Chapter 13 Damn it, can the wetland lizardmen be so well behaved? !

Death is normal in this world.

Even though he was originally an ordinary person and was not qualified to go hunting outside the city, he could still see mutilated corpses in the alleys of the Ninth District from time to time.
But the exploded head of the wetland lizardman and the thick smell of blood in the air still made Lear's heart skip a beat.

Seriously speaking, this was the first time he had seen such a scene. But in the blink of an eye, he forced himself to suppress his fluctuating emotions.

In this world, there is no room for the weak to survive.

In the future, this kind of scene will become a daily occurrence.

He looked at the frantic McCann.

The intelligence said that the other party was in a hurry to take action and three people died in such a short time!

The other party said that the number dropped by more than 100 in a week, which is not an exaggeration.

On the contrary, it is a bit conservative.

If this continues, maybe when he comes again next week, there will only be a few left here.

Lear said softly.

"President McCann, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Mikan, who was pregnant, smiled bitterly.

"You have also seen the cruelty of these lizardmen. If you buy them back, I cannot give you any guarantees."

He couldn't guarantee anything even with these lizardmen here.
Lear nodded.

His eyes were fixed on the swamp creatures that were becoming restless after smelling the blood.

"That's the way it is."

He said this without hesitation, took out a cloth bag full of gold coins and handed it over.

"This is one thousand gold coins. Please confirm it, President McKen."

McCann took it, weighed it, and his expression softened.

I took it in my hand and was about to open it to take a look when I suddenly noticed a rose pattern on the bag.

The pupils shrank sharply.

He raised his head again and looked at the boy with calm eyes.

His expression has changed.

He carefully handed the cloth bag to the follower beside him, whispered a few words in his ear, and then waved his hand.

"Go and get this slavery staff, and deposit the gold coins into the account."

He waited for the servant to leave and said carefully.

"Sir, I just saw a rose pattern on the bag. It is exclusive to Her Highness Philena and is rarely used by outsiders."

There are many family emblems that use roses, but the unique rose pattern above is exclusive to the Flower of the North.

No one dares to use it impersonally!

Lear said softly.

"President McKen has good eyesight. These thousand gold coins were given by Her Highness Philena."

He said and smiled.

"President McKen should also know that most pioneering lords like us are not wealthy."

“It is also necessary to accept some gifts.”

Mikan swallowed and gave a dry laugh.

That makes sense. What the hell!!

That's Her Highness Philena?!

Such a person gave you gold coins as development funds, and you said it so lightly! !
And if it is used for development, this amount of funds is probably only a small part of it, right?
Who is this young man?
For a moment, Lear's young face became mysterious.

Not long after, the servant who had just gone down came up again, handed him a scepter half an arm's length, and whispered in McKen's ear.

Then, a smile broke out on McKen's fat face at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his tone became respectful.

"My Lord, this is the Scepter of Servitude that controls the Ring of Servitude."

"The slavery rings around their necks have been connected to the scepters through magic."

"As long as you hold the scepter, you can easily control their life and death. Moreover, this is the latest generation of magical creation. The energy that maintains the slavery ring is the power drawn from the slaves. As long as the slaves are not dead, it will never be exhausted."

"A slave controlled by the Slavery Ring will be punished by the Slavery Ring if he or she has the thought of resisting or stealing the Slavery Scepter. It is absolutely safe."

He was quite complacent at first, but became less confident later on.

After Lear took it, he coughed dryly.

"Where shall these slaves be sent to you?"

"The House of Roses."

President Mikan looked as if he had expected it.

"That's a great place. I heard that it was a hobby of Her Highness Philena ten years ago."

Halfway through his words, he saw that Li Er didn't react, so he smiled awkwardly and immediately said.

"I'll send someone over right away." "However, I'm afraid the other party may not be safe, and some of them may be lost on the way, so you need to make arrangements in advance."

These wetland lizardmen are like time bombs that may explode at any time.

