Law of the Devil

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(Today's addition, 5,000 words ~)

Chapter 188 [“Special Talents”]

Once again, he came to the slave market in Tidu, and this time Dewey was much more careful, wearing a tall cap, covering his face, coming down from Malaysia, in the crowd, just following General Lombardon.

It seems that there are far fewer people in the slave market today. The three men, though holding horses, did not have difficulty walking. Little Sandy had a little difficulty, and the little chestnut horse he was riding was a little disobedient, always against Little Sandy.

“You should smack it hard with a few whips.” General Lombardon looked at the boy and mumbled: “These animals are like this, the weaker you are, the more they will bully you. ”

But little Sandy couldn't help it. It was the first horse of his life. The friendly Mudd butler also promised Little Sandy that the pony would be given to him for his exclusive use. Looking at the beautiful chestnut fur on this horse, Sandy's whip couldn't get down.

“Right here.” Lombardon stopped the horses at the end of the long street away from the slave square, where the traffic was slightly lower and the nearest slave trader's platform was 100 metres away. In contrast, Dewey saw a lot of people on both sides of the street with white cloth on their bodies or arms, some young people, some middle-aged people, some low-level samurai.

Sometimes Dewey really doesn't understand... these desperate samurai, even if they are of low rank, even if they have only one rank, are at least samurai with official rank. How did you end up like this?

These guys have better martial arts than the average guy, right? If they are willing to join the army… the vast borders of the Empire require a large number of troops to guard and recruit recruits are advertised almost every year. Do these low-ranking warriors, in their own hands, not even qualify for military service?

Later, however, Dewey learned that this was probably the insistence or dignity of the so-called fighters. In the opinion of the samurai, even if it is only the lowest level of samurai, they would never be willing to go to the army if they had not walked the path… to be only a small soldier.

They are samurai, with official ranks, and they cannot tolerate themselves in the army, being drunk and yelled at by small heads who are ordinary people, climbing high and low. They'd rather be a minimal bodyguard in a carriage. Even hard work. But into the army?

Unless it's an officer!

But there are no major wars in the empire, it can be said that the whole continent is calm. Without war, it will be difficult to move from a small soldier to a small captain. If it is a war, it may be possible to do so in one day, but in times of peace… this process may take several years, even longer!

“It's like those college students I've seen in my past life who can't find a job, prefer to wait for work, and few are willing to go to a restaurant for a living.” Dewey sighed in secret.

Looking at the corners of the street, the pale samurai, with their rusty swords, their indifferent faces, their hollow eyes leaning there... Dewey suddenly felt some emotion.

Hualala!

Lombardon took a black cloth wrapped around his horse and threw it on the ground. In shape, as if it were a long bundle of strips, and in sound… as if it were metal?

That's right, metal.

As Lombardon untied the cloth, there was a long bundle of iron bars, the simplest of them all. There's a lot of rust even, God knows where this guy found these things.

Uh... he's not gonna tear down the house, take down the beam, is he? Dewey maliciously speculated.

Later, Lombardon seemed to know a lot about the rules of the slave market, and without Sandy's reminder, he grabbed an iron stick and stuck it in the ground.

It appears that many years of prison life did not abandon the general's martial arts, and he easily inserted an iron stick into a solid slate pavement and held the black cloth over the iron stick.

This means simply: solicitation.

Soon, all the young and old people in the neighborhood who were looking for work came close, and everyone had their prayers and expectations on their faces, but little Sandy quickly shouted under Lombardon's fingertips:

“Warrior! We need a warrior! A true warrior! ”

Sharp sounds of children stroke across the long streets as if they lit a little flame in the eyes of the fallen samurai on the corner!

As if dying people saw hope, many of the guys dressed in worn old swords were spiritually vibrating, subconsciously standing up straight, and then walking toward this place.

And the others who seek work, helplessly disappointed, shook their heads away.

“Your Excellency, who do you need?” A seemingly old man of Grandfather Dewey's age could have squeezed in, wearing an old grey linen coat, the iron sword in his arms… Dewey even wondered if he could pull it out, because the sheath was covered with yellowbrown rust.

“Are you an Adventure Group Recruiter? ”

“Is it a guard? ”

“Need a bodyguard? I am a warrior!! ”

At one time, a large group of people approached, most of them looking alike, with their beards pulled on their faces and their clothes shattered but washed clean with slurry and their weapons in their arms.

