Just when the front line was beaten to a bloody head.
Team 86 started visiting the brothels.
The door was locked, but Kai took a look, took off the earrings, broke them into wires, and pried them open three times.
It's not a problem for him at all.
“Damn, that’s such a thick clothes drying rack!”
Tadokoro Konno was astonished, looking like he had never seen the world before.
Kai Hao, who is well-informed, is a good teacher: "This is a vibrator."
The fat man was horrified. Wasn't this a stab in the gut?
The decoration of this brothel is very old, with earthen walls and earthen tiles. Not only was it a brothel, but the city of Bhutan felt to Peter like a small medieval Middle Eastern town, shabby.
The lights were off on the first floor of the brothel, and no one was there.
The four of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you pick locks?" Kai's skillful look made Peter feel that he had a side job.
"Learned it from the inmates." Kai nodded at the burn scar on his eye and recalled the past, "Everyone in the prison is talented. They speak well and love being there."
"Longchang is enlightened, right?"
Harry surveyed his surroundings.
"Go upstairs. There are windows on the third floor, and you can see the streets and city walls. Wait for the army to rendezvous as soon as they enter the city."
There is a brothel sign hanging at the door, but it is actually a very cramped hut. There were six guest rooms closely adjacent to each other on the second floor. After the four people opened them one by one to check that no one was there, they came to the third floor.
There are only two rooms on the third floor, which should be prepared for big customers.
"Wait, no..." Konno, who has the most sensitive hearing, suddenly paused, "Shh, there is a snoring sound."
The three of them listened carefully, and sure enough, the faint sound of snoring came from the door on the left.
The four of them looked at each other, and Harry raised his wand and recited a spell silently, shielding everyone.
Peter drew out his new sword, Tadokoro Konno leaned against the door, and Kai held a cigarette...
"3, 2, 1..." The fat man counted down silently, then suddenly opened the door, and Peter rushed in with a loud roar——
“FBI OPEN DOOR!!!”
There was a strong smell in the room, and there were five people lying on the bed. An astonishingly fat old man was sleeping soundly, but Peter didn't wake him up even though he yelled at him. When the four naked women were woken up and saw the four people rushing in from the door, they screamed in fright.
"Fuck you, you call me a hammer, how can you sneak into the village?" The fat man was speechless and took out his shuriken, "I have to silence you now..."
The prostitutes quickly shut up and raised their hands to beg for mercy.
Kai looked around and smiled happily: "There are so many people."
Seeing that the old man was still sleeping, Harry didn't waste any time. He took out a belt from the clothes at the end of the bed and tied him tightly. As for several prostitutes, they were taken aside by Dr. Kai, a master of gynecology, for pre-physical examination.
"Why tie him up? Why don't you just kill him?" Peter came to another world and fought for half a month. His moral level quickly deteriorated from a good student in the 21st century to an art student in the 20th century. Now he is very familiar with killing people.
Harry pointed to the leather strap that bound him.
"Zhenpi, this old man is either rich or noble. He can ask for some information."
"No, brother, Butan City is about to welcome the King. It's hard to say whether the rebels can survive tonight, so why are you asking?"
"Not necessarily." Harry was very cautious, "There is a magician in the city... This is by no means a strong man that can be summoned by a motley army of Western Continent. There must be a big country helping them behind the scenes."
"What is a magister?"
Harry gave Peter a meaningful look.
"The Clock Tower is a title for high-level magicians. The criterion is whether they can release eighth-level magic."
Peter will understand now that the magic attribute is level 75.
"Then what level are you at?"
"Magician."
"ah?"
"Under the Magister, there are only two titles: Magic Apprentice and Magician, which are different from whether you graduated from the Magic Academy."
"Shouldn't it be divided into low-level magic apprentices, intermediate magic apprentices, high-level magic apprentices, low-level magicians, and intermediate magicians..."
Peter recalled the grade classification he saw in online articles. Could it be that the author used it to improve the number of words?
"What abstract words are you talking about...Who is so bored to divide this thing? The strength of a magician is not only judged by combat power, but also in many aspects. Magic, academics, understanding of spells, alchemy, formations ....." Harry paused, "But there are indeed great magisters, but the wizarding world generally calls them sages."
A sense of dissonance appeared in Peter's heart, the magical world?
In his impression, Terra's magic was mostly stolen from dead people or purchased from merchants. High-level magic is often fragments that need to be collected and pieced together, giving a sense of the missing legacy of ancient civilizations.
Magicians are extremely rare, they are all madmen who use both magic and magic.
But there is a magical world here. Is the magic in this world developing in an orderly manner?
Harry had mentioned a "Magical Council" before, but looking at the level of civilization in this city, this world doesn't look like it can give birth to a rigorous organization...
Strange, very strange.
.........
My name is Emmanuel Rosales.
My father was a slave trader in the province of Yungen Samro. He was born in a good era.
