I, the refined goblin, loaded the ultimate training system

But remembering the masked man's previous instructions, Funya still held back forcefully.

At this moment, the voice of the man wearing a smiling mask sounded from the basement.

Chapter 130 Choice

"Everyone, be quiet. If you want to survive, just listen to what I'm going to say clearly, and then do as I ask!"

The man's tone was very stern, and all the children in the room were frightened at once. Even the children who were sitting on the ground crying were too frightened to speak anymore.

"Listen up, you unwanted scum, have you had a pretty good life in the past month? You have food and meat every day, but we don't support you in vain."

"The reason why we bought you is to find someone with potential among you scum to train. If you want to continue to live a good life with food to eat, you must ensure that you are the last one alive in this room."

"Only the last person alive can get out. If you want to survive, kill everyone around you!"

After briefly explaining the rules, the smiling man's voice disappeared, and then even greater noise and panic broke out in the basement.

How could these children, who were only about seven or eight years old, have imagined that they would face such a cruel and bloody selection? They were all frightened out of their wits.

"Scum...something worse than a pig or a dog."

Even Luka, who has witnessed many atrocities in this world, couldn't help but curse after seeing what these masked men did.

It is not uncommon to put people in cages and let them kill each other to eventually select the strongest one, but the behavior of locking up a group of children who are no more than eight years old and letting them kill each other is once again new. understanding of Luka.

In the next few hours, no fighting broke out in the basement because they were too scared and they were still a group of children who didn't have many evil intentions.

But as time passed, hunger and fear gradually made the children lose their minds, and then began horrific scenes that even Luka couldn't bear to open his eyes to see.

These scum, they don't even have a weapon here, forcing the children to attack each other with their most primitive organs.

……

"How long do you think it will take to select the seeds this time?"

In a small room separated by a wall from the basement, a drunk old man with a nose and a nose saw that his colleague in front of him had not touched his drink, so he drank it all for him very rudely.

"You kid, don't stop drinking. This is fine mead. A bottle costs seventeen silver coins."

"I can't drink it..." The man wearing the mask with a crying face said dullly, and then looked thoughtfully at the wall behind him. The screams coming from inside could be vaguely heard even through the thick stone wall. arrive.

"Why, do you have feelings for those brats? They are just orphans that no one wants. Even if we don't bring them here, can they survive in the slums? They can eat for a month before they die here. Having a full meal is better than starving to death and freezing to death!"

The wine-nosed old man smacked his lips with unsatisfied intent, as if he had become numb to this kind of thing, as if what was dying on the other side was not a group of children, but animals like cats and puppies.

"I advise you to have something to eat and drink. We may have to stay here for at least a few more days. Those brats are very dirty. The longest selection took a week to complete. This is indeed not done by humans. Yes, but we are just working part-time, there is no need to make ourselves miserable."

As the drunken old man spoke, he broke half of the bread and placed it in front of the crying-faced man.

"..."

The crying-faced man was a little shaken when he heard this. He turned around and slowly grabbed a piece of bread and tried to put it into his mouth. However, just as he lifted it, Funia's innocent and lovely face appeared in front of him.

"Um, are you my new dad?...Is there anything I can do, or how I can help? I can do anything."

The way she asked questions cautiously, for fear of being scolded, was very much like her daughter who died of illness a few years ago.

After a long silence, the crying-faced man slowly stood up after making a certain decision.

"I'm going to take a walk... I'm going to use the toilet."

In order to prevent his colleagues from noticing that something was wrong and doubting his purpose, the crying man could only find an urgent matter as an excuse.

"go Go."

The rosy-nosed old man didn't pay much attention to it. In his opinion, this kind of reaction was normal for those who had just joined the organization and were responsible for taking care of those little devils. After all, so many children died next door. Anyone who experienced it for the first time would Discomfort.

But what the old man with rosacea didn't expect was that the crying-faced man did not go towards the toilet after leaving the room, but quietly used the key to open a small door next to the basement passage.

Looking at the red lever on the wall, the crying man took a deep breath, put his hand on it several times, but finally put it down.

He knew very well that once he pulled the lever, it meant that the matter was irreversible, and those children might not be able to save them.

After all, they are just orphans who have no relatives with him. Does he really want to take such a big risk and risk his life to try to save them?

"Dad, help me... I don't want to die..."

The daughter's last murmur before her death on the hospital bed echoed in the ears of the crying man again, and then a tear dripped down the gap in the mask and fell to the ground, announcing his final decision.

As the red lever was pushed down by him, there was a slight vibration in the passage, and there was a metallic sound caused by gear friction.

"You brat, you're crazy!!"

The angry roar of the drunken old man came from the room on the other side, but it was too late by now. By the time he rushed into the room and grabbed the crying man by the collar, the stone wall that closed the entire basement had slowly opened.

"Is your brain filled with shit? You'll kill me too!" The drunken old man cursed with red eyes, but it didn't help.