And the bigger similarity, these guys will never call you "sir” like the other people who are looking for a job, they will only call you “sir”.

It's a reflection of who they are: I'm different from ordinary people, I'm a warrior!

“Back off! Back off!” Lombardon's impatience swept through his eyes and squeezed them in front of him, whispering: “How come these guys are getting worse and worse now! Hey, you! Give me some room! ”

Lombardon's huge body was like a monster, he couldn't see how hard he was pushing, he pushed a few guys too close, and then he shouted, “Quiet for me! Quiet!”

He lifted his big hand like a puffin and pointed at the crowd in front of him and drank: “I need people, but I don't need shit! I need someone alive, someone alive! Understand? As long as you have a job that satisfies me, I don't care what the samurai level is on you! Let me see what you got. Who's first? ”

Perfect work?

Many calmed down.

“Hasn't anyone tried?” Lombardon's eyes were a little disappointed. He sighed back at Dewey: "Shit, a generation is worse than a generation. I used to be able to dig up some useful people here, but now what? Look at this bunch of scum, one who clearly doesn't have much skill, but still holds his own bullshit and insists... Psst! It's gold that always shines, but if it's not gold, it's just a piece of crap that doesn't deserve sympathy. ”

For half a day, no one came forward. Lombardon was a little impatient and shouted, “Don't you even have a job? Shit, you're samurai! Show me your best martial arts... if you can't do it, get out of my way! Don't take up any space! Watch your corner and die! ”

He was very polite, but from Dewey's point of view, it was mean, but... it made sense!

The world is realistic, if you know you can't do it, but you still stick to shit... that's stupid! Let's get an honest job and live hard!

Waste of daydreaming all day is not worthy of pity.

“Excuse me, Your Excellency, what are you talking about?” A thin man tries to squeeze out the crowd: “Can you be clear? ”

“I don't care what you are.” Lombardon grips his mouth: “What are you best at? Show me. ”

“I'm good at swordsmanship, sir.” This skinny guy tried to lift his sword: “My samurai rank is...”

“Well, I don't care about your rank.” Lombardon waves impatiently: "If you had a Grade Five Six title, you wouldn't be here. Show me what you can do. ”

The skinny samurai blushed, and then he picked up a stone at random, and a few strokes on the wall next to him drew a human figure that was about the same proportion as the real person.

He took a step back and took a deep breath, pulling out his sword suddenly...

shuffle shuffle shuffle...

The long sword flies out lightly and quickly, and the blade is spotted on top of the humanoid pattern on the wall like a rain spot.

Finally, when this skinny guy retreated, Lombardon glanced at the figure and his eyes suddenly lit up!

On that human figure, the area of both eyes, the area of the throat, the area under the ribs, and... the area of the crotch, it was all stabbed!

Fast and accurate! Every sword of this samurai is poisonous and stabbed in these areas... all in places where armor cannot be covered!

His swordsmanship is usually seen as some despicable, some less bright and upright, like a snake.

And the badge on his chest...

Just a first-degree warrior?!

“Okay, you stay, I'll take it!” Lombardon laughed and shouted: “Who else!!! ”

The second guy Lombardon recruited was a left-handed guy. This short guy... he was probably malnourished since he was a kid and his head was almost as tall as little Sandy's. But after he showed a few swords, Lombardon was about to do it.

“He's a left-handed man, he uses swordsmanship, all in the opposite direction to ordinary people, and in battle, the enemy feels very uncomfortable, which is a good guy.” This is Lombardon's explanation.

The third passes a fat man who looks almost as tall as Lombardon. This fat guy looks like a winter melon, but his best work is unexpected to Dewey.

“I can be beaten and not afraid of pain.” This fat man grinned with a smile, “I was born to feel no pain. ”

Saying, he pulled his clothes apart, revealed his chest full of black hair, pulled out his sword at will, and chopped himself twice... he chopped it so lightly! Blood runs and flesh blooms, but the fat man's face is calm: "My lord, I have no talent for martial arts, and I am only a first-degree samurai. But I bet in a real fight, I can kill at least three first-degree samurai by myself! Because they cut me a few swords, so long as it's not fatal, my fighting power won't be affected! But when I cut them with one sword, they couldn't bear it. ”

So this guy was also accepted.

