I Am the God of Games

"Do you want some? It's not very well marinated, but it tastes good when boiled in soup."

Mufasa, a middle-aged man who looks a little slovenly, took out a wooden spoon from nowhere, stirred up the boiling broth, scooped up a spoon and asked the children, he said, "I don't know what to cook. Soup is still a little confident."

Nana, who was still asleep at first, woke up faintly after smelling the aroma of the broth.

"Wouldn't it be a trap like 'you eat my broth, and you will be believers in our church!'?"

Simba said cautiously.

Every day in the slum there are children missing, and he can't help but be careful.

"Don't worry, I'm not that hungry yet... It's just a weekly task."

Mufasa said something that Simba and the others couldn't understand, but it didn't look like he had any bad intentions.

And although Simba and Shazu have been holding stones to look like they are ready to attack at any time, this is actually closer to bluffing. After all, they have been hungry for so long, and they have no strength.

If Mufasa is really malicious, with his long knife that cuts thick bacon like tofu, he can easily take down the two of them.

The two looked at each other the same, and finally decided to compromise a little.

After taking out the small wooden bowl hidden in the corner of the room and pouring a large bowl from the broth, the three little guys took turns drinking the broth one by one.

Simba couldn't help but whispered: "It's really fragrant!"

It can be seen that both Simba and Shazu are restraining their desire to drink up the soup in one gulp, and try to make the weak Nana drink more.

That serious look made Mufasa unable to help but smile: "Just drink it."

"Uncle, don't you eat it yourself?" Nana asked softly in a slightly weak soft voice.

"Hahaha, don't look at me like this, in fact, I made a lot of money a few days ago, and it's not bad to eat so much!" Mufasa replied with a smile.

"Liar, I saw you caught by the city guards a few days ago and hanged at the door to show the public!" Simba exposed Mufasa's 'lies' without hesitation.

"Cough, what is being hanged at the gate of the city, you children don't understand the plan of the adults, this is my strategy to build a good relationship with the city guards!" Mufasa brazenly boasted: "Now I have been with the city guards. They are so close that they can be called brothers!"

As a result, the three children all cast suspicious glances at him.

Originally, Mufasa wanted to continue blowing the conch, but his eyes narrowed, he calmed down and listened, and found footsteps outside the house again.

And different from his time, there are at least a dozen people here this time, and nearly half of them have very dull footsteps. If you don't try hard, you can't hear them at all. If it's not a fat man weighing 200 pounds, he is wearing heavy clothes. armor.

The only people who can walk in the city wearing heavy armor are the city guards under the command of the city lord. Most of the crusaders of other churches are cloth armor units, and those who do not wear heavy armor should be ordinary soldiers. After all, Lancaster's city guards in Frost and Mist season were very short-handed, so he could only let ordinary soldiers in the army mix into the team for patrols and other tasks.

Immediately, Mufasa's face changed: "You eat slowly, if someone asks, you have never seen me!"

After he finished speaking, he climbed the roof with only half of it left from the load-bearing column beside him, and disappeared at the eaves.

Not long after he left, a team of city guards arrived at the ruins of the dilapidated house.

"Have you seen these guys lately?"

The leader is not the city lieutenant who is usually fully armed, but a arrogant young man wearing a very fancy-looking dyed robe. He is obviously a nobleman, and even the city lieutenant has become his subordinate.

The noble man took out a stack of wanted warrants from his trouser pocket and showed them to the teenagers. Sure enough, Mufasa's wanted warrant was among them.

The three shook their heads without hesitation and said no.

"whispering sound,

Are you sure that the person you know with that 'Magne Wilf' sees these three little devils a lot? "The young man turned his head and asked the armored city lieutenant beside him.

"That's right, our informant said so." Lieutenant Cheng replied respectfully.

The young noble man clicked his tongue irritably, and was about to lead the crowd to leave, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the pot on the bonfire—it was originally a helmet, and it was a very rare style around here.

The corner of the youth's mouth evoked a slightly evil smile. He stopped and ordered the city lieutenant: "Take these three little devils and take them away! Then leave someone behind. If the guy comes here, tell him to go to the city. Wei is looking for someone."

"Will that person throw himself into the net for the kid?" Lieutenant Cheng asked in confusion.

"I don't know, but it's just three untouchable little bastards anyway. It doesn't matter if they die." The aristocratic youth didn't care about this: "The key is to catch that person, and then torture Mane Wilf. Weakness... That guy's supply of goods is a big piece of fat, and many people in the city are watching! The sooner you can get it for me, the better!"

After the city guards who bullied men and women on weekdays were given orders, they rushed forward like wolves and arrested the three children. Simba, who struggled desperately to resist, also received an old punch and was beaten. Got bruised nose.

Seeing that even though he was injured, the little guy stared at him with a fierce and unyielding gaze, and for some reason the noble young man felt a little irritable from the bottom of his heart.

"Only two hostages are enough!" He pointed at Simba: "To warn that guy we are serious, this guy just kills him here! I think... by the way, cut off his head, Hang it on the door beam!"

The city guard with one hand on Simba's head pulled out his sword without hesitation.

"Wait a moment!"

Just then, Mufasa jumped off the roof.

He originally felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he went back and forth to check the status of the children.

When he thought that if he came back a little late, Simba would die here inexplicably, Mufasa couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"Aha! What did I say!" The aristocratic youth looked surprised when he caught the big fish.

"Your Excellency is wise." The heavy armored city lieutenant on the side immediately added a flattery.

Mufasa looked at the two and felt incomprehensible: "Why do you do such a thing? Aren't they residents of Lancaster City? Isn't the reason for the city guard's existence to protect the people in the city?"

"Residents? No, you're mistaken. Only those who pay taxes every month and pay an honest sum of money are called people, and they are just like rats in the gutter, eating scraps and living in the city. Just a scumbag."

The noble young man asked without hesitation, and then he pointed at Mufasa: "But this has nothing to do with you, soldiers, take him down for me!"