Saint

Chapter 28: two days and one night (four)

Byron was forbidden to keep slaves. The era of trampling on slaves was long gone. But the orcs in the black continent are different. The constitution is based on the position of human beings. These uncivilized indigenous people cannot get any legal support. Orc slaves are mainly concentrated in the southern manors, plantations and several mineral veins. The number is not large, and it is difficult to catch. On the one hand, the cost of domesticating and managing dozens of orcs is far less than employing a group of workers at a reasonable price. Only in the Western kingdom of the Coliseum, the demand is larger, but the current world, far from decades ago, thousands of ships to the black continent, like gold rush crazy, the slave market in the town, prosperous day into the fight for gold, now, the slave ship, is a declining industry. Fulan suspected that the ancient book full of plants should be the product of the wisdom of the orcs in the black continent. Understanding it might help him. His enemies are all big figures with power. They fight head-on and win like a rookie. They want to win millions from casinos with a few yuan. We must have more knowledge and use intelligence to make up for the lack of strength. "There are one hundred and seventy thousand more." Fulan calculated that for ordinary people, it is a huge sum of money, but Fulan's plan is still far from enough. After several hours of walking in the night, about 1 o'clock in the morning, several families appeared on the plain beside the hills. Fulan drives the horse towards the village. People and horses are very tired. He wants to find a place to stay. It seems that few people pass by. Except for three simple wooden houses, there is only a row of grey tile sheds, and there are several large trunks of two meters long. The place not far from the hills is relatively flat, and it is dense forest. This place is probably a temporary camp for loggers, but with the emergence of red bricks, the whole wood is not as popular as it used to be. The night was deep, and the simple camp was sleeping peacefully. Fulan tied his horse to the post of one of the wooden houses. By the way, he looked through the black paint window and saw no one. "Anyone?" he shouted. Soon, there was an impatient voice in the other room, "who?" A shirtless beard opened the door a little bit, looked over, squinted to see Fulan's look, and asked in confusion, "do you buy wood?" "Sir, I want to find a place to stay for one night." Fulan said, "are the other two rooms occupied?" "No, they have to come in a few days." beard felt his short neck and opened the door to walk out. Probably for convenience, he also wore blue canvas pants and rolled the leg on the knee to expose the curved leg hair. "I'm willing to pay five silver coins." Fulan took out some change, "one night, I'll leave tomorrow morning." "Of course, it's no problem." Beard said. He looked at Fulan's horse and the suitcase in his hand, "would you like some wine?" "Clear water is enough." Fulan is a little thirsty. The door of the house is not locked, but there is no light. The only source of light is the moonlight through two windows in front of and behind the house. There is no bed in the house, just a few dirty canvas in the corner, and axe and other logging tools in the other corner. "It's not the time for the start of this season, so there's no one to take care of it." beard explained, "or, you can go to my room and rest, and give fifteen silver coins." "It's enough to keep out of the wind." Fulan is not picky. "Oh, good sir, it doesn't matter where I live." beard rubbed his hands, "as long as fifteen silver coins, you can live comfortably, and I can also earn a little money." "That's fine." The environment of the bearded wooden house is almost the same, but the quilts are cleaner. Fulan has drunk water, took off his coat, and in the dark room, the occasional insect song from the forest, such as a lullaby, makes Fulan sleepy and tired. He didn't sleep well. Maybe, from that strange experience, he didn't sleep well. There was still a small half cup of water on the floor. He picked up and drank it, put on his clothes, and went out to feed the horses. In the camp, there was no sign of Lowsant. In the other two rooms, there was no woodcutter with a long beard. It's more than four o'clock to see the start star twinkling under the black night. "The horse was stolen?" Fulan thought, this kind of tame horse, even if a stranger rode it, he would not struggle. Maybe the woodcutter will get the financial support. An old horse can also be sold for a lot of money. Fulan sighed and thought, "I'm really a disaster star. Even horses can't stay long." In the silent night, the faint sound can spread far away. Fulan heard the sound of horse's hooves from the road. He returned to the house to see what it was. There were four people coming, and the leader was beard. They dismounted in the distance, and they came together to discuss what they were talking about. Then, beard took out a big axe from a room. "Are you sure you're asleep?" someone whispered. "When I left, he was sleeping soundly." beard replied, "if I'm not afraid that he has a small pistol, I'll swallow the money alone. Those who dare to go out alone will prepare some weapons." "How much is it?" another person asked with interest. "Shh, keep your voice down. Look at the clothes, it's a rich man with a small suitcase, maybe tens of thousands of yuan." It seems that the lumberjack has something to do with the bandits nearby. Maybe he is a member of the bandits. Fulan crumpled his coat into a ball and put it under the quilt. At a glance, it seemed that he was still sleeping. He picked up the suitcase and turned it out of the back window. The door was carefully pushed open, and bearded and two people came in. They looked at each other, and one of them nodded. Bearded swung an ax and cut it. The noise of metal cutting into wood surprised the robbers, "he ran!" the robber called, and another robber who was outside also called, "here, I see him." Fulan wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to grab a horse to leave, but he accidentally kicked the debris on the ground. Four robbers soon caught up with him and surrounded him. "Gentlemen, four thousand yuan, return the horse to me and let me leave." Fulan calmly suggested. Beard laughs, "if you can get tens of thousands of yuan, why do we only need four thousand?" "Murder, can send you to the Death by hanging." "Would anyone know such a remote place?" the robber laughed, "don't be nervous, it won't make you die too hard." Fulan didn't wear a coat, and he couldn't see a small pistol at his waist. Bearded has already regretted that such a fat sheep can be done by one person. Why do you need more people to get money? The big axe used for logging only needs one time to break the skull, but the robber was surprised to open his mouth. The young man, who looks vulnerable, just raised an arm and blocked the axe. The fat sheep in the mind of the robber, threw down the box and said sadly, "man, when he is full of confidence and thinks he can satisfy his greed, he did not find that a leg has stepped out of the cliff." The strong fabric of the shirt and trousers sends out a groan. Then, it is torn into pieces of cloth by the gradually expanding muscle. It is a moderate height of 1. 7 meters. In the blink of an eye, it grows up to be a tiger shaped man. It looks very different. In the night, the ugly face is full of scars, just like a monster. The robber was petrified by the scene beyond reason. A stream of spicy liquid wet their crotch. The devil gasps. When he changes his body, the muscle pulls, the bone grows, and the cells divide rapidly, which is undoubtedly a painful process. He hoped to the robber and murmured, "it won't be too hard to die, I promise." There was a bit of blood in the air. Fulan dug four pits in the forest to bury the robbers. There are some superfluous clothes in the wooden house, which are not very fit, and can barely be put on. He walked to Lowsant in a trance. At first, the old horse was kicking his hoof in panic, and gently stroking it before it calmed down. "Let's leave." Fulan sighed. He stepped on the horse and buried his head in the hair of the mount. Until then, his body couldn't help shaking violently, he was dizzy, and the feeling of nausea and vomiting was rolling in his chest and throat. This is the first time that he killed people. It's the first time that he was sentenced to death without a court or a bench and executed it by himself. "People..." his voice is a little crying, I don't know if it's a robber or for myself.