Fun people from Blue Star

The man looked at Hadi's face, then at his clothes: "You look like you have a high status in the caravan."

Hadi smiled: "A qualified negotiator must have enough etiquette and gestures to satisfy the customer."

"That's right." The man believed it. He returned to his main seat and sat down, saying: "How much food do you have and what do you want to trade."

"Several hundred kilograms of flour and one hundred kilograms of dried meat." Hadi said very fluently: "What we want most is gold coins, followed by magic materials."

"I can understand gold coins." The man was a little curious: "Why do we need magic materials? Can we humans use magic?"

Hadi shrugged: "There is a sun saint in the city of Basov in the north. She builds light towers everywhere and needs a lot of magic materials, so she is buying them at a high price."

"Are those two things in the city?" The man pointed outside.

Hadi nodded.

"That's quite interesting." The man said regretfully: "If I had known that the Sun Saint was in Basov City, I would have chosen the location there. I think the Sun Saint must be more fun."

Hadi narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face became more kind.

At this time, he asked: "I don't know your name yet, new lord."

"You can call me Wesver." The man said proudly, pointing to the chair opposite, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Sit down."

Hadi sat down as he was told.

"We don't have any gold coins here, but we still have a lot of magic materials." Wesver said arrogantly: "I think those magic materials are worth hundreds of kilograms of flour and more than 100 kilograms of meat. What do you think?"

Hadi pretended to be embarrassed and said: "You have to see it to know."

"I'll have someone take you there to see it." After saying this, Wesver stood up and was about to leave.

Hardy asked, "Lord Wesford, what happened here? Why did the citizens become like that? They were fine when we came here last time."

"Don't ask about things you shouldn't know." Wesford glanced at Hardy coldly.

Hardy sighed softly and stood up.

He was about to draw his sword and kill someone, but a maid came over.

Wesford pointed at Hardy and said to the maid, "Take him to the basement. Also, that little beast hasn't been fed for three days. Go get it something to eat."

Hardy's heart moved and he temporarily put away the idea of ​​killing.

Then he followed the maid.

The maid was very silent and walked very slowly. At the same time, her walking posture was very strange. She walked with her feet outward and twisted. It was obvious that her legs were very inconvenient.

Hardy was behind her and saw red or black marks on her neck.

He vaguely guessed something.

The two came to the basement from the side of the stairs.

The basement was not very big, and there were indeed some magic materials piled up inside, but only a little.

With just this little bit of stuff, let alone hundreds of kilograms of flour, even ten kilograms could not be exchanged.

What really surprised Hardy was that there was a child sitting in the corner next to the magic materials.

She had a large shackle on her neck, almost as big as her body.

The end of the shackle was fixed to the wall.

The child was very dirty, with feces and urine all over her body, black and yellow, and even from a distance, you could smell the stench.

After the maid came down, she ignored Hardy and went straight to the child.

She knelt in front of the child, regardless of the filth on the child, took out a small piece of bread from her clothes and handed it over.

"Miss, this is the food I earned today, please eat some."

The maid's voice was trembling, and she pleaded softly.

Is this a little girl?

Hardy walked over.

The little girl was motionless. Her eyes were open, but she had no sight and her vision was scattered. It was obvious that her mental state was in trouble.

Seeing that the little girl did not respond, the maid wiped her tears, stuffed the bread into her mouth, chewed it, and took it out, and stuffed it into the little girl's mouth very gently.

The little girl's mouth was just holding the bread, and her mouth was still motionless.

"Just eat something, Miss." The maid cried: "If you don't eat something, you will starve to death."

She cried very sadly.

Hardy also came to the little girl at this time. He used his mental power to sense it and frowned subconsciously.

The little girl's soul entered a state of "self-destruction".

This kind of self-destruction is from the spiritual level, and it is difficult to intervene with physical means.

But there is also good news. At the beginning of this self-destruction state, there is a way to prevent self-destruction in the E.P.R mental power system.

Hardy has also learned it.

"Is this your young lady? She's dying." Hardy asked the maid: "Among those people hanging outside, her..."

The maid turned around and looked at Hardy with vigilance in her eyes, and then loudly retorted: "The young lady will be fine, don't curse her."

"Why did the city become like this?" Hardy asked in a low voice: "Why did the former lord die? If you tell me, I can save your young lady."

The maid's eyes were still full of distrust, but her expression seemed to be relaxed a lot.

Hadi's handsome face has a great bonus in improving "favorability".

Hadi stretched out his hand, with a ball of green energy on it: "I am a magician."

"Do we humans have magicians now?"

Hadi put away his magic and smiled without saying anything.

The maid was silent for a while. At this moment, she had to believe in this only hope, and then said: "Okay, I hope you can fulfill your promise."

"The man named Wesford is a distant relative of our lord." The maid's eyes were full of hatred: "For this reason, he became the sheriff of the territory."

Hadi listened quietly.

"But I didn't expect that he would collude with the enemy outside, get some alchemical props from the enemy that we don't understand, and then spread them in the city." The maid said with a bite: "By the time our lord reacted, most of the people in the whole city had turned into beasts who only knew how to eat people, and only a few people were still rational."

Hadi frowned slightly.

"While the city was in turmoil, Westford began to rebel." The maid's eyes were full of misery: "They killed many people and then captured the lord. The lord was so miserable... They abused her beyond recognition and finally hung her outside."

"So, what about the lord's husband?"

"He died a long time ago, a few years ago."

Hadi asked again: "Do you know who your enemy is?"

"The lizardmen in the south."

Hadi said puzzledly: "As far as I know, the lizardmen don't have this ability. The alchemical products that can poison the whole city cannot be made by lizardmen. They don't have this ability."

"That's all I know!" The maid said in confusion.

Hadi nodded, he condensed a ball of clear water, and then poured it on the little girl.

After all, the other party was too dirty, and when he treated her later, he would have to touch her body.

Hadi was a bit of a germaphobe.

But as the clear water gradually washed the little girl clean, Hardy's expression became surprised.

He looked familiar with this girl. (End of this chapter)