I, the refined goblin, loaded the ultimate training system

Soon, at least four groups of people were eyeing my cloth bag.

In the third step, I deliberately placed my bag on the seat and left quickly. Soon someone came up and opened my bag.

The moment the shiny yellow object in the bag was exposed, a bloody battle was inevitable.

When they finally decide the winner and divide the gold, I am afraid that many people will have died, and no one will still remember me...

Facts have proved that my plan was successful. Only one day later, the eldest prince arrested all 40 local gang members, and the necklace was also found.

And I took advantage of this small gap, seized the opportunity to slip out, and then rushed home without stopping.

During the entire four-day and four-night journey, I didn't close my eyes for a moment, and my spirit almost collapsed. I relied on the longing for my wife and daughter to hold me up.

During the entire four-day and four-night journey, I didn't close my eyes for a moment, and my spirit almost collapsed. I relied on the longing for my wife and daughter to hold me up.

But even so, I was a step too late after all.

When I almost crawled back to my little home by the lake, I saw my Anna sitting on a chair, with an ice blade piercing her left chest... She could no longer smile at me. .

"You escaped... It's a pity. If you died there, you would have died more peacefully."

The voice of the man who made the deal with me sounded from behind me. I turned around suddenly, and what I saw was a dead face - it was clearly the guard who died next to the noble woman!

Chapter 133 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.

But this time, I was deceived so completely that I lost everything.

I should have thought a long time ago that the noble woman had magic tools and guards, and even after her death, the whole kingdom was shaken.

Will such a person be thrown off the cliff by me simply using a few traps, and then die?

From the beginning, this was a carefully prepared trap, with the purpose of finding a perfect scapegoat, and the one who was really responsible for killing the noble woman was the guard beside her.

This may be why she looked at me with no resentment in her eyes when she was about to die. Instead, she advised me to go back and take my wife and daughter away quickly, but she couldn't say it clearly because the guard was right next to her.

It's a pity that I didn't know this at all at the time, and I was so proud that I succeeded.Now it seems that I was a clumsy clown at that time.

As a criminal who has deceived countless people, I know exactly what kind of scapegoat is the perfect one - one that even he himself believes that he committed the crime.

But what I don’t understand is why they even wanted to kill my innocent wife. Anna knew nothing about the whole thing from beginning to end. She didn’t even know I was a criminal, she just thought I was in the city. Chamber of Commerce work.

I rushed forward hysterically, trying with all my strength to kill the bastard in front of me to avenge my wife - but I couldn't even rush in front of him, and a sharp pain exploded in my left chest. Opened, and then I lost consciousness.

I am just an ordinary prisoner, but the other person is a magician.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the bed in that familiar tavern.

"You are really lucky. It is very rare for people like you to be born with a heart on the right side. You have saved your life." Boss Mok said calmly, and then asked me to lie down and rest.

As Annie's former boss, he has always had a good relationship with our family. He often sends some unsold drinks. I guess he happened to find me when he was delivering drinks this time.

"Where's Anna? Where's my little Lali?" I looked at Mock's face. His expression quickly turned ugly after I asked the question. He lowered his eyebrows and did not dare to look directly at me. It broke my heart. Lost.

Lali is my daughter's name, and now that I have lost Anna, if she dies too, I will have no family in the world.

"Anna is dead, and the church priests couldn't save her. As for little Lali..."

Mork walked out of the room, then held my little girl in his arms and placed it in front of my eyes.

She slept soundly, as if what happened before had not affected her at all, but she smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Anna is a smart girl. She hid the child in an empty wine barrel in advance so that it was not discovered."

Empty wine barrel...so good, so good.

Looking at the sleeping face of my child, tears couldn't stop dripping from my face.

I remember clearly that the first time I met Anna, she hid me in an empty wine barrel.

I want revenge in my heart, but my living daughter is like a rain that extinguishes my anger. I know very well that there are more important things that I need to do right now than revenge - that is, bringing her up. .

After I recovered, I buried Anna, then asked Mok to sell all the things I could sell quickly for me at a very low price, then burned the house on fire, took my daughter and left.

With the remaining money, I bought a new house in a remote town in a neighboring country and opened a small shop to make a living. Although my life was a bit difficult, watching my daughter grow up day by day, I felt that such a life was also okay. not bad.

Lali is a very lively child, with a beautiful smile just like her mother. She always asks me many strange questions and is full of curiosity about everything.

Fortunately, I learned a lot of things to deceive people when I was young, and I could basically answer her little doubts - but every time she opened her eyes, held my hand and asked me why I didn't have a mother, I could only If you can keep silent, that nightmarish night will automatically appear in your mind.

Later, Lali seemed to realize something and never asked me about Anna again. I was prepared to keep this secret until the day she grew up.

But that day never came. When Lali was eight years old, she developed a high fever on a stormy night and collapsed on the bed unable to move. Even her breathing became extremely weak, and then her body began to swell.

I spent almost all my savings to invite doctors and even magicians and alchemists from around the town, but they were all helpless about my daughter's situation.

