On the Seven Towers

In the martial arts training ground, dozens of men wearing simple leather armor were fighting each other with wooden sticks. These people were divided into two groups. One group was slightly larger, about 30 people, and the commander was a middle-aged man with a full beard and long hair. The other group was about 17 or 18 people, led by a tall young man with black curly hair. The young man had a face as tough as a statue, especially his straight eyebrows and protruding jaw, which gave people an unusually resolute feeling. And from his arms and the gaps in the leather armor, you can see a lot of scars of different sizes, which added a bit of bloodiness to him.

The young man stood at the front of his group, fighting with the other side with a stick while shouting commands. Although they were few in number, they cooperated very well. A small square formation of more than ten people easily resisted the slightly chaotic siege of the surrounding people.

The middle-aged man shouted loudly and raised his stick to chop at the young man. The stick was powerful and heavy, bringing a gust of wind. However, the young man held the stick with both hands and thrust forward, steadily catching the blow.

"Roger, your strength is really starting to recover." The middle-aged man said in a barely audible voice while he and the young man named Roger were clashing sticks.

Roger's narrow eyes suddenly opened, "You too? Could it be this morning..."

"Yes, it must be! I know there's something wrong with the priests' medicine." The middle-aged man swung his stick and hit it a few times, and then the sticks were pressed together again, and he said in a low voice, "No matter what they want to do, in two hours, this damn place won't be able to hold me. Let's go together?"

Roger shook his head without hesitation and said, "I won't leave alone, I must take my brothers with me." As he said that, he pushed his stick forward, causing the middle-aged man to step back half a step.

"You fussy guy." The middle-aged man attacked again, deflected Roger's stick, and chased Roger out of the team. He looked around and saw that the other slaves and guards were some distance away from them, so he said: "Listen, I have a plan. Once the fighting spirit is restored, the two of us will kill the guards here, release everyone, and then break through the gate as quickly as possible. After leaving the city, the two of us will go together. We are small targets, fast, and not afraid of pursuers. As for the others, let them take their own fate."

"Ralph, if I would abandon my team, I would not be here at all. I must take everyone with me!" Roger insisted.

"Asshole, those people have no fighting spirit, they will only slow us down!" Ralph looked anxious and almost couldn't hold back his voice.

"Would you dislike your own brother for walking slowly?" Roger asked back.

"You..., brother ghost!" Ralph cursed, and he swung his stick and hit Roger's stick hard.

"Okay, save some energy. No matter what, we have to fight our way out of the camp." Roger said calmly.

Ralph wanted to argue, but at this moment, the door of the training ground opened, and Cohen walked in with a few people.

Roger and Ralph turned their heads and saw that the man and woman behind Cohen were both wearing magician robes, and there was a tall female warrior carrying a two-handed sword on her back, accompanying them.

"Magician?" Roger looked stern. No magician was easy to deal with. These people looked weak, but in fact they all had many strange means. Two magicians appeared at this time, which was really a big trouble.

"Not only magicians." Ralph sank his face, clenched his stick, stared at the female warrior and said, "I didn't expect her to come too. Roger, that woman with a sword on her back is a big trouble."

"Do you have a grudge?"

"Hey, if you can find a chance to kill her, I'll listen to you."

These are all battle-hardened warriors. This was Xiao Chen's first impression. Although those fighting people were just practicing, they could still make people feel a murderous aura. Especially the black-haired young man and the middle-aged man fighting together, which gave people a great pressure.

"These are our most elite slave warriors." Cohen introduced proudly, "Two of them are even masters who have mastered the intermediate fighting spirit. This is a rare commodity in the entire slave market."

"You still have fighting spirit warriors in your village?" Luo Ling glanced at the low walls around, "There must be some way to prevent them from exerting their strength, right?"

"Miss Luo, you guessed right. We regularly give them a secret medicine to prevent them from using fighting spirit."

"But what about after buying them? How can we ensure that they don't betray their masters?" Luo Ling asked.

Cohen smiled slightly and said, "If you buy a horse, you will definitely buy a horse that you can control, and the same is true for slaves. Since you two are powerful magicians, what do you have to worry about? I heard that many magicians have secret methods to control people, and this kind of warrior is naturally their favorite."

Xiao Chen and Luo Ling looked at each other, with some helplessness in their eyes. Cohen seemed to understand their difficulties and added: "Of course. Not every wizard is good at this skill, and most nobles don't have this ability. However, they usually give these warriors enough benefits and limit the service period. After all, strength should be respected, even if the other party is a slave."

Xiao Chen nodded and said: "What are the origins of the two leaders?"

"The middle-aged man is called Ralph. He is good at using spears and riding well. He is very suitable to be the leader of slave cavalry. He is one of the best masters here. You only need 500 gold coins to get him." Cohen said like introducing a product.

Xiao Chen looked at Ralph, but found that the other party stopped and looked at Kalanda beside him with strange eyes. Sure enough, Calanda sneered and said, "Manager Cohen, why don't you introduce this man as a long-time gangster?"

