

He opened his mouth, blood sprayed out, and he only made a vague and hoarse sound. Anlos raised his eyebrows, and then he saw clearly what was attacking him.

With a flick of the cane, he pulled it out from his neck.

Without the blockage, blood spurted out of the hole like a bright red fountain.

Fearon staggered back, covering his neck in vain with his hands, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood trickled down and stained the floor.

Those eyes that were glaring to the extreme reflected Anros who walked out of the portrait gracefully.

It was full of shock, fear, unwillingness and resentment.

His lips moved as if he were asking:
Who are you? !
"W-who are you?!"

A trembling and hoarse voice sounded.

There was also a crispness unique to young people in his tone.

Anlos rolled his eyes and looked at the other person in the room.

He was an ordinary-looking young man, dressed in ragged clothes.

Although his whole body was shaking and frightened, he still stared at Anlos stubbornly with his eyes, holding a spatula stained with paint tightly in his hands.

His fingers and clothes were all covered in paint.

There are new and old, layer upon layer, turning into a dull color.

Anlos did not answer immediately, but glanced at the thin walls surrounding him, as well as the easel and painting in one corner.

I made a judgment in my mind.

He turned around and smiled at the young man: "Sorry to disturb you, your paintings are very good——"

"W-who are you!"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the young man.

Anlos was not annoyed, but replied: "I am Anlos Tian, ​​an official wizard."

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Hearing this, the young man said in surprise: "Wizard? Are you a wizard? You, are you a human being?"

"Haha, of course." Anlos narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't I look like a human being?"

".More like a goblin."

The young man looked at Anlos' smile that made this humble room shine, and murmured to himself.

"What's your name?" Anlos asked.

After hesitating for two seconds, the boy whispered: "Paul, my name is Paul."

"A good name," said Anlos, "reminiscent of a great painter."

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Paul blushed and tightened his grip on the spatula.

No one has ever praised him so much, let alone such a fairy-like beauty.

At this time.

Several heavy gasps sounded.

Anros and Paul turned their heads to look together and saw Faerun lying in a pool of blood, struggling to crawl toward them, his eyes filled with hatred.

"Who is he?" Anlos asked.

Paul pursed his lips and said angrily: "Damn caravan! A group of slave traders!"

"Every year in early spring, they come here and take people away by force!"

"I've been hiding on the edge, making a living by selling some paintings, but this year, I didn't expect to be targeted by this bastard!"

"Oh, caravans," Anlos thought, "who will they trade with?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's just the powerful people."

As he spoke, Paul's eyes showed dissatisfaction, and he obviously did not have a good impression of the powerful people in Stentino.

Also.

The king is a war maniac, and the people below him will naturally feel dissatisfied if they have no means of livelihood.

A boat can carry a boat, but it can also capsize a boat.

When a high wall collapses, cracks often start from the bottom.

pity.

There are very few wise men who can understand this.

"Powerful."

Anlos' eyes flashed slightly, and he had a plan in mind.

He wanted to deal with the people who caused the war before it broke out.

Once and for all, there will be no future troubles.

That will inevitably lead to a close encounter with the king.

Remote curse killing is basically unrealistic.

Countries with a certain status are often protected by powerful wizards.

Such as Samuel, the original Red Rose Empire, and Gabriel, the permanent resident of Nymeria.

It can defend against most spell attacks - idiots that it comes into contact with on its own initiative do not count.

The king of the northern country, Stendino, has a royal wizard beside him.

He always wears a cloak to hide his face and figure, making him very mysterious.

At the same time, it is also quite powerful.

If the remote curse is used hastily, it is very likely to alert the enemy, speed up the plot, and cause unnecessary trouble.

Can only be assassinated at close range.

Then quickly escape into a nightmare.

If you want to complete this "Jing Ke's Assassination of Qin", you must find an opportunity to get close to the king.

It is best to meet him naturally and for a reason.

For example, "powerful people".

In a simple studio.

Anros looked down at the dying slave trader Faerun and raised a cute and innocent smile.

He raised his hand, pointed at him lightly, and said:

"Swallow him."

Paul was stunned.

Just when he thought Anlos was talking to him, a hoarse and numbing voice sounded from his painting:
[As you command, my supreme master]

Followed by.

A twisted and terrifying figure surged out.

With long arms and legs, "he" climbed out of the canvas with his hunched back, dirty paint flowing all over his body.

On the human-like face, the facial features wandered randomly.

Chaotic eyes looked down at Faerun on the ground.

A cruel and pleasant smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth.

"Ho, ho!"

Fearon made an excited breath, his face was twisted with fear, and he kept moving his legs.

A fishy stench flowed from his crotch.

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Paul looked at Fearon in surprise. He had never thought that this fierce and domineering strong man could show such a ridiculous and weak expression.

He couldn't help but slightly raise the corners of his mouth, feeling happy.

I couldn't help but feel admiration and gratitude for Anlos who suddenly broke in.

The portrait consumed Faerûn.

In a sour moment of decomposition and chewing, the paint poured into Faerun's body.

"Boom!"

Fearon's stiff limbs flicked suddenly, and then stood up crookedly in an anti-human way.

Paul took a few steps back fearfully and warily.

He saw "Faerun", grinned a flattering smile at Anros, and said with a big tongue: "Finished, completed the mission, Lord Silver~"

Coupled with his bear-like body, it's really weird and funny.

Amazing.

Is this a wizard? Is this extraordinary power?
Paul breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Anros. The wariness in his eyes was gone, only the young man's deep admiration and yearning for the strong.

next second.

When they saw Anros and the new "Faerun", they all turned their heads and looked at him with a smile.

Paul: "."

My heart, which had just been put down, suddenly picked up.

Paul forced out a sneer and backed away slowly: "Thank you for your help. I don't have anything to do here, right?"

Anlos stared at him, smiling and saying nothing.

"R-right--"

Before he finished speaking, Paul turned around suddenly and rushed to the door!

But there was only a muffled thud.

There was a buzzing in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he didn't know anything anymore.

"In order to get close to the powerful, and then take over the identity of the powerful."

Anlos walked towards the unconscious Paul step by step and took out the thousand-faced teacup in his hand:
"I'll just use it on your face first."

Alas, it's all because he's too good-looking and too ostentatious!

--that's all.

The merchant "Phelan" took the slave "Paul" he had captured.

Sneak into the caravan and head to the main city of Stentino together.

On the carriage.

"A-ah sneeze!"

Lieba suddenly sneezed and shivered violently.

He tugged at his thick cloak and muttered in his mind:

what happened?

Why do you feel so cold suddenly?
Like a chill spreading from his bone marrow, the coldness crawled through his blood vessels and skin, arousing goosebumps.

Hidden by his clothes, he didn't see patches of dirty color like paint slowly spreading across his skin.

Across from him, Feren raised his eyes from under the brim of his hat.

The flowing eyes reflected Leba's appearance of rubbing his hands and breathing.

In the scarf, the corners of his mouth were raised in a smile.

A lowly human being dares to touch its owner, so he needs to be tortured.
I can't let you die easily.

Click, click, click.

Horse hooves trampled the snowy road.

The gray-black houses like iron cans in the main city of Stentino Empire stood quietly in front of them.

(End of this chapter)