Only one very old magician sighed after seeing it and told me that this is a terrible disease called "gray flaccidity". Most of the patients are children. The disease can range from half-body paralysis to severe cases. Will die from stopping breathing.

The only way to treat this disease is to find a senior or higher nun to help as soon as possible.

After hearing the news, I rode on horseback and rode with my daughter for a whole day and a night, before finally arriving at the door of the only nearby church with a senior nun.

After hearing my story, the church people immediately asked me to take my daughter in. I thought that this would save Lali, but what happened next completely tore me apart.

The moment the wrinkled senior nun saw my face clearly, her whole body trembled as if she had seen some terrible devil. Then, as a clergyman, she ignored the obstruction of others and used the most filthy and vulgar words. scolded me out and refused to provide treatment for my daughter.

In the heavy rain, I knelt in front of the church door all night, banging my forehead on the ground. The blood that flowed out turned the water red, but the door never opened for me again.

But my daughter could no longer hold on. Her weak fire of life finally went out on the hotel bed in the early morning. When she was dying, she held my hand tightly and begged me to save her, but I I can't do it, I can't do anything...

I wanted to ask the nun why she refused to save her, but after I found out about her past, all my anger was extinguished again.

"Old nun, she is also a poor person. Years ago, she seemed to be an ordinary peasant woman. One time she went to buy food during the winter, but when she got home she found that she had been cheated with sandbags. The road was blocked by heavy snow, and the whole family starved to death. She was the only one left, and she became a nun." The tavern owner was talking to himself, without noticing that I was frozen in place with dull eyes.

It wasn’t until that moment that I truly understood how cruel and dramatic the Holy Spirit’s punishment for my sins was.

Chapter 134 Encounter

My name is Clarian Redham. I am a heinous scum, the scum of scum. The people who have been deceived can save half a town. I used to not believe that there is any retribution in this world, but fate is indeed It was the punishment for my sins that was sent down.

It gave me a warm fire for the first time in my dark life, and then allowed me to extinguish them with my own hands.

After Lali died, I buried her in the small garden of the house, which was her favorite place during her lifetime, and then sold the house to the clergyman who opened the door to me for almost a free price. The only condition was He wanted to keep that little tombstone.

After that, I started wandering around without a fixed place to live.

I have thought about revenge, but the traces of those people have long since disappeared, and there is no way to find them. What's more, the root cause of all this is my greed. It was my desire that killed my wife and daughter.

I started to return to my old career, drank too much, lived in a state of intoxication every day, and even started to use some hallucinogenic alchemical drugs, because only in that trance and dreamy mental environment could I see the smiling faces of my daughter and wife again.

But what is different from before is that, perhaps out of regret and guilt, I have never killed another person. I know very well how painful it is for people to lose their loved ones.

Alcohol and alchemical drugs soon wore down my body and spirit, and my intelligence was also affected. Finally, I was caught during a theft, and everyone took the stolen goods.

I was thrown into jail because I was a repeat offender, and I was waiting to be hanged.But I didn't mind it, and I even felt relieved.

However, the night before I was about to be hanged, a strange man sneaked into the cell and found me.

He wore a strange little face mask, and judging by his voice, he must be in his 60s, but he was very agile and could easily open the door lock with only a stick.

"Follow me, joining us will keep you alive."

The smiling man invited me, and I was already frustrated and had no intention of agreeing, but when I caught a glimpse of a sign with a gray palm pattern engraved on his waist, I felt the blood in my body boil.

I have seen that thing before. On the night when Anna was killed, the man in gray robe also had a brand like this on his waist.

Perhaps it was the mercy of fate that gave my life a direction again. In order to understand everything that happened back then, and to find opportunities for revenge and atonement, I joined the organization mentioned by the smiling man.

The organizational skills were indeed very powerful. In less than a few hours, they arrested a drunkard who looked similar to me and replaced me. This unlucky guy couldn't even say a word of grievance. He was hanged the next day.

According to the organization's practice, as a new member, I was assigned the lowest-level cry-face mask. I quite like this rule, because wearing a mask can reduce the possibility of me being recognized, although that guy may have been recognized earlier. Just forget about this insignificant "dead person" like me.

In the first half month after I joined, the organization didn't assign any tasks to me, so I chatted with other members in the base every day to build relationships. Gradually, I found that everyone here was extraordinary, and the organization seemed to have its own recruitment guidelines.

First of all, like me, most of the members are homeless and single, and they have committed many crimes. All of them are out-and-out scum, with no bottom line in their actions and no morality at all.

The second is that we have all committed very serious crimes in the outside world and are being hunted or killed. It will be difficult to survive without the protection of the organization.

In conversations with these guys, some of them even told that they had cut open the belly of a pregnant woman in labor, cooked the fetus and stuffed it into her mouth, or that they had killed more than a dozen girls and then shaved them. He was bare of flesh and blood, spliced ​​together into bones to form an "angel" sculpture and stored it in the basement without changing his expression. He didn't even mean to show off in his tone, as if it was an ordinary thing.

Although I have seen countless scumbag villains in my decades of criminal career, I still feel chills running down my spine when I listen to their words.

What kind of people would they be, and for what purpose would these guys be gathered together?

