A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

"Master, they are coming towards us." The soldier reminded in a low voice.

But before Zuo Si could say anything, the fat man recognized him at a glance, and immediately walked over with the support of two slaves, and asked sternly in a very friendly and impolite tone: "Hey! Little brat! What did you see? Is that damn black-skinned bitch gone?”

"First of all, I don't call you hello or kid. Second, even if I saw it, what obligation do I have to tell you? Most importantly, didn't your parents teach you what politeness is?"

Zuo Si raised his head, his eyes flashing with danger.

If the other person asks nicely or is a little polite, he doesn't mind doing a small favor.

But the problem is, this fat guy's mentality has obviously broken down.

Coupled with the severe pain in his lower body, he couldn't keep calm at all, and his temper became particularly irritable.

Zuo Si has always adhered to the principle of "I am not your father, and I will not spoil you" for this kind of guy who only takes it out on others.

What's more, the soldiers in heavy armor had already stepped forward immediately, raised their shields, drew their swords, and assumed a fighting posture.

"You...what do you want to do?"

The fat man was obviously startled and quickly backed away.

Other guards, servants and slaves under him also rushed over.

A guard wearing armor and holding a scimitar seemed to want to show off in front of his employer. He immediately waved to several companions to surround the soldiers. He sneered and threatened: "Although I don't know who you are! But it's best now." Put down your weapons, kneel on the ground and apologize to my master. Otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, the soldier interrupted in an emotionless tone: "What else?"

"Hmph! If you don't eat the toast, you will have to drink wine as a penalty. Brothers! Come on! Show him some color!"

The angry guard immediately brandished his scimitar and launched an attack with several other companions at the same time.

The weapons in their hands glowed silver under the moonlight, and they all slashed down.

The next second...

The soldier who looked like an iron tower suddenly raised his shield and slammed it hard.

boom!

The two guys in front immediately staggered back, unable to maintain their balance at all, and fell to the ground on their backs.

In just one encounter, the huge power gap has been fully demonstrated.

At the same time, the sword held tightly in the soldier's other hand thrust out at lightning speed.

It penetrated the chest of an unlucky guy on the spot, and blood kept pouring out like a fountain.

The thick leather armor he wore couldn't withstand the piercing of a +1 long sword.

Anyone who is not blind will understand that this guy's heart has been penetrated and he is definitely hopeless.

As for the other two guards, although they both took this opportunity to hit the heavy armor on the soldiers, they did not cause even a little bit of damage.

It just leaves an inconspicuous scratch on the surface of the solid armor.

The astonishing defense of the heavy armor against slashing and puncture damage was fully demonstrated at this moment.

In the next few seconds, the soldier was like a terminator, first backhanded the guy who was attacking from behind and decapitated him with a sword.

Then he turned around and grabbed another guard who was wielding a scimitar, and used his terrifying grip to forcefully crush the other person's neck.

It's not over yet!

When the last two fallen enemies got up from the ground and tried to escape, he charged after them and used military swordsmanship to kill them.

It takes less than half a minute!

All five guards are dead!

But the soldier didn't even breathe randomly, as if he was just doing a warm-up exercise.

The blood-stained helmet and heavy armor gave him a suffocating sense of oppression.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

With the heavy sound of steel boots on the ground, the remaining guards, servants and slaves were so frightened that they collapsed on the spot. They didn't even care about the fat man who was slumped on the ground and shivering, and ran away with a huff.

"No! No! No! You can't kill me! Otherwise Clive won't let you go!" the fat man shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Clive?"

The soldier's sharp sword, which he was about to chop down, stopped in mid-air. He turned sideways and looked at his master, waiting for him to make a decision.

But before Zuo Zuo thought about who the name "Clive" was, another fat, bald man and his men suddenly appeared.

"Kill him! This bastard is my enemy's subordinate! Now that we have encountered him, there is no reason to let him go."

The leader of the Thieves Guild, Apke, expressed his attitude straightforwardly.

By repeatedly interrogating the captured rat leader, he had undoubtedly figured out who had been secretly pulling the strings.

"Then kill him."

Zuo Si shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

After receiving the order, the soldier immediately completed the execution in the middle of the process.

moment!

This fat man, who weighed more than 300 pounds and was covered in fat, had his head chopped off.

Dark red blood spurted out from the aorta in his neck, quickly staining the surrounding ground red.

It even forms a large pool of plasma.

After collecting a little bit of the remaining mana on the corpse, Zuo Si immediately asked with interest: "Why are you here?"

"Hahaha! It's not because of the information you provided! This time I finally caught Warren Paris, a bastard who never paid protection money. Guess how much money I got from him with interest. ?" Epke asked with a smile.

He was obviously in a very good mood at the moment, and all the fat on his body was shaking with laughter.

"50,000?"

Zuo Si reported a relatively conservative figure.

After all, the Thieves Guild in Calimport does not pursue the strategy of "fishing from the lake".

Instead, it will leave enough profit margins for merchants and vendors to ensure "sustainability."

"80,000!"

Apke drew a higher number with his hand, and then continued in a very happy tone: "I will never forget the wonderful expression on Warren Paris's face at that time in my life! Thank you, So Sir Si. If it weren't for you, it would not be easy to catch this cunning old fox. Here is a reward of 40,000 gold coins, please be sure to accept it."

After saying that, the guild leader waved his hand to one of his men to bring over a leather bag filled with gold coins and money orders.

By coincidence, this leather bag was exactly the one Zuo Si used to buy the little devil.

As a result, it turned around and returned to his hand.

"Then I would be disrespectful."

Zuo Si did not refuse, and simply chose to accept it.

Because this is the part he deserves.

The man named Warren Paris will probably never know.

Why, as soon as the auction ended, the thieves' guild that controlled the docks came to the door with people and armed forces to collect protection fees.

The most important thing is that this levy with interest directly wiped out the results of his previous successful "tax evasion".

It is estimated that the entire ship is being searched for possible traitors at the moment.

Anyway, Warren Paris and his team capturing and selling slaves is not a good thing in itself. Zuo Sihei did not have any psychological pressure at all while doing so.

Internally and externally, he not only prostituted a little devil for free, but also earned an additional 35,000 gold coins.

As for whether the other party will track down the most suspicious "Master Hardman" in this auction...

Let them check it out.

By the time the investigation came out, Zuo Si had already left Calim Port and embarked on the journey to Ascatla with the caravan.

Due to the reality that there are many city-states on the west coast of Faerûn, the national governance structure is loose, and various bandits, evil organizations, and monster tribes are rampant, trying to find someone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.