I Am the God of Games

"Do you want to order something? Although it's not so well marinated, it tastes great when cooked into a soup."

It seems that some unscrupulous middle-aged man Mu Fasha did not know where to take a wooden spoon, stirred the boiling broth, scooped up a spoon and asked the children, "I'm Soup is still a bit confident. "

Originally drowsy, Nana awakened quietly after smelling the scent of the broth.

"Wouldn't it be‘ you have eaten my broth, and you will be believers in our churches! ”Such a trap, right?”

Simba said cautiously.

Every day a child disappears in the slum, so he can't help but care.

"Relax, I haven't been hungry to that extent ... it's just a weekly task."

Muffasa didn't care to say what Simba didn't understand, but it did not look like something bad-minded.

And although Simba and Shazu have been holding stones to make them ready to attack at any time, this is actually closer to a bluff. After all, they have been hungry for so long and they have no energy.

If Muffasa really has any malicious intentions, with his own long knife that cuts thick bacon like cutting tofu, he can easily take down both of them.

The two looked at each other and decided to compromise a little.

After taking out the small wooden bowl hidden in the corner of the room, after filling a large bowl from the broth, the three little boys took turns taking a sip of the broth.

Simba couldn't help but whispered, "Really sweet!"

It can be seen that Simba and Shazu are restraining their desire to drink the soup dry and try to make Nana, who is weak, drink more.

The serious look made Muffasa couldn't help but smile: "Just drink."

"Uncle, don't you eat it by yourself?" Nana asked softly in a slightly weak, soft waxy voice.

"Hahaha, don't look at me like this, in fact, made a lot of money a few days ago, it's not bad to eat so much!" Mu Fasha answered with a smile.

"Cheat, a few days ago I saw you caught by the city guards and hung at the door to show the public!" Simba did not hesitate to pierce Muffasa's "lie".

"Ahem, what was revealed at the gate of the city? Your plan is not understood by your children. This is my strategy for building relationships with the city guards!" Mu Fasha brazenly bragged: "Now I have talked to They are so close that they can be called brothers and sisters! "

As a result, all three children looked at him questioningly.

Originally, Mu Fasha wanted to continue blowing the snails, but as soon as he fixed his eyes, he calmed down and listened, and found that footsteps appeared again outside the house.

And unlike him at that time, at least a dozen people who came here this time, nearly half of the footsteps were very dull, and they could not hear it without trying to listen. If it was n’t for the 200-pound fat man, he was wearing heavy clothes. armor.

The only people who can walk in the city wearing heavy armor are the city guards under the command of the city master. Most of the sects in other churches are cloth armor units, and the remaining ones who are not wearing heavy armor should be ordinary soldiers. After all, the city guards of Frost and Mist Lankester are tight, and only ordinary soldiers in the army can be mixed into the team for patrols and other tasks.

Suddenly Mu Fasha's face changed: "Eat slowly, if anyone asks, you should never see me!"

After speaking, he climbed from the load-bearing column beside the roof half of the roof and disappeared at the eaves.

Not long after he left, a team of city guards arrived at the ruins of the dilapidated house.

"Have you seen these guys recently?"

The head is not a fully-armed city captain on weekdays, but a young man with a look of fancy dyed gown and arrogant arrogance. He is obviously a nobleman, and even the city captain has become his subordinate.

The nobleman took out a stack of wanted orders from his trouser pockets and showed them to the teenagers. Sure enough, Muffasa's wanted order was among them.

The three shook their heads without hesitation and said no.

"Well, are you sure you meet the three little ghosts with the man whom 'Magne Welf' knows?" The young man asked, turning around and the captain in armor.

"Yes, our informant said so." The captain of the city replied respectfully.

The aristocratic young man choked his tongue anxiously, and was about to leave the crowd, but accidentally glanced at the pot on the bonfire-it was originally a helmet, and it was a very rare style in the vicinity.

There was a little evil smile in the corner of the young man's mouth. He stopped and ordered the city captain around him: "Catch these three little ghosts and take them away! Then leave him alone, if the guy comes here, tell him to go to the city We were looking for someone. "

"Will that person throw a net for the imp?" The Captain asked, puzzled.

"I don't know, but it's just three pariahs, anyway, it doesn't matter if you die." The aristocratic youth didn't care: "The key is to catch that person and then torture Magne Welf Weakness ... The source of supply in that guy's hand is a big piece of fat, and many people in the city are staring at it! The sooner you get it, the better! "

After receiving the order, the city guards who did not bully the male and female on a weekday went up like a wolf ~ www.readwn.com ~ arrested the three children, and Simba, who was desperately struggling to resist, also ate. An old punch was blown into the face and swollen.

Seeing that even if he was injured, the little boy stared at his own eyes, still with a bit of fierce and unyielding eyes, somehow the aristocratic youth felt annoyed from the heart.

"The hostages only need two!" He pointed to Simba: "To warn that guy that we are really here, this guy is here to kill! I think ... yes, cut his head off Hang on the door beam! "

The city guard with one hand on Simba's head pulled out his sabre without hesitation.

"Wait!"

Just then, Muffasa leapt from the roof.

He felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he went back and forth to check the status of the children, but he did not expect to hit this scene that made him dazzle.

The thought of Simba dying here unclearly if he came back a little late, Muffasa could not help but be afraid.

"Aha! What did I say!" The aristocratic youth caught the big fish's surprise expression.

"My lord is wise." The officer in charge of the armored city on the side immediately made up a fart.

Looking at the two men, Muffasa felt difficult to understand: "Why are you doing this? Are they not residents of Lancaster City? Isn't the reason for the existence of the city guards to protect the people in the city?"

"Residents? No, you are mistaken. Only those who pay taxes every month and honestly pay a sum of money are called the people, and they are just like the rats in the gutter, eating leftovers and being in the city. The dregs of Ligo live. "

The aristocratic youth asked without hesitation, then he pointed at Muffasa: "But these have nothing to do with you, soldiers, take me down!"