At that time, the old king had not been assassinated, and Yangen was the richest place in the vast wasteland of the Western Continent. The Rosales family owned thousands of acres of land in the Samro Province, and tens of thousands of camels and sheep, traveling south every year. Countless slaves were sold in mainland China.
Until the knight leader assassinated the old king, Yangen began to fall into turmoil.
When I was born, the seventh prince was still in power. Before I went to the Southern Continent to study, I became the second prince. When I came back, the prime minister had already sat on the throne, and I had almost no peace of mind.
But no matter who becomes the king, it actually doesn't have much impact on me. It's just paying taxes once more, or paying taxes several times a year. Occasionally, there were military disturbances that affected Samuro Province, but my father had many friends who were involved in the slave trade, so he always knew someone. Neither the government troops nor the rebels would come to trouble our family.
Of course it’s not easy for the people, but it’s a good thing for me. In the decades before Yangen was in chaos, the family made a fortune from the slave trade. They had more and more cattle and sheep, and the land became larger and larger. They even raised their own private army, and the houses they built were more luxurious than those of the nobles. .
After my father passed away, I got rid of my troublesome brother and naturally inherited the family property.
Yangen's life seems to have been difficult since then. The taxes he has to pay for a year have skyrocketed, and wars have gradually become more frequent. The connections his father left behind were no longer useful. Each new warlord was like a hungry wild dog, lying around sucking blood and eating meat. Fortunately, my father left behind a private army and managed to preserve the family property. The slave business was still easy to do, but the fewer and fewer poor people finally affected my income, and I had to think of other ways.
Smuggling, facilitating warlords, loan sharking, magical hallucinogens, drug cultivation, military expansion...
Days go by like this, and Yangen's national strength is getting worse and worse. Territories are being ceded, political power in the north and south, and rebels are emerging one after another...
But I am getting richer and richer, and my wealth even exceeds that of my father. The poor people in half the province owed me money. I came up with an excellent way to let them sell their sons and daughters to repay their debts. They also sold them to me. So the slave trade business was revitalized and the annexed land was speculated again. As food prices rise, more and more poor people are in debt. This cycle is so damn beautiful...
Every new governor was polite to me because they knew who the real master of Samro was.
This is the most glorious period of my life.
Until one day, the boy who was the king of Yangen came to me, smiling like a dog, and wanted to beg for some money, weapons, preferably soldiers, anything.
Only then did I realize that I had not left home for too long and that this country was about to end.
I stuffed some random things to send the king away and contacted friends from neighboring countries. They pointed me to a clear path - the Coyote Adventure Group.
Among the rebels across Yangen, they were unremarkable. But after meeting with their leader, I decided to put everything on this dwarf. His eyes were like greedy and sinister snakes. I knew very well that this was a guy who was bad to the core and he could accomplish anything.
I'm old and don't have many good years to live, but I still have children.
With so many slaves and so much land, someone must inherit it.
Maybe I can also fight for a founding noble for future generations.
Listen, Grand Duke Rosales, how majestic he is!
I'm not going to help Yangen, who are you kidding me, I've had enough of having to deal with tax collectors and dividing the money I earn.
Tino promised me that I would be the only slave trader in his new Yangen, and that the money I earned would always be mine and no one could lift a finger.
So, I handed my private army into his hands and helped him win over the support of other countries. The wealth accumulated over the years was also turned into the armaments of the rebel army... Tino lived up to my expectations. In just one year In a short time, he became the largest warlord in Yangen, and in another year, he hanged the so-called last royal descendant.
Who knows if he is, the kings changed again and again, but in the end it was me who walked into the palace.
I suddenly found that I was a little reluctant to die. This feeling of trying so hard to please is so damn wonderful. After Tino conquered the royal capital, he gave me the largest noble manor, where I can truly enjoy. Artworks from the Southern Continent, maids from the Eastern Kingdom, music from the Northern Continent... This is the taste of power.
Tino still needs to please me. I helped him contact all the countries in the Western Continent. He also needs the recognition of those in power to help him secure the throne after the founding of the country.
But things suddenly went wrong.
The originally polite envoys from neighboring countries suddenly withdrew, and my old friends and business partners who were familiar with me suddenly disappeared. No matter how I contacted them, there was no reply.
Tino sat on the throne and waited. If he was not recognized by more than half of the countries in the Western Continent, he would not be able to obtain the protection of the Church of Light. This was fatal. Just when he came to beg me to go to a neighboring country in person——
Abster, a country adjacent to the province of Samro, sent out their cavalry and in less than a day, they annexed my hometown.
The person leading the army was the "friend" who introduced me to the Coyote Adventure Group.
Immediately afterwards, the tribes of the Northern Desert, the Kingdom of Sand and Stone, the Sudan, the Principality of Horseshoe...the long-awaited countries invaded Yangen one after another, while the Light Church and the northern and southern powers turned a blind eye to this blatant violation of sovereignty.
