Noble Emblem

Half an hour later, Torvald's slave caravan moved forward again.

But now he no longer had the excitement he had just now... The burning palm of his right hand was still aching. He recalled what happened half an hour ago and still felt a little unbelievable.

A magician did not use magic, but used sword skills to easily defeat his escort. Then a rather mysterious-looking magic circle was imprinted on his palm. The other party's only request was to bring him into Perth as a slave.

Torvald looked back at the long line of slaves behind him. The magician from before had already sneaked inside, wearing a black robe and a hood. Now even he has no way to identify who is the terrible magician.

The wind picked up in the desert, rolling up the hot yellow sand and falling on his head and neck, making it unbearably hot. Torvald quickly put on his hood and veil.

After being isolated from the hot wind and hot sand of the desert, Torvald's mood suddenly became gloomy. He really didn't want to participate in the battle between the noble forces, but the other party came to the door, and he didn't even have a choice. The magic circle in the palm of his hand kept reminding him that his life was in the hands of others, and he had no choice but to listen.

The slave caravan moved forward slowly, the city of Perth was getting closer and closer, and gradually the city gate could be seen clearly.

A guard nearby rode a camel and approached Torvald as if nothing had happened. He put his hand holding the reins on his abdomen and made a few obscure gestures.

This is the code word of the caravan, and of course Torvald knows its meaning: When we get to the city gate, I will cover you and find a way to alert the city guards.

Torvald shook his index finger twice, and then showed his right hand to the guard. The lavender magic circle printed on and off in the palm of my hand.

The guard's expression turned ugly, and he slowly distanced himself from his master again.

Beta hid among the slaves and smiled slightly. He knew what Torvald had done with the guard just now. The magic circle was not a killing magic circle, but was used for surveillance. Magic is a very mysterious thing. If there is a magician here, he will naturally know what this thing does. But the problem is that the guards of this caravan are all warriors who do not understand magic and whose intelligence is almost below the level. , if you encounter such a nagging thing, you will definitely be afraid of it.

No matter what, the slave caravan still arrived at the city gate.

Seeing such a long team, the city guards responsible for the defense immediately surrounded them. Torvald held up a sign high, while the other guards held up their weapons with both hands.

In Sunland, this is a necessary ceremony for a large business group to enter the city to prove that they are not hostile.

More than two hundred city guards surrounded the city gate. The city guard was a middle-aged man with a long brown beard. He walked over slowly with a big belly and raised his fingers to signal. The visitor takes off his veil.

Toward pulled away the black gauze scarf on his face, looked at the other person and smiled and said: "Mr. Bush, long time no see."

"It turns out it's you." The city guard looked at the long queue outside the city gate and said, "There must be at least 500 people. You guys are making trouble this time."

Torvald got off the camel and walked up to Bush. With a flick of his wrist, a few gold coins fell into the other man's pocket. The whole process was so smooth that no one except the two parties could see what had just happened. matter.

Feeling that his pocket became a little heavier, the city guard Bush smiled happily and said: "Your Excellency Torvald really has a pioneering spirit. You are the first person to bring so many slaves into our desert kingdom. You will definitely make great achievements in the future. .”

He looked arrogant just now, but after receiving the bribe, his attitude immediately improved. Torvald was used to this kind of thing. He smiled and said: "There are buyers who are eager to get these slaves. Why don't you, Mr. Bush, just check them out?"

Bush's small eyes smiled even more happily: "Then I will just check it out."

With a wave of his fat hand, several city guards ran into the group of slaves and lifted up the black hoods of several slaves, revealing their numb, thin, and miserable faces.

"It seems that they are all goods. Let's go into the city." Bush waved his hand and moved out of the way with his city guards.

The mighty slave caravan entered the city, and crowds of onlookers lined the streets one after another, pointing and pointing with envy. If it were in the past, Torvald would definitely be carefree and enjoy the attention of others, but now he is terrified, fearing that the magician in the slave group will start killing people as soon as he enters the city.

After all, in legends, magicians have rather eccentric personalities. For example, the earth and fire magicians in their desert kingdom often kill people in the street just because they disagree.

