"screw"



"screw"

The daytime in the foundry city of Jino is prosperous and busy.

Yuan Qian went out for a walk wearing a plain dress, bought some gadgets needed for the trip, and returned to the room with the food.

As Xiaoman packed her bag and the things she brought with her, she watched him use a knife to cut a hole in the freshly-baked bread, put in thin slices of salted meat, fresh and crispy vegetable slices, and sauce, and then pass it to her when it was done.

She looked down at the food - it was similar to the portable snacks that were available everywhere, made by wrapping dishes with pasta, and was even simpler because it did not require heating the fillings. In fact, the process was very rough, but it looked much more refined - she took a bite, chewed, blinked, and swallowed.

"Does it taste okay?" Su Mei asked uncertainly.

"Delicious." Xiaoman said and took another bite.

Seeing that she really didn't like it, Yuan Qian made the remaining ingredients into an alien world version of a sandwich and ate one himself.

"——So, no one comes to trouble us." Xiaoman said, shaking off the bread crumbs on his hands.

"Yes." Su Mei nodded. "Perhaps the person behind last night's incident doesn't want to track us down, and plans to end it by silencing us. Or maybe they won't take action until after dark tonight. Should we wait a little longer?"

"I want to go to the guild and take a look." Xiaoman thought about it and proposed a different action plan.

"Okay. I'll come too." Su Mei stood up happily. "I haven't been to the Mercenary Guild yet."

"No?" Xiaoman asked doubtfully.

She trusted Su Mei, but she didn't think her companion was just an ordinary low-class boy with no experience. Because whether it was his clothes that would never get dirty or his action last night that directly destroyed Feller's psychological defense, it didn't belong to someone who had always lived an ordinary life.

"Really." She raised her hands to show that she was empty-handed. There was no weapon such as a knife in her palm or on her body. She was just a weak civilian fox.

He said sincerely, "I am just a child raised by the Abandoned. I have never had the opportunity to travel before. You are my first travel companion. The Mercenary Guild has nothing to do with the Abandoned. When those people see me, they will only think that I am worth a few gold coins."

In addition to the character setting added by the flower sentiment value, it is an objective statement. In Xiaoman's talent judgment, he really is not lying, so she asked: "Do I have to cover my face?"

"It doesn't matter. If the security in Bronze City is so bad... maybe we can just lure out that person's accomplices?" Su Mei smiled.

White hair slid down from his shoulders, and his golden pupils were slightly focused, looking peaceful and beautiful in the small room in the afternoon.

Xiao Man suddenly remembered that his companion was a rare "golden blood" and was the most suitable person for fishing and law enforcement in terms of force.

After all, she was not a true beastman, and had no feelings towards the so-called bloodline suppression. When she met another holder of golden blood before, she almost got exposed and her identity was discovered.

As an outsider who was born to be excluded from the topics related to grooming and horn grinding among the beastmen, Xiaoman often failed to realize the strength behind his friends' beautiful appearance.

They left the inn and headed for the Mercenaries Guild on the other side of the city.

At the same time, Yuan Qian was not idle either.

He controlled his newly created persona and walked leisurely into the Chamber of Commerce in the central area of ​​Bronze City in the sunshine.

The door of the Chamber of Commerce was magnificently decorated and covered with high-quality carpets. At the wide doorway, two sturdy young men in leather armor were standing with their backs against a stone pillar covered with carvings. When they saw this mysterious man hiding himself, they looked wary.

The tall and thin man, wearing a heavy cloak and a silver mask that completely concealed his appearance, raised his hand, took out a business card with the Chamber of Commerce logo from his sleeve, and handed it to the guard through his exquisitely crafted gloves.

"Please inform the president. Winchester is passing by and wants to have a cup of tea with the president. I wonder if the president is willing to do me a favor?"

He said this with a smile, appearing very friendly and not humble.

The voice is not deep, but has a very young tone, a little hoarse, but it sounds very pleasant.

As a character that has been established with emotional value, Mr. Winchester is of course a real identity in this world, so he was quickly welcomed in with great respect and was personally received by the president who came in a hurry.

He thought that if this part could be drawn into the comic, it would be great, but if not, it didn't matter. The first step was for this merchant to appear in Bronze City in public, and the second step was to get close to Xiaoman. Sooner or later, he would appear in the main storyline.

After last night's preparations, Winchester is ready to have the next step in his intersection with the protagonist group, but Yuan Qian's previous idea was to reveal and confirm Su Mei's past through the emergence of another identity, and he does not intend to change it now.

So the character Winchester should be here for Xiaoman.

The golden blood is naturally a superior bloodline, while the defective ones seem to be the opposite. They do not belong to the beastmen, have a short lifespan, are completely rejected by the natural elements respected by the beastmen, and are ostracized due to rumors.

But it belongs to Xiaoman, and this girl is the protagonist of the story. So the true definition of this identity must not stop at the surface, and may be more noble than gold and mithril. Winchester, a character that has not yet added more secret settings, can certainly come for her.

