Panlong, I started with the main godhead

Three days later, in the evening, Matthews and the others sat around the fire. Everyone in the mercenary group was also happy. During this adventure in the Warcraft Mountains, they were able to protect a level 7 Warcraft crystal core. And with Matthews as a walking nobleman, they will not make less money on this trip.

At the captain's signal, his subordinates took out a set of gorgeous clothes that obviously did not match the style of their mercenary group. The female magician handed it to Matthews with a look of reluctance, and Matthews also took the clothes in surprise.

He pointed at his clothes and himself. Asked: "Is it for - me -?"

The group leader nodded and said, "Yes!"

The thin, sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked soldier who had accompanied Matthews on the hunt smiled and gestured: "We, the leader, said that this is a gift for you when we part ways. "

Mathews suddenly felt that he had met a good person. Such gorgeous clothes were not cheap at first glance. He swore in his heart that when he became prosperous in the future, he would repay this mercenary group well.

After saying that, with their kind encouragement, I put on this gorgeous dress, although it was a little unfitting. But he still deliberately showed it to these kind people and gave them a thumbs up and thanks.

Matthews happily drank a few more glasses and went to bed early.

"Captain, do you really want to dress him in such nice clothes?"

Raymond, the leader of the Crazy Python Mercenary Group, looked at the strongest female magician in his team and said, "Well, the money you spent on clothes will be deducted from this mission."

"But this is the gift I bought for my father when I passed by that city last time."

When the warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks saw this, he stepped forward and explained: "Don't be stingy, he doesn't want to dress more gorgeously. How can we explain that he is a noble in trouble, and how can we sell it for a good price."

"Humph, what you contributed is not yours!"

The leader of the group, Raymond, showed his majesty at this time and said directly: "Okay, this time we can divide ten more gold coins into him."

"Captain, what about me? I suggested it!"

"It's indispensable for you."

"Thank you, Commander, the boss is mighty."

Captain Raymond waved his hand and said directly: "Okay, keep an eye on him. Although we drugged him, the archer reported last time that his body is absolutely strong, so don't let anything go wrong."

"Hehe, don't worry, boss. There is absolutely no problem with my drugging him. Even if he is a sixth-level warrior, I can guarantee that he will not wake up before tomorrow evening!"

Seeing his subordinates patting their chests in assurance, the leader Raymond nodded. Then he signaled everyone not to relax their vigilance, even though it was relatively close to the city. But because too many mercenary groups gather here, gangsters and gangsters are not uncommon.

Matthews just fell asleep peacefully, not knowing that he had been taken to the gathering place of slave traders by these people he thought were kind-hearted people.

"Fionza, it's in stock."

With a familiar shout from the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked warrior, a courtyard door opened. A shrewd warrior came out. After looking at it, he said, "It's you. Didn't you become a mercenary? What kind of goods do you have?"

"Hehehe, we are all acquaintances. How can I still lie to you!"

Seeing that he was an acquaintance, the soldier named Feanza opened the door and welcomed a few people from the Crazy Python Mercenary Group in.

After the sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked warrior signaled, several people carried out the sleeping Matthews. This Fionsa could tell at a glance that Matthews' clothes didn't fit him, and said bluntly: "You are so boring. I thought it was some good stuff."

The soldier with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pointed at Matthews and said: "I can't lie to you anymore, we are all acquaintances. This is definitely a noble in trouble, and I got it by chance."

Fionsa walked over and looked at Matthews' hands. The skin was indeed delicate. There is no cocoon of labor and the use of weapons and attacks, the teeth are perfect, and the skin on the face is delicate. A sense of nobility arises spontaneously!

After all, Matthews was a college student before, and he had a body newly conceived by the power of the Lord God. Naturally, he was considered a noble by this slave trader!

"How much do you want?"

"We are all acquaintances, Baqian!"

"If there's more, you can take it away."

"Look, you're not interested anymore. Tell me how much you can give me?"

"four thousand!"

The warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks refused directly: "I'm not a novice. Please give me your honest price."

"Okay, for the sake of our acquaintance, I'll give you an extra five hundred!"

"No, you are embarrassing my brother and me."

Fionsa looked at a strong warrior standing aside who said nothing. In his estimation, this warrior was at least level seven. The leader of the seventh-level magician here has gone out to have fun, otherwise he can take advantage of others.

"The most I can offer is five thousand."

The warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks looked at Fionsa's expression, and he estimated that this was close to the price limit. I looked at their leader again, and the leader of the Crazy Python Mercenary Group said, "I'll give you five thousand five hundred."

"Okay, deal!"

Matthews was sold to a slave trader for 5,500 gold coins by what he thought was a kind person.

"Put him in a separate prison and check whether he has magic power and fighting spirit."

Just after Fionza finished giving the order, Mathews was carried to the prisoner's cellar. After inspection, it was found that Matthews had no fighting spirit or magic, so he was not given the equipment to use magic and fighting spirit.

At the same time, the warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks said to the leader of their mercenary group: "Boss, what should I do with this weapon of his?"

The main artifact requires a god to exert its power, and the leader is only a seventh-level warrior. So naturally he didn't realize that the thing in his hand was something that many strong men in the divine plane would go crazy about. Even after he tried it, it was relatively sharp.

The leader weighed the weapon in his hand. He used a heavy weapon hammer. He was not comfortable using this Death Scythe, so he said, "Let's wait until it is auctioned in the next city."

Matthews woke up from hunger in the evening. He was happy yesterday because he was about to go to the first city in another world. Coupled with the enthusiastic drinking from those people, he drank too much.

Matthews rubbed his head, which was still a little dazed, and opened his eyes.

"Crash-"

As he raised his hand to rub his head, the chain that locked his hand was dragged. At this time he also discovered something unusual!

"ah--"

"What the hell-"

After Matthews sat up, he found that his hands and feet were cuffed. Looking at the surrounding environment, it was a dark basement with some people who were also handcuffed next to it.

"Someone, help!"

In desperation, Mathews shouted for help in Chinese. A person next to him shook his head and watched his actions.

Sure enough, someone came in after a while, noisily saying to the locked slaves: "Why are you noisy? I will kill you if you annoy me."