The Origin of Arcane

The lean middle-aged man explained with confidence: "Master, you think, the slaves you bought before have been tuned by no one knows how many hands have passed, and they have been trained by unknown people. Although they are easy to use, they are not. The first-hand things are different for these people. It is you, sir, who ran into the mountains and caught them personally. If you can personally train them into qualified slaves, it would be a sense of accomplishment."

"Well, it makes sense." Although Bartley doesn't like the other party, it does make sense. It sounds very exciting. Among his group, it seems that no one has achieved such an achievement. Really trained one or two outstanding slaves, and brought them out at the masquerade, which can definitely attract a circle of eyes, "Go on, are there any more? Just these are not worth the gold."

"It is a reward from the master that the master gave it, and it is right for the master not to give it. There is nothing worthless. It is an honor for a villain to advise the master." The lean middle-aged man always has a humble face. "If they are just serfs, the villain will never disturb the master's Yaxing, but these are the seedlings of gladiators. Look at their arms and legs, especially this hand, with more than three stones. His strong bow is definitely a breeze. Maybe there are one or two eagle archers and giant bear hunters hidden inside. Throw them on the arena for a few laps. The best gladiators can survive. If you can shine in the gladiatorial conference, the master's face will be so bright. After all, the gladiators of other slave owners are bought with money, and the master's slaves are personally captured, not of a grade. thing."

"Okay, okay, very good." Bartley said three times in a row, and threw the bag of gold coins to the lean middle-aged man. After sweeping away the depression, his whole face was shining, and he turned his head towards the other. A young man on the sliding rod said, "Benson, I didn't expect that your subordinates still have such a talented person, who came up with such a wonderful idea. Why didn't you think of it before? You make a price, I want this person."

The young man named Benson seemed to have just woke up and yawned feebly, "If you like it, just take it away. Let me mention anything about money or not. This kind of person, my father will handle it. I don’t know how much there is. He’s already showing his face, and he can’t go into the mountains anymore, and it’s useless. I have said that slave hunting is not the same as hunting. It’s hard work. You don’t believe me, believe it now. Come on, oops, my waist is more tiring than fighting those little fairies for a thousand rounds in bed."

　　 "It's not hard!" Bartley said blushingly, "If it really looks like...what's your name?"

"Heber, Heber Xhosa, it is an honor for the villain to serve the master. Although the villain will not be able to enter the mountains again in the future, the villain also knows a little bit of slavery and relative skills, and will never disappoint the master. "The lean middle-aged man was overjoyed. This is the main reason why he has been active these days. Now he finally got what he wanted.

Heber himself also knew that leading the slave hunter team into the mountain was a one-shot deal. Once he showed up, the risk of entering the mountain again became extremely high. Not to mention that he might be exposed to the treacherous tricks of the mountain people because of his identity, leading to the slave hunting. The team was ambushed, and few people would use the ghost slaves who had already taken the road. Their use value in the Bastille of Hunter City had greatly shrunk. If they could approach the noble master from the capital, their future life would be guaranteed.

"Heber, yes, yes, it's a talent, work hard, and the master will not treat you badly in the future." When I am in a good mood, I won't find it so annoying when I look at the other person. Bartley said a little dancing and dancing. The plan can be done, sir, I will be famous in Sauron City by then, and they dare not say that I am unlearned and skillless, and it is best to kill Philip and Patlem, two stupid Gladiators. Let them be the biggest jokes, haha...no, luck alone is not possible. After going back, they will have to be trained in a good way. This is more certain. How long will it take to return to the Bastille? I can’t wait. ."

　　 "It's useless to be impatient." Benson is still half-dead, "At least two days away."

"Two more days?! Is there no shortcut?" Bartley asked impatiently. For an impatient person, having a good idea and not putting it into action immediately is more than a cat scratching in his heart. Still uncomfortable.

"There is a shortcut..." Eber, who had just taken refuge, did not let go of any chance of performance. He was about to open his mouth, but Benson let out a cold snort and was shocked back into his stomach. Compared to Bartley, he was more afraid of himself. The original owner, Bartley, although a bit irritable and irritable, will show what kind of expressions such a person has straightforwardly. As long as you can grasp his character, it is better to serve him, but Benson is different. One day At the end of the day, you feel sick, as if you are dying at any time, but when you are really violent, it makes people panic. The most important thing is that you thought you had already figured out this young man, but soon you found out that the other party had something more. On the other side of the deep level, this kind of uncertain person is the most difficult type of master to serve. Under this kind of person, many times you don't know how to die.