Upon hearing this, Li Er turned and looked at the wetland lizardman in the cage.

ready?

Sensing his gaze, the wetland lizardmen, stimulated by the blood, became more agitated.

The shrill curses in the Lizardman language continued, piercing and sharp.

He was pinned down by shackles and controlled by the ring of slavery, but the ferocity in his amber eyes remained undiminished!

Lear frowned slightly.

The godhead that floats in the seed of magic power exudes endless pressure, threatening the soul!
The Remnant Power of the Gods (1 star, can grow) emits the residual power of the swamp god to intimidate the target. If the intimidation is successful, it will leave a mark on its soul and make it submit forever. The worse the target's condition and the weaker its resistance, the higher the success rate. If the intimidation fails, the opponent will fall into a rage and counterattack.

"Shut up!"

The scolding echoed in the hall.

To outsiders, it seems ordinary.

But at this moment, the wetland lizardmen only felt thunder exploding in their ears. At this moment, they felt an unspeakable and difficult to express fear.

It's like their god, looking down on them!
That is the original pressure, the fear from the deepest part of the soul.

During this period, they have been captured and tortured, cut off from water and food, imprisoned in cages, and may die at any time. Due to various reasons, the nerves of these wetland lizardmen have already become extremely fragile.

When a beast is injured, it becomes crazier.

If you show it, you will get angry!
But the soul has long been weak.

After just a few breaths, their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, and the ferocity in their eyes turned into endless fear and trembling. They lowered their heads one by one and suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, Lil Fu was moved to the heart.

The spiritual power dissipated and left a mark in their souls.

The moment the mark was imprinted, he could clearly sense the hostility of these lizardmen turning into obedience and fanatical worship.

From now on, these swamp creatures will be under his control.

McKen, who witnessed this scene, felt his heart tremble and he swallowed subconsciously.

Just two words turned these ferocious beasts into obedient little cats?
This is a fucking wetland lizardman!
Inside the prison, no amount of torture could suppress its brutal instincts, and it was a swamp monster that could endure the pain of the ring of slavery that penetrated deep into its soul!

Just a simple word of "shut up" made them scared?

He turned to look at Lear, and his eyes changed.

As expected, the person who was given the task of exploring resources by Her Highness Philena is unfathomable, unfathomable!
"Cooperate with the arrangement, and I will take you back to the wilderness."

These words spoken in a calm tone completely quieted the wetland lizardman in the cage, and the suppressed restlessness disappeared without a trace.

It seems to have always been so gentle.

"President McKen, you can send them to the Rose House now."

Only then did McKen come back to his senses, and with some surprise he gave instructions to his servants.

"Quick, send them to the Rose House immediately!"

Soon, two teams of heavily armored knights came forward.

Open the iron cage and escort the wetland lizardman out.

These heavy-armored knights are all mid-level knights, with levels as high as 9.

Every mid-level knight, with the same equipment, can easily kill hundreds of strong men who have not condensed the seeds of life.

Real high-level combat power!
Even in the guard corps of Loran City, level 9 is the main elite.

None of these slave traders are simple.

But facing a group of brutal swamp creatures who have no fear of death.

These soldiers also had some headaches.

It's easy to kill the enemy, but it's annoying to escort him.

But today was very strange. These brutal swamp creatures did not resist.

"Sir, can the shackles be removed from them?"

“Otherwise, it would be very troublesome to transport it.”

McKen looked at the well-behaved wetland lizardman and asked cautiously.

Before, he would never have thought of removing the shackles from the wetland lizardmen. It was too outrageous.

Lear nodded.

"can."

After getting his answer, McKeon gained some courage and tried to have the soldiers remove a few shackles first.

It's amazing that the Lizardmen, who couldn't even be controlled by the Ring of Slavery, were actually so obedient as to allow themselves to be controlled.

It seems that the previous madness and brutality were all illusions.
In his heart, he once again recognized Lear's methods and looked at him with even more respect.

(End of this chapter)