On the 16th day after I joined the organization, the smiling man who was my superior finally assigned me a task, which was to find a few kids with "potential" and bring them back to the base to participate in the "selection."

My partner was Old Walker. He was one of the few scum in the base who still looked like a human being. He was in his fifties, drunk all day long, and didn't like to wear a mask.

I tried to ask him what "selection" meant and why he wanted to find children to take back, but he refused to tell me. He only told me that he would understand when the time comes.

I have no choice but to look for children with "potential" according to the organization's requirements, but I really can't bear to catch those little guys from the slums, or abduct children from normal families - the feeling of losing my own flesh and blood, I know it all too well.

I began to wander around the slave market, especially when I saw that the traders were too lazy to take care of the children - they would not survive for a few days if they were not taken away, and it was better to take them back than to starve to death in a cage.

It was at this time that the little girl caught my attention.

Although she looked extremely weak, whenever I passed by her cage and cast my gaze, she would reluctantly hold herself up and beg me to take her away.

For some reason, when I look at her face, my daughter always comes to mind.

But she is too weak. If he takes her back, the smiling man will not approve it at all.

So every time I chose to be ruthless and ignore her pleas... Until more than ten days later, when I saw that she was still alive and strong, I realized that maybe the child I was looking for was her.

At least in terms of her ability to "survive", she does have great potential.

I bought her for ten copper coins and brought her back to the base - this price could not even buy a three-month-old chick, but it could buy a six- or seven-year-old child.

The smiling man initially complained about me bringing her back, but after hearing that she had lived in the lowest slave cage for half a month, he stopped saying anything.

I took her to take a bath and after getting rid of the dirt and dust on her body, I found that she was actually a very cute little guy. If she had better nutrition, she would be as lively and cute as my Lali.

I asked her if she had a name, and she told me her name was Funya, a name given to her by her grandmother.

Chapter 135 Origin

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

The little girl looked at me with wide eyes, as if she wanted to hear my affirmative answer.

Looking at her face, my daughter's face appeared in my mind involuntarily, and I almost agreed on the spot.

But when the words came to my mouth, I still held back - losing Lali had already devastated me. Now I have no ability to ensure her safety in this organization, so what qualifications do I have to say "daddy" to her? ?

Fortunately, because of the mask on my face, the little girl couldn't notice the hesitation and pain on my face. I didn't answer any of her questions. I just brought her meals on time every day, and then quickly turned around and left. , use silence and escape to prevent yourself from falling into emotions again.

But Funia's persistence made me inevitably shaken. For a whole month, she kept asking me the same questions, hoping that I could be her new father.

Perhaps in Funya's view, I, who took her out of the slave market and prepared food for her every day, was the best person in the world besides grandma who treated her best.

During this period, I tried many times to find out what the so-called "selection" was all about, but no one was willing to tell me. They just said that I would understand it when the time comes.

This weird atmosphere made me uneasy, especially after I accidentally saw someone transporting the body of a child outside on a cart, my uneasiness became more intense.

In order to find out what was going on, I used my savings to buy a few bottles of expensive wine and got Old Walker drunk, and then finally asked him the truth about the "selection".

The so-called "selection" is actually an extremely cruel selection method. Dozens of children with excellent health are captured, raised to a healthy level, and then locked in a circular basement and forced to Fight each other, and only the one who survives in the end can leave the basement and become the "seed" of the organization.

Although I had a full understanding of the organization's cruelty and bottom line, after listening to Old Walker's story, the idea of ​​letting all the children go immediately came to my mind.

But reason tells me that this is impossible... With my own strength, even if I release all the children, I can't take them away.

I am still the same as before, unable to do anything.

The only thing I could do was to secretly provide Funya with better food out of selfish motives. What I must admit is that in my heart I really hope that this little girl can survive in the end, even when I am about to participate in her." He quietly hinted at her during the selection.

It's a pity that she didn't seem to understand what I meant at all. I told her to learn to be as vicious and cunning as a wolf, but she turned around and blinked and asked me what a wolf was.

It wasn't until that moment that it dawned on me that I was teaching an eight-year-old how to kill her peers.

Overwhelmed by self-blame, I did not continue to explain to Funya, and she gnawed on the chicken drumsticks indifferently - I secretly cooked them for her, but they were done poorly and the entire skin was burnt. However, She still devoured it hungrily, even chewing the bones into pieces before swallowing.

Apparently, she had never had such good food.

A few days passed quickly, and soon the day of "selection" came. Although I felt extremely guilty, I finally took Funia out and led her to the passage leading to the basement.

Seeing the little girl's blank eyes and expression, I didn't even have the courage to comfort her, so I gritted my teeth and pushed her in directly.

The smiling man was very satisfied with my performance, so he arranged for me and Old Walker to stay outside, and when it was almost done, we would be responsible for opening the door again and taking away the last surviving "seeds".

The next few hours were like being in a lava hell for me. The thought of dozens of children on the other side of the wall being forced to fight each other was heart-wrenching. This feeling was very different from when I first saw it. How similar it was to Larry as she faded away in front of me.