In order to add spice to this plot, he also planned to act out another scene with the president.

The man wrapped in a cloak sat in the middle of the sofa, looking lazy. The eyes behind the mask stared at the warm tea poured by the president of the Bronze City branch, and chatted leisurely about trivial topics.

He suddenly changed the subject and said suggestively, "By the way, do you have a source of 'snails'? Although it's comfortable to go on vacation alone, it's a bit boring to do it all the time."

The last comic update showed three nicknames for the goods related to "scoop nets", or people like Filler. The "fish" and "shrimp" represent the victims, and their purpose and destination are difficult to determine.

Yuan Qian was not a gambler, he would rather use the last type of "snail" which was obviously used for the enjoyment of the rich and powerful to ask questions. After all, he was just trying to get information, and he could legitimately take the opportunity to rescue some victims, which was better than falling into the hands of others.

The president of the Jino City Chamber of Commerce was not surprised at all when he heard Winchester say this. He just smiled casually and said, "Of course, we have it anytime if we ask for it. The quality will not disappoint you. But they are just some small things. How can they be called a source of goods? I will send some to Mr. Winchester for him to taste later. The bill will be on me."

The latter sentence was said to the subordinate next to him, who responded immediately.

It was a great pleasure to make a move. Seeing the warm and friendly attitude of the white-bearded and respected branch president in front of him, Yuan Qian experienced firsthand how much benefit a wealth level he had set himself could bring.

But this generosity also means that there will be no shortage of victims in this industry. Yuan Qian thought that Xiaoman was only about the same age as the older brother of the kidnapped brothers in the comics, and there were countless other victims, and he felt like he was ready to fight. Fortunately, in order to save emotional value, the body under this cloak was basically not capable of fighting, otherwise he would have been unable to resist.

Later, he returned to the temporary residence he had bought as Winchester, which was located in a wealthy area and came with a full set of servants and a small garden. As expected, he saw the batch of "snails" that had been carefully dressed up and delivered.

——Very good, they are all minors whose bodies are obviously not fully developed.

Yuan Qian looked at these unlucky kids who crawled out of the boxes disguised as food ingredients one by one and knelt in front of him. He felt his fists clenched again.

The quality of the goods delivered had obviously been screened, and all of them looked good enough, but they did not have the eyes that were supposed to be of their age. Instead, they were full of fear and confusion, and their young faces had forced smiles that were trained to please. When normal people saw them, they would feel uncomfortable, as if they were seeing plants that had been deliberately cultivated to be deformed and withered.

Seven or eight boys and girls, who had been quickly trained with cruel means to ensure they were well-behaved and obedient, knelt on the carpet, trembling even more violently as they felt the cold breath emanating from their new masters.

"Please thank the president for me. I like it 'very much.'" Winchester said indifferently to the person who delivered the gift, and his tone did not show that he cared much about this gift.

After those people left, Yuan Qian first spent the little remaining emotional value to buy a one-time scanning service to confirm that these "snails" were just commodities and did not carry some magical marks like the "scoop nets", nor were they installed with any eavesdropping props.

The Incomplete is a world with magic, so even if it looks backward, it cannot be underestimated. Yuan Qian once again reaffirmed his belief in getting the identity of Mithril Blood, although he still did not dare to open the panel in advance to calculate the specific price.

On the surface, he just asked these children: "Do you remember where your home is? Or the names of your parents. I can take you back."

"I don't remember. We belong to you," they answered in unison.

...It's over. I'm afraid this question is also one of the main items of repeated brainwashing. Those children who insist that they remember may have met with an unexpected accident, or perhaps have been assigned to other uses.

Yuan Qian thought it was fortunate that Winchester was wearing a mask that covered his entire face, otherwise it would be difficult for him to control his expression at this moment.

He was silent for a long time, and finally chuckled.

"...belong to me?" he whispered. "I have only evil thoughts here, and...more than the people who destroyed your family."

"Don't show up in my sight anymore. Do whatever you want. The butler will give you food and clothes."

He turned and walked away.

Since he couldn't find out their origins for the time being, he couldn't send them home. Yuan Qian himself was under the pressure of debt and impending death. He didn't have the energy and time to slowly influence these children, let alone choose to hand over a lot of burdens to the protagonist.

In that case, they can only be left alone. At least Winchester has the money to support them and ensure that they have enough food and clothing, and they don't have to worry about being hurt. The treatment is good enough.

Among the children, there was a skinny little girl who stared blankly at the lonely back of her "new owner". Suddenly, she got up and tried to catch up with him, raising her fingers to try to grab the corner of the clothes covered with intricate embroidery.

But as soon as she took a step, she stumbled and fell on the carpet, and then lost the little courage she had. She had to huddle and hug herself, and stayed like a group of confused lambs with other more numb people who didn't pay attention to her actions.


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