He walked all the way in fear until he came to the slave market, but he didn't see the magician getting angry. The person in charge of the slave market came over, and they looked at the more than 700 slaves in black robes in surprise. The dark and thin person in charge said hello and asked his subordinates to start removing the black robes of these slaves. At the same time, he said to Torvald in amazement: "You have brought back at least 700 slaves this time. You have made a fortune." . I didn’t expect that so many people could survive by adding a black robe to them. You are really willing to invest money.”

Torvald smiled, looking a little uncomfortable. He thought to himself, seeing that these slaves were about to be handed over, why didn't the magician come out on his own... Did he plan to wait for others to give him a slave brand?

Of course, this is impossible. With the magician's self-esteem, as long as someone dares to do this, the other party will blow up the slave meeting place without saying a word. And by that time, once the matter is held accountable, he who brought the magician into the city, It will definitely be bad luck.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt a cool feeling in the palm of his hand. When he lowered his head, he saw that the frightening magic circle had disappeared.

The magician is gone? Torvald suddenly felt relaxed, and then he said to the person in charge of the slave farm: "Sell all these slaves for me at a price that is 10% lower than the market price. I think they can be sold soon."

The person in charge shouted in surprise: "Torvald, are you stupid? These are more than 700 slaves. If the price is less than 10%, you will lose at least dozens of gold coins."

"It can't be helped." Torvald pretended to be helpless: "I have a more important business elsewhere that I have to rush over. If I stay too long, it will be too late. The price is less than 10% , I think a lot of people would be willing to take over.”

"As long as I confirm that these slaves are free of diseases, I am willing to take them over." The person in charge looked at the other party with burning eyes: "The question is, are you willing to sell them to me?"

"As long as you can pay the money in one lump sum, it doesn't matter who you sell it to."

The person in charge straightened his eyes and shouted to the servants behind him: "Go and check the pigs brought in from outside. Pick out the good ones and leave the bad ones where they are. I'll give you three hours." Time, do you understand?”

Torvald watched those people checking the slaves. It was normal on the surface, but he was very anxious in his heart. He hoped that these people would check quickly and give him the money, and then he could leave these places of right and wrong quickly. I have a feeling that something big is going to happen here.

At this time, Beta had already walked to the street. He was wearing a black Hades robe and a hood. On the surface, he looked similar to the other sand people who had just come in from the outside. No one would notice him at all. Be different.

Trump’s estate was easy to find. Beta stood in front of customers on the top floor of a tavern, looking at the estate not far away.

Joan of Arc was already hovering in space, monitoring every move in the manor.

Shirley, Emma, ​​and Alice were selecting magic scrolls. Although they have their own magic system and abilities, having a few more magic scrolls on them makes them more secure.

Not long after, a carriage entered the manor from outside. The curtains of the carriage were drawn up. Beta had good eyesight and could see a beautiful young woman sitting in the carriage. Based on the woman's appearance, he concluded that this person was the 'Ivanka' mentioned in the mouse intelligence.

After Beta waited for the three to select the scrolls, he turned around and said: "Ivanka has returned to the manor, but I am sure that she is not a vampire because she can act naturally in the morning light. But she is very suspicious. I doubt her He has direct contact with the True Ancestor of the Vampire."

Emma was a little surprised: "How can you be so sure."

Beta said: "Because just now I vaguely felt the smell of dark energy emanating from the carriage. Although the dark energy in the Temple of Hades is also sinister, it is not aggressive. But the dark energy just now was full of resentment. Being able to use dark energy Yes, it’s not necessarily a vampire, but a vampire will definitely use dark energy.”

"Go in directly now?" Shirley asked from the side.

Beta looked at the sky and said: "Soldiers are very quick. If we delay it any longer, it may be detrimental to us."

About three minutes later, a dozen guards from the Trump family were standing scattered at the door, yawning. Although it was daytime, their spirits were very poor. They didn’t know why. They felt that they were getting worse and worse recently. The more tired you get.

After yawning, one of the guards looked up at the sky as a habit, and then saw an orange fireball as big as a boulder falling from the sky.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the energy of the moxibustion heat turned into flying ash... The fireball fell at the entrance of the manor. After a brief silence, the door of the manor turned into a huge pit in an instant, and then he heard There was a loud boom, and the ground shook for a while, and stones from the sky fell like rain in all directions.