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Chapter 784 Secret recruitment plan

After the victory of Hades' Defense, a large number of orphans appeared on the battlefield, Soshyan made a decision.

Recruitment on the spot!

But what he wanted to collect was not the mortal army, but the Astat brothers.

The leader of the Astral Knights announced that any male orphan who has lost their parents and is aged 8-14 years old can take them away as long as they are willing to join Astarte.

In the future, these children will participate in the trial with local candidates on Nesson 4, competing for that one-in-one chance.

Although this is not very consistent with the rules, no one comes out to object. After all, so many orphans are actually a burden to the Ministry of the Interior. Soshyang is willing to bear these burdens and they are reluctant to seek it. And this one-time recruitment has occurred in many places, which is not very strange.

The recruitment of Hades's Nest was led by Armin and other recruits were assisted.

But in addition, the Astral Knights have another secret recruitment plan, but the recruitment targets are not limited to the orphans after the war, and the executor is Talos-

Slowly, blood dripped on the floor, but Sabrin didn't notice.

"Little Sabrin."

The elderly criminal named Mir moved and looked down at him with wide, worried eyes.

"Your nose."

The man handed over a piece of rag torn from his sloppy prison uniform, and Sabrin stared at it, his expression full of confusion.

Mill even wondered if he had a concussion.

"Forget it, you're always so nervous."

After a while, Mill stuffed the rag back into his pocket.

Sabrin's eyes became hollow again, and then he leaned against the edge of the prison bed. The blood of his nose continued to flow, drop by drop.

Mir didn't care about him, crawled back to his shop and made a face.

The sound of the prisons around them was amplified by the grid floor of the cell and surrounded by the railings of the windows—the sound of raised words, the sound of door slamming, the buzzing of activated alarm systems and image monitors, the clattering of thumping boots and shackles.

Sabrin only stayed here for five months, but now he hoped that he had died, at least he would not be forced to dig and dig with his swollen, bleeding hands.

This is a prison in the northern continent of Amyddoton, full of all kinds of prisoners, from thieves to murderers, everything.

The only purpose of their living here is to dig raw materials from hundreds of underground mine veins for machinery factories and nests.

Day after day, year after year.

He grew up at the bottom of the nest, but he had no parents. His real parents might be thieves, extortionists, or psychedelic addicts, prostitutes, and murderers.

They may be criminals of any nest that are lower, but he didn't know them, and he had never seen them.

Sabrin's adoptive father was a small leader of the Nest Capital gang. When his adoptive father was dismembered by his competitor Wuma, he was only seven years old and could only wince under the table and close his eyes.

Life in the bottom nest cannot tolerate weak people. He learned to kill people at the age of nine, and by the age of twelve, he was already a well-known thief leader in the neighborhood.

Until he reached out to a treasure house of the powerful and powerful in the middle nest-

After a long time, Sabrin finally noticed his nose bleeding and tried in vain to stop it with his dirt-filled fingers.

He is now thirteen, Terra Standard, or he claims so—but most of the time his behavior has been more than twenty-year-old adults.

In addition to his strong figure and his willingness to solve problems with his fists, what really made him live for so long was his talent that he had been in harmony with God. From a very young age, he occasionally foresees what was about to happen.

He consulted the witch who was playing with crystal balls across the street. The old guy said that this was the potential of witchcraft, but Sabrin then just gave her a kick.

He never considered himself a wizard.

"Something is coming."

Suddenly, Sablin felt something and looked into the darkness behind the window.

"What?"

His roommate Mir raised his head blankly. This guy was just a poor smuggler who made a meager profit by selling private wine.

But after angering the monopoly wine merchants in Chaodu, this is the end.

“Bad stuff.”

The pressure in the cell was still there, like a dark, persistent headache that continued to increase in his temples.

He never felt so strong.

“But at least it won’t be worse than this place.”

Sabrin said it lightly, but in fact he was scared.

What he just mentioned can often be seen in dreams, the claws and sharp claws and resentful red eyes that swirled out of the shadows - did not bring him a trace of comfort.

The worst thing is that face, it is a skeleton, a death mask, lurking in the dark void.

Whenever he saw it, it was closer, smiling wildly with his teeth, so fierce that he didn't blink.

"It's time to start dinner."

A lazy sound rang in the corridor.

Since the invasion of Greenskin, although the prison has not been attacked, the supply has been almost cut off, which also means that the prisoners will be hungry.

Sabrin has heard that people cannibalize in some prison areas. When there is no way, it seems that the guards are not going to care.

They just put very little food in the prison area every day. As for how to distribute it, they don’t care about their affairs.

Naturally, the gang that already existed grew rapidly because of this situation. If you want to get a bite of food, you must find a backer and fight with your life.

But Sabrin disdained this, he had his own way.

“Get ready.”

Looking at the crowded crowds in the corridor, Sabrin calmly leaned against the iron bars.

"Wait until they all leave."

Mir nodded, dashed the bottom of the bed with his hands, and then pulled out a wooden stick with iron spikes - such an inability to live without a little defense.

After the crowd had left, Sabrin and Mill quietly opened the iron bar and left the other road.

They found a vent that just allowed them to climb in, and after about ten minutes of hiking inside, they arrived at a place.

This place was originally a gym, but it was abandoned very early. Now it has become the "warehouse" of the Da Diao Gang. Except for the meager food rations distributed to the gang members every day, the rest are here.

The Da Diao Gang is the most dominant gang in this prison area. They have hundreds of people. The boss is a human-shaped beast who raped and killed hundreds of women. As for why he is still alive, Sabrin heard that it was because he had a relationship with a powerful family on a certain planet. Anyway, since that guy came in, the guards didn't make things difficult for him, and they had cigarettes and alcohol every week.

Probably, this is the one above.

"Hait!"

Jumped out of the vent, Sabrin, who had already wrapped his cloth on his feet, did not move immediately, but squatted on the ground and observed the surroundings alertly.

After confirming that there was no one, he issued a secret code and Mir jumped down immediately.

This small house is full of scattered equipment, and in one corner, supplies that are taller than people are piled up.

Sabrin rubbed his hands and walked up, spread a corner of the package, and immediately slipped out a ration stick.

"Take two at a time, don't take too many."

With his teeth, Sabrin whispered to remind his roommates who were also chewing big.

But suddenly, the red emergency light on the roof of the warehouse suddenly lit up, washing the narrow and cold place with an angry light.

With a harsh slam, the door was kicked open.

"What I said."


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