Our family is in decline

There were only five or six children left after they were sent away, and no one wanted to keep them. After a moment of silence and calculation, the slave owner could only agree with a face full of pain.

"Okay, but you have to pay for this first."

"Well, open the door."

"No, guest, you have also seen it. This is too dangerous. I will arrange for someone to send you there." The slave owner was surprised by Lance's crazy behavior.

He wasn't worried about Lance's safety, he was just worried that if something happened to him, he still had to pay for the remaining goods!

Lance took out a pile of gold coins from his pocket and put them in his hand. There were no more than twenty gold coins. These little cuties immediately dazzled his eyes.

"Quick, quick, open the door."

The slave owner didn't care about this and directly called the guard to open the cell.

Lance was about to go in but Tiffany held out her hand to stop him. Although she didn't say a word, she looked clearly worried that he didn't want him to go in.

"It's okay." Lance pushed her hand away and walked in.

It’s not like slave owners have never seen those self-righteous guys, thinking how great they are, trying to tame those crazy slaves, and treating those crazy and cruel guys as their own domestic slaves.

If it's really that simple, what else do they need to do?

He didn't mind letting the customer who was trying to knock him off suffer a bit, but he wasn't afraid of something happening. After all, the chains were restricting him, so he could rescue the person even if something went wrong.

The slave owner even couldn't wait to see Lance make a fool of himself, whether he escaped in embarrassment or...

Lance didn't know or care what the slave owner thought, and observed the barbarian warrior with the help of the light coming through.

The negative effects of not eating or drinking for three days are certain. The loud shouting just now was entirely due to the short-term effect of the surge of adrenaline. When the stimulation subsided, the woman became slumped, her head drooped, and her body became sluggish. He relied on the chains to keep him from falling down, and even raising his hands became difficult.

Lance approached slowly, and when he took that step, the woman suddenly raised her head, revealing her cruel face.

But at the moment of eye contact, she didn't see any panic or fear in the visitor's eyes. On the contrary, he was smiling - the look in his eyes revealed the feeling of teasing prey.

Lance's reaction deeply stimulated her heart, and she would never allow others to see her like this again.

Furious, the woman stretched out her dirty, bloody hands towards Lance.

She was going to tear this man apart!

But just when she was about to touch the person, a hand was held directly on her wrist. No matter how hard she tried, it was difficult to move.

At the same time, the force coming from her wrist almost broke her hand, and the pain kept hitting her nerves, making her uncontrollable and almost screaming.

It was not the level of [Brave] that gave Lance strength, but his constantly strengthening body that pushed him to the level of a brave man without any fighting skills.

It can be said that his physique is extremely exaggerated. In terms of pure strength, he cannot even compare to heavily armored warriors like Leonard and Barristan. I can only lament that this is a blessing from the gods.

Only in this way can we explain how Lance quickly grew from a helpless ordinary person to a powerful warrior in just one month.

Lance could feel her hands trembling, and her fingers were shaking uncontrollably, but this guy gritted his teeth and made no sound, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

And just when Lance was about to admire her tenacity, with the sound of chains, she actually still had the strength to stretch out her other hand to attack.

But Lance has never been a passive person. He didn't allow a slave to dare to challenge his authority, so he just flicked his wrist. The arm he held in his hand obeyed his will and directly hit the woman's other arm. On hand.

This heavy blow without warning made her groan in pain, but she didn't cry out in pain, instead she roared and rushed over.

But her movements came to an abrupt halt the next second, because Lance stretched out his hand and strangled her neck, causing her to be momentarily dislocated from the neck down like a captured goose.

The woman was still not convinced, and raised her hand to attack Lance's eyes, until he exerted a little force, the nerves and blood vessels were compressed by the brute force, causing her to faint briefly, and the stretched out hands immediately went limp.

Lance stretched out his hand and pulled her over, making eye contact.

There was no verbal communication between the two, but Lance could feel the surging anger in her heart, as well as the exhaustion and guilt that were covered up by it. The complex and strong emotions supported her, preventing her from having the slightest fear of death. Cringe.

She was begging to die.

"So you still choose to die like a coward~"

Lance's faint words seemed to have some magic power that directly aroused her resistance. The woman who had stopped struggling suddenly grabbed his fingers with both hands and tried to separate them, her legs shaking vigorously.

Lance had no intention of throwing away the twenty gold coins. He relaxed his hand slightly and just restrained her. At this moment, the woman felt the air again, and spittle spewed out of her mouth along with coughing.

"Ahem!"

But the next second she still wanted to attack relentlessly, but how could it possibly work? Instead, she was pushed directly against the wall by Lance.

"Why does it have to be like this? You know that if I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't have to use a single move." Lance came closer and whispered in her ear:

"I am not your enemy, I did not expel you, nor did I imprison and torture you. The suffering you suffered has nothing to do with me.

On the contrary, I am your benefactor, a benefactor who can take you out of here and give you the glory of a warrior. "

Lance met her gaze and said solemnly:

"So, do you choose to follow me and die gloriously as a warrior, or do you choose to die cowardly here and give up the opportunity to wash away your shame?"

Her struggle stopped, Lance slowly let go, and he didn't see any attack from her. It seemed that she had made her own choice.

"Remember today, this will be the starting point for you to shed your shame and embark on your journey to glory."

After saying that, Lance shouted to the slave owner outside.

"Unchain her."

The slave owner outside was also dumbfounded. He thought Lance was going to suffer a few times when the two of them made a move just now, but it happened that nothing happened and he simply and roughly suppressed the barbarian.

But neither the slave owner nor his guards believed her reaction. They had seen the barbarian fake his own death and kill someone.

"Guest, please be careful. Her chains cannot be untied. Now she is lying to you."

"How can I take it away without unlocking it? Bring me the key to the chain." Lance walked out directly.

"Give it to him." The slave owner looked at Lance's confident face and said nothing more. He only hoped that he could see him alive next time.