The basement door was opened in advance before the "selection" was over. If the upper management of the organization knew about this, an extremely cruel punishment would be waiting for them, and death would be a luxury by then.

"Sorry for causing trouble for you." The mask of the crying-faced man fell off due to being lifted up, revealing an ordinary and vicissitudes of middle-aged face, with a wry smile and a few tears falling down his cheeks.

Seeing that things had come to this, the drunken old man had no choice but to punch the crying man twice and then came to the exit of the basement, cursing.

The only thing he can do now is to pray that only one person is dead inside... or to do it himself.

Thinking of this, the old man's eyes flashed with evil light.However, just as he was about to walk in, the crying-faced man who came after him knocked him unconscious with a broken brick.

Chapter 131 The Story of a Scumbag (Part [-])

My name is Clarian Redham, I am a heinous scum, the scum of scum, and I can cheat half a town.

In the first 30 years of my life, I have done almost all the disgusting things. The crimes I committed cannot be redeemed even if I am tortured in hell for 1000 years. Every day I live is either committing a crime or planning a crime. On the way.

Murder, kidnapping, theft, extortion, fraud... I have committed almost every crime that can be punished legally. I even used a cart of sand to pretend to be grain and defrauded a peasant woman of the few silver coins she had. Buying wine—that was probably enough money for her family’s food rations throughout the winter.

But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with these things, because in the slum where I grew up, orphans like me had only two possibilities to survive – either by luck, being adopted, or by hook or by crook.

No one taught me what morality is, but the pressure of survival taught me how to live with wisdom.When you're starving, the only thing a moral or legal book does is eat it in your stomach. It doesn't taste good at all and is very filling.

This kind of life lasted until I was 30 years old. Through the skills I learned and my long-term criminal experience, I also made a name for myself on the road.

"You have to save some money, Clariant, and prepare to live as a wife. You can't live in retirement in our line of work."

This was the advice given to me by several of my "friends", but I didn't pay attention to these words at the time. I had no savings and didn't know what else to do. The only area I was familiar with and understood was crime. Any area that sticks to the rules is useless. It made me feel uncomfortable, drunkenness, deceit and deceit were the only colors of my life - until I met her, my Anna.

She is not a very beautiful girl, but she is very cute. The two dimples on her face when she smiles make me feel at ease.

The first time we met was in the early morning. She was a maid in a bistro and she was cleaning the store. She was shocked when she saw me, unkempt and covered in mud, breaking open the door and barging in.

I told her that I was being hunted because I bought a lost treasure, and I knelt down and begged her to find a place for me to hide. This innocent little girl had never encountered such a thing before, and she had no intention of doing so. Suspecting that there might be something wrong with my words, he hid me in an empty wooden barrel.

In fact, I stole that thing, a sapphire ring I got from the baron's house in the next town.

Later, I visited this pub several times - not because the wine there was any good, but because every time I got into trouble, I would hide there for a while.This sweet little girl would always believe the nonsense I made up and hide me in various places.

On several occasions, my pursuers severely questioned Anna and even threatened her with weapons, but this little girl showed a completely different strength than she appeared and never betrayed me once.

Gradually, the two of us became familiar with each other, and we would chat together for a while. Listening to the various stories I made up, she would always smile happily, as if she had some magic power when she smiled. Same, always makes my face heat up.

At that time, I didn’t know what was going on, so I told a few old friends about it. After listening to my story, they held their stomachs and laughed for almost half an hour. Only I They were sitting there at a loss, not understanding what they were laughing at.

"Congratulations. It won't be long before you get hit by an arrow." Old Rick patted my knee hard.

Later I realized that these words meant that I was getting married, because when I proposed, I had to kneel down on one knee, as if I had been hit by an arrow.

After figuring things out, I started pursuing Anna.Although I have never had the experience of real love, I often lie to people. The total number of people I have deceived may be more than half of the town, and she soon fell for it.

After getting married, I took a risk and sold the sapphire ring for a high price, and used the money to build a beautiful house by the lake and live there with Anna.

Considering that I now have a family, I also tried to do some serious business, such as running a small business, but I lost everything and even had to rely on Anna to support the family.

But soon Anna became pregnant and was unable to work.Seeing that my family's income was about to be cut off, I had no choice but to leave the town and resume my old career. I lied to her that I was working for a relative in the city's chamber of commerce.

A year later, I became a father. After I saw my daughter’s cute face once when I came home, I thought it was an angel coming into my life.

In order to spend more time with my family, I started to take more risky and radical "jobs", hoping to save some money and then stop.Finally, with the encouragement of my companions, I took a risk and took on a big business to kill an aristocratic woman who was passing by in a carriage on a nearby path. This was also the decision I regretted the most in my life, because I should have thought that no one would offer a reward. I paid several thousand gold coins to buy the life of an ordinary nobleman, but at that time, I was stimulated by the huge reward, and all I could think about was the picture of living happily with my wife and daughter after I got the money.

The aristocratic woman only had one weak guard with her - but even so, for me, who is just an ordinary person, there is no possibility of dealing with them head-on.