Next, a couple of weird guys were accepted by Lombardon. Some of the best work surprises Dewey...

Shit, is this light kung fu? Looking at a skinny guy like a bone wrapper, he ran back and forth on the roof without too much strength, lightly like a raccoon cat.

There's another guy who's really good at imitating, and he mimics the sounds of all kinds of animals, even rat fights, which he mimics.

“I will be an excellent scout. Your Excellency!”.

“And me!” A guy squeezed out the crowd: “I used to be a hunter, and I would set all kinds of traps, and in the mountains, I just had to use my nose and eyes to find the nearest mountain path and water source in the most difficult conditions! ”

After soliciting these people, Lombardon looked at the guys beside him who were still full of expectations, but no one came out to answer them anymore, and he shouted at the guys who were reluctant to leave: "What's wrong? Who else would like to try it? ”

“It's not fair! Your Excellency.” Someone in the crowd called, “They're not real samurai! It's just chicken and dog thieves! A true samurai can only speak with a sword! We don't scream like animals or climb into people's houses like thieves! ”

Lombardon sneered, and he grabbed the iron bars on the ground one by one and stuck them in the ground, and cold-blooded: "You scumbags feel unfair? Okay, so let's talk with your swords! Anybody can cut off an iron stick with your sword, I'll take him! ”

Cut off an iron stick with one sword?

Although not all of these iron bars are too thick, at least they have small arms. A sword cut off?

Unless there's a warrior who can fight! Or have a sword in your hand.

Otherwise, it will not be possible.

But who would have fallen here if they had the guts to fight or the sword? A samurai who can show his temper will not be saddened to eat.

Lombardon's hand has left everyone speechless.

“Alas...” Lombardon sighed, seemed a little disappointed, busy for so long, although some strange talent has been solicited, but a real skilled samurai has not met.

Just then, a steady voice in the crowd passed over.

“Why don't you let me try? ”

Then the crowd was separated, and a tall guy, who looked about thirty years old, dressed in coarse clothes, had a steady slaughter atmosphere between his walks.

Lombardon looked at this guy and his eyes lit up. In his experience, although he doesn't know the strength of this samurai, from the temperament of his body, this guy has definitely experienced real life and death, and he has also seen blood and killed people as a harsh character!

“Your name.” Lombardon narrowed his eyes.

“Please call me Old Smoke, my friends call me that.” The samurai seemed hesitant for a moment and his name was simply a nickname. And his accent, it seems, is a native of Teito.

And Dewey found out that this guy had a strong herbal smell on him, even though he was resting on his chest, and that he seemed to have injuries?

Lombardon also discovered that this guy who calls himself “the old cigarette”, in his chest clothes, was implicitly bandaged... and the wound position seemed to be in... the heart?

“Are you hurt?” Lombardon frowned.

“Yes, right here.” The old cigarette pointed to my heart: “But I was born a little out of my ordinary life. ”

After that, he took a long sword and took a breath...

Shuā

A clear sword flashed through, and that faint fighting glow surprised everyone around!

This is a fighting warrior! That means his samurai level should be at least level four!

A fourth-level samurai, how could he fall like this?

Nice, this old cigarette, he was the “Imperial Guard" who was going to be examined on the day of the coup d 'état.

The guy who was dying thinking about the “jazz" title.

Ka Cha

An iron rod was chopped at both ends, and the old cigarette seemed to have some wheeze. It seemed that the action had led to the wound. He took a deep breath and looked at Lombardon, but his eyes crossed Lombardon and fell on Dewey behind him.

After all, he is from the Imperial Forest Army. He immediately saw who is really the family here.

“Can I count as passing? ”

“Yes.” Dewey said, "Please tell me what treatment you're asking for, sir. ”

“…” The old cigarette silenced for a while, his eyes revealed a slight weariness, slowly: “Leave Emperor. If you are recruiters ready to leave Didu, I will follow you. I just want to get out of here. ”

(I told you there will be more every day this month, this is today's addition, 5,000 words, please laugh Na ~ ~ and ask for the monthly ticket, friends with the monthly ticket please top! Thank you, everyone!

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