Benson sat up halfway and glanced at Eber with a wolf-like look. It seemed to warn him not to talk nonsense, but he dealt with Bartley casually, "Who blamed this? It was because of your moment. I only ran this far since I got up. I suggested going back two days ago. For this kind of thing, just try something fresh. Who knows you won’t be crazy enough."

"Okay, okay, let's preach to the old immortal virtue, sir, I just ran out to relax because I couldn't stand the old guy's talk, not to listen to you." Bartley was angry Benson rolled his eyes, "Don't put on your airs here, Eber is already my person, you can't control it, if you have anything to say, he dare not do anything to you."

　　 "This..." Eber glanced at Benson secretly. The other party was still an expressionless poker face, and he couldn't see any happiness, anger, sorrow or sorrow. The more he did, the more it made him chill.

　　 "What? Lord, I can't speak as good as he speaks?" Seeing Heber's behavior reminded Bartley of some unpleasant memories, his eyes fired, and his nose was irritated.

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Eber weighed for a while. Although Benson was terrible, he was the former master after all. Bartley was the future master. He gritted his teeth and said, "Let us come. At that time, the ancient river course can be returned one and a half days earlier, but the risk will be greatly increased."

　　 "The risk has increased significantly? Nonsense, didn't we come in safely before? Besides, we have leveled all the barbarians' villages on the way, how can there be any danger?" Bartley said dissatisfied.

Eber said in his heart that a layman is a layman, and he explained: "It's different. We were all our own when we came in. It is easier to hide our whereabouts. But now with so many mountain people, only a few of them are not afraid of death. Yes, deliberately making a little noise will easily expose us. These mountain people are like mice, everywhere, even if the villain has been here for more than ten years, I dare not say that we will touch all the surrounding villages. It’s clear that if we pass by an unknown village, once we are entangled, it will be troublesome. Moreover, in the village that we have breached before, many adult hunters have gone out hunting, and they are not in the village. They are the top hunters, and many of them are ruthless characters who dare to fight alone with the giant beasts in the mountains. The jungles of the ancient rivers are born, which is very beneficial for them to hide and whereabouts..."

"Ha, this is a good thing." After hearing this, Bartley not only didn't smell the murderous intent inside, but was very excited, "Master Ben is also worried that the level of these goods we caught is too poor, and it will delay the major event of the Master. If you can really catch a few giant bear hunters and giant tiger hunters, that would be the best thing. Hey, you haven’t seen the strength of the knight brought by this master. You can use a few hunters to turn it over. What waves are coming. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"It's not the same, it's not the same!" At this moment, Eber wished to slap himself twice, making himself talkative and eager to express himself, now let himself be pitted, if this master makes a slight mistake, let alone himself, Even people who have a close relationship with him will not have any way to survive. He knows that it is useless to say more. Such a noble master has seen too many and too many things, saying from a slave like him If they come out, no matter how reasonable they are, they will only listen to what they want to hear and hear what they don’t want to hear. It’s good to ignore or whipping. If you have a higher temper, even if you have nine lives, it’s not enough. , After the fact, it also said in a beautiful name, get rid of the evil slaves who bewitched the master.

Heber can only stare at Benson eagerly, pinning his hopes on her, hoping that his former owner can be more sensible, and don’t accept Bartley’s bewilderment easily, and hope that the other party can understand that the sneak attack and being attacked completely They are two different things. The grasslands and the mountains are completely two distinct battlefields. If it is the former, a knight armed with teeth and a small group (ten people) of mountain hunters that can be chased by three or five followers are running around. Becoming the latter, one or two mountain hunters can turn around the knights of a squadron (30 people).

　　 didn't want to think, if the knights could exert their power here, the iron cavalry led by the Man Yu army would have stepped down here a long time ago, how could these mountain people stay away for so many years? Where is the special slave town of Bastille needed to help them hunt slaves?

Benson directly ignored the look in Heber's pleading eyes, and hated this troublesome guy in his heart. When he came out of the mountain, even if he had promised to give it to Batley, he would definitely find a way to kill this guy. He even dared to kill the little clever. It was so tricky that he really thought Benson Batchel was such a good talker.