But this did not trouble me. Through a series of clever traps, I successfully made the carriage lose control and fall off the cliff.

In order to ensure that the task was completed, I even went to the bottom to confirm.

The guard was thrown to death on the spot, while the woman did not die immediately due to some magic props, but she was already dying.

Before she died, she asked me why I did this, and I told the whole story - she was already dead anyway, so she could understand her death better.

"Go back quickly... take your wife and daughter and leave as far away as possible..."

These were the last words a woman said to me before she died. There was no resentment on her expression, but she seemed to be giving me a piece of advice.

But I am not as generous as a woman. After she died, I greedily took away the necklace hanging around her neck. The gems flashing on it looked like very valuable treasures.

However, the moment I took off the necklace, the woman's appearance changed. The originally very ordinary face instantly became as dignified and beautiful as a god, which is almost impossible to describe in words.So much so that I couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that I might have caused a catastrophic disaster.

Chapter 132 The Story of a Scumbag (Part [-])

"Go back quickly... take your wife and daughter and leave as far away as possible..."

The woman's last advice before she died kept echoing in my ears, giving me the idea of ​​going home as soon as possible.

But my pride in never having committed a crime over the years and my desire for a huge reward eventually led me to make a wrong judgment. I did not follow the woman’s instructions and rush home immediately. Instead, I took the necklace as proof and prepared to get it first. The reward for killing someone.

I took my things and came to the alley where we agreed to meet - out of caution, I decided the meeting place, so that if there were any problems, I could escape with my familiarity with the terrain.

It is very common for one party to temporarily renege on a large transaction like this.

However, the buyer did not play any tricks this time. Although he wrapped himself tightly, after seeing the necklace, he very much kept his promise and gave me the box containing the gold coins, without even taking away the necklace. But let me keep it to myself.

"Well done, enjoy the money...if you can still use it." The man in gray robe said something strange, and then left.

I was immersed in the dream of getting rich at the time, and didn't realize that something was wrong - these few thousand gold coins were enough for our family to build a manor and live a life of food and clothing without worries.

However, just when I hired a car to transport the money back, things started to get out of control.

On the third day after the death of the noble woman, I had just received my reward and was about to leave, but I found that all the city gates were blocked by armed strangers, and no one was allowed to enter or exit.

I tried to bribe them with money, but this tried-and-true method failed this time. Facing a bag of bulging gold coins, these strange soldiers in fine armor didn't even raise their eyebrows or even pull out their hair. The sword threatened me to leave, otherwise I would be killed on the spot.

Obviously, they were not the usual losers who guarded the city, but the elite guards of a certain noble.

Even at this time, I am still comforting myself. Maybe I just killed the wife of a certain nobleman and made the other party angry. I just need to hide in the city for a while.

However, a few days later, I received two pieces of news from well-informed friends that were like a bolt from the blue.

First, not just here, but all nearby cities, villages, towns, and roads within a few hundred miles have been blocked by the kingdom's army.

Second, the troops currently blocking the city belong to His Highness the Prince, and he himself will be here soon.

In less than a week after his death, the entire kingdom was alerted, and the army was ordered to blockade all surrounding towns, and the eldest prince came in person. Without even thinking about it, His Majesty the King must have the intention behind it.

Who was it that I killed back then...?

Who was the person he killed back then...?

However, there was no point in regretting it at this time. In the next few days, I tried various methods to get out of the city, bribed officials, looked for gaps in the guards... and even dug tunnels, but to no avail.

Since the prince is in charge personally, let alone me, even the noble lords nearby cannot leave. They are all locked in the city and cannot even send letters.

To make matters worse, the eldest prince actually showed up on the eighth day of the lockdown and posted a notice to find anyone with the same thing within three days.

Although I was mentally prepared, when I saw the necklace pictured on the notice, I almost fainted on the spot.

The necklace on the notice is exactly the same as the necklace I took off from the neck of that noble woman. There is no difference.

By now it was clear that I had killed someone who could not be killed, which had caused the entire kingdom to mobilize, and now they were trying their best to catch me.

In this case, no matter if they catch me or I go to the capital, I will inevitably die, and I will also be a drag on Anna and my daughter.

I have to get out of here alive, and then take them away and run to a place far enough away!

Thinking of this, I rushed back to the hotel where I was hiding as fast as I could, took the damn necklace with me, and then rented a furnace in an attempt to destroy it.

However, this damn necklace seemed to be forged from some special magic metal. Even with the greatest firepower, it showed no sign of melting.

In this terrible situation, I could only use all the criminal methods and experiences I had learned over the years, and finally came up with an excellent plan and started executing it.

In the first step, I threw half of the gold coins I got into it. The melted liquid gold was quickly wrapped in the necklace I had gathered into a ball, and finally cooled into a gold cake.

In the second step, I took the heavy gold cakes with me, then covered my face and appeared in a black market tavern very conspicuously. While spending money lavishly, I deliberately made the gold cakes in my bag hit things and make a sound.