"this……"

"There is no need to hide it. More than half a year ago, I participated in the crusade organized by Count Bellano in Sweet Potato Castle and wiped out several bandits. I caught this Ralph with my own hands. Unexpectedly, the count did not kill him. You dare to sell him, aren't you afraid that he will turn against your master?"

Cohen shook his head and said: "Bandits, criminals, prisoners of war, slave warriors are indispensable for these guys who lick blood with their blades. As long as they are well disciplined, what can't they do? Ralph has been here for more than three months, and he has never Got into trouble."

He waved to the soldiers, and they stopped fighting and walked over to form a square formation in front of Xiao Chen and others.

"Ralph. You should remember Captain Calanda, right?" Cohen patted Ralph on the shoulder, like a monkey patting a lion on the shoulder.

Ralph grinned, looking like an old man, "Captain Karanda, I have to thank you. If you hadn't spared my life, I would have died on the mountain that day."

Kalanda raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be pretentious. I know who you are. The villages and towns around Sweet Potato Castle have suffered a lot from you. You don't have to pretend like this."

"After I was caught, I understood a truth: I live by the knife and die by the knife. I should have died that day, but I have earned my life now. Hey, this is all thanks to you." Lar The husband said without hesitation, he looked at Xiao Chen again, without saluting, and said with a raised chest and belly, "Master Magician, do you need soldiers? As long as you promise to exempt me from the status of slave after one year , I will sell my life to you.”

Calanda said loudly to Xiao Chen with a straight face, "Sir, I can't trust this person. And he said he will serve for one year, which is nonsense! How can you buy a slave and only use it for one year?"

Xiao Chen could see that Ralph was clearly trying to disrupt the dirty business. Although he didn't know the reason, he would never hire such a scumbag. He nodded to Calanda and asked Cohen: "Do you allow slaves to bargain with buyers like this?"

"Well..., after all, these people are warriors with fighting spirit. They are considered strong wherever they are. Let the buyer reach an agreement with them in advance, which will save a lot of trouble... However, one year is indeed too much! "Cohen explained, but felt strange in his heart. Ordinarily, serving a magician is the best opportunity for a slave. Serving a magician has good conditions and doesn't require you to work hard. It might be more rewarding than being a bandit. He yelled: "Ralph! How do you say that? Who agrees with your statement of one year?"

Ralph shrugged and said, "One year is my limit with this Miss Callanda."

Cohen was a little annoyed, took the whip from the guard's hand, and slapped Ralph hard on the arm several times. But Ralph looked up at the sky as carelessly as if the whip had not struck him.

"Put him in a dark room and starve him for days!" Cohen waved his hand, and two guards rushed up and took Ralph away.

"Don't listen to that clumsy idiot, he will be taught a lesson soon. Come and see this one." Cohen quickly launched the next product, the black-haired young Roger.

Roger can be said to be a talented person, his sales performance is several levels better than that of Ralph, which makes everyone shine.

"Roger is a knight of the Purple Eagle Empire. Although the Purple Eagle Empire is our enemy, I still want to say that he is a noble knight. His team was surrounded in a battle because they were lost. He persisted in the small ravine for five days, and was finally captured by Count Bellano because he had no food. Count Bellano thought highly of him and wanted to subdue him, but he sternly refused, preferring to come here with his subordinates. Slave." Cohen was obviously more interested in Roger and introduced him very carefully: "Roger is good at commanding the team, and of course his personal martial arts are also very good."

"Since he is a noble, why didn't anyone pay the ransom to take him back to the country?" Luo Ling interjected and asked. She had heard a lot of things these days and already had some understanding of the rules of this world.

"When he first arrived here a month ago, his family's steward had already paid the first ransom, but... Roger used the money to redeem thirty of his subordinates, and allowed them and the steward to return to the country. . But for some reason, more than a year has passed and the housekeeper has never come again. "

After hearing this, Xiao Chen and others had some respect for Roger. If what Cohen said was true, Roger could bear the saying "Love a soldier like a son".

"Roger Knight, if I need you to serve me, what are your conditions?" Xiao Chen asked directly, leaving Cohen alone.

"As long as you buy and release my remaining brothers, I am willing to serve you for ten years." Roger replied, pointing to a dozen people behind him.

"My lord, you can't do this. You can't be a slave."

"Sir, the ransom must be on the way. Just wait." When his former subordinates heard what he said, they all started to make noises and tried to stop him from doing so.

"Roger, don't be impulsive." His adjutant rushed up and grabbed his arm. "You have done enough. My brothers and I can afford to wait."

"Yes, Master Magician, please buy me. We will work for you, please let Master go."

"Shut up, everyone." Roger pushed the adjutant away and said to Xiao Chen, "As long as you agree to this condition, I will swear on the honor of the Purple Eagle Empire Knights to treat you as my lord."