Only then did I figure out who the real wolf was.
Yangen is one of the signatories of the "Saviour's Covenant". The national sovereignty is sacred and inviolable and is protected by all the covenant countries, except for one situation -
Countries perish from their own internal strife.
How could an ambitious man who had been waiting for a hundred years miss this opportunity? Tino desperately went to the Church of Light to request protection, but was rejected by the church on the grounds that Yangen no longer existed.
Tino is still insisting. He wants to carry on with the name of Yangen, wait for the birth of a new hero, and seek the judgment of the hero.
But no one expected that despair would come so quickly.
Without the powerful men and military equipment secretly assisted by various countries, the rebel army is just a miscellaneous army.
The help from various countries was a secondary reason for defeating Yangen's old master. The most important thing was that Yangen was really ruined.
If it were not for the protection of the alliance, it would have been annexed by neighboring countries.
In less than half a year, the rebels lost all their territory, and the royal capital was reduced to ruins. They could only survive in a few worthless cities in the corners of the Yangen Plain.
After being put in this situation, he was still being targeted. The Sudan sent troops to invade, to put it bluntly, he wanted money. But I understand that the meager wealth of the rebels has been wiped out long ago, and then they were defeated, lost the city, defeated, lost the city...
My past two years have been like a dream, and now I have woken up from the dream.
The Sudanese army reached the gate of Butan City, and I was an old man who was no longer of any use. Lost everything, homeless. Tino was no longer polite to me. His children were all arrested and sent to the army, and his wife was also snatched away. He still missed the old relationship and gave me a small yard where I could stay. I have seen each other during these days. He just said that he would get better soon.
I knew very well that this cake was not painted for me, but for the servants of the rebel army.
This old man like me is just a tool from beginning to end.
The last army that was put together was defeated again. I heard the drums of the Sudanese. I am afraid that the children were killed by that potion. Tino deceived his soldiers, saying that drinking this medicine would make them invincible, but no one had ever seen anyone who drank the medicine come back. So I also took medicine, drugs, sexual desire, which are excellent medicines.
The quality of the women here is very poor, their skin is as rough as sand and gravel, but they are still young, so I spent all my last money. What does it have to do with me when the Sudanese attack the city? Even if I die, I will die in glory and wealth, just like how I came into this world, to be distinguished from those untouchables.
There was a burning pain on his face.
The hallucinogenic feeling caused by overdose of drugs was still affecting my senses. When I opened my eyes, I vaguely saw a young fat man with black hair...
Snap, snap, slap slapped me in the face.
A strange conversation came from the other end of the room: "Am I better or is that Lao Den better? Huh?"
"You're amazing, you're amazing, eh~..." This wanton voice belonged to the woman from last night.
He opened his eyes hard and finally saw clearly the scene that looked like a drawing from hell.
"Old bitch, it makes my hand hurt——"
"Hey, wake up, wake up!"
It was another young man with black hair. He took an alarm clock, twisted the spring and then smashed it viciously on the ground. The gears clicked and started to reverse -
"Tell me where the money is. If you can't tell it before the alarm goes off, your head will move."
"Ah - let me wipe it, this old man is so scared that he peed..."
"Pee? Peeing counts as time!"
From the other end of the room, there was the sound of flesh slapping and the woman screaming. Emmanuel felt that the world was extremely noisy.
Is this the world after death? The evil ghosts are exactly the same as the images recorded in the holy scriptures...
"Byd, why are you asking for money? Go away!"
The knight, who was tightly wrapped in armor, squatted down and kicked the alarm clock away.
"There is a magician in the city. I think you should know who he is. Tell us about it."
"What magician?"
The two black-haired young men snorted coldly. The fat man blocked them with a piece of hard bread, while the other directly drew his sword, pointed it at his ankle and thrust it in——
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
Emanuelle had lived a pampered life, but he had never experienced such pain. Tears were shed from the pain, but his mouth was blocked by the bread and he couldn't cry out. He could only babbling feebly.
The sword moved between his legs.
"The next strike will give the jerk a holiday."
After Emmanuel recalled it hard, he nodded crazily to indicate that he had figured it out.
"Oh? Is it ready?" The fat man moved the bread away.
"Magicians...the rebels don't have any magicians at all..."
The sword immediately struck down——
"Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Wait! It's the Grand Duke's attendant! That, that Grand Duke's attendant! If there is a magician in Butan City, it must have been brought by the Grand Duke!!!" Emmanuel cried, The old man's bloated belly was shaking as he begged for mercy, and he looked extremely disgusting.
"What Grand Duke?" asked the knight.
"The Grand Duke of Bavaria! The Grand Duke of Bavaria! I know him. He was the one I introduced to Tino, Duke Ortiz!"
The knight was stunned.
Peter looked at him and said nothing for a long time, "What's wrong?"
"I'll go, this person is my school director."
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