"Oh, this is very simple, and I just need some manpower."
Aslan stood up with a smile.
"As for the rest, let's talk about it when I come back!"
Everyone in Rebaton nodded numbly.
What can they do to stop Amuro?
Arturia next to her slashed them to death with a sword.
Aslan took Arturia to Mount Domon very quickly. Walking on the mountain trail up Mount Domon, he had to marvel at the environment of Mount Domon.
"It's really good! No matter the environment or element density."
Arturia held Aslan's hand very gently, and soon a group of fierce bandits surrounded her.
Each of these ruthless bandits carries the aura of blood and cruelty, which shows that many lives were lost on their hands.
"What a bunch of unforgivable guys."
A serious knight from Artoria, she hated this kind of chaotic and evil group. When she was the leader of the knights, every place the Merlot Knights passed by, the thieves there would be ruthlessly suppressed, as long as there was a life on hand.
All the guys were beheaded in public display.
This is why the Royal Merlot Knights have such high popularity and prestige in the empire.
"Oh, she is a beautiful lady. Do you want to play with me and my brothers? I am much stronger than your skinny husband, and my waist strength is also very good."
As soon as the robber who opened his mouth finished speaking, he saw a blue light sweep across, and the heads of the seven or eight robbers standing with him flew up directly, but no blood spattered out, because all the wounds on the neck were sealed by ice.
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"These dirty guys make people feel disgusting no matter what time they are."
Arturia held the sword in one hand and walked towards the remaining bandits step by step. The bandits were so frightened that they screamed in terror and ran towards the camp on the mountain.
"Balon was killed in one move. He is definitely a strong swordsman-level man. Please inform the boss quickly."
Aslan hugged Artoria's waist.
"Daughter-in-law, you were really cruel just now."
Arturia rolled her eyes at Aslan and said angrily: "We can't let His Majesty the Emperor, the Grand Magister Aslan, take action!"
Aslan smiled. After a while, Brooke, the leader of the thieves group, came down with his men. However, after the other party glanced at Aslan and his wife, he decisively abandoned his brothers and ran away. This scene made Aslan and Artoli
Ya was unexpected.
"Law orders, kneel down!"
Aslan spoke.
Brooke, who was running, fell to his knees, his liver and gallbladder bursting.
Not only did he kneel down, but all the thieves present also knelt down.
This is definitely not a great swordsman level expert, but a mentor level expert.
"Your Excellency, I have no enmity with you. Why do you want to harm me?"
As soon as Brooke opened his mouth, Aslan was dumbfounded.
"Surrender or die!"
Artoria was not polite and put a sword on his neck.
Just as Brooke rolled his eyes, Artoria shook her long sword, and a sword energy swept across, directly beheading the thirty brothers on the left. This scene made Brooke tremble with fear, and he was a mentor-level strongman.
"I am willing to surrender and sign a master-servant contract!"
Artoria turned her head and looked at Aslan.
Aslan snapped his fingers, and a magic circle appeared at Brooke's feet.
"You are lucky to be my second indentured slave."
Brooke agreed without even thinking about it.
When the contract was signed, Brooke immediately ran up to Aslan and swore allegiance.
After thinking for a moment, Aslan understood.
The slave trade is prevalent in the central plains, but most of them do not use slave contracts, but slave rings. The slave contracts cannot be seen by others, but the slave rings are on the surface. Moreover, slave contracts are precious and consume a lot of magic power for spellcasters.
It also occupies the soul power of the magician. Once a slave contract is signed, it will not be abandoned easily as a last resort.
As for the fact that the contracted master died and the slaves also died, Brooke didn't care at all.
The lifespan of a magician is inherently longer than that of a melee professional, let alone a magister. Among the mentor-level experts who die every year in the mainland, nine out of ten are melee professionals. In addition to being rich, magicians also have many ways to save their lives.
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If it is a mentor-level profession for melee combat, Brooke needs to think more about it, but not the magister. Maybe he can get a lot of benefits because of his performance.
Brooke has been trying to clear his name in the past few years and does not want to continue to live in the wild. However, his identity is there. He is a wanted criminal in the principality. The reason why there are no mentor-level experts to surround and suppress him is that he never causes trouble.
On the one hand, there are no mentor-level experts in Dortmund.
"It is an honor for my subordinate Brooke Toyne to be able to become my master's loyal servant."
Brooke knelt down on one knee and saluted.
Aslan nodded with satisfaction.
"Count the manpower and deal with the heinous ones directly. The remaining people will go to Chester and Domon Mountain. I can use them."
Brooke's body trembled slightly, he did not dare to look at Aslan, and bowed his head respectfully.
Aslan left as quickly as he came back. The banquet was just halfway through when he saw Aslan coming out of the reception room.
Rebaton subconsciously widened his eyes, but when he thought of the speed of a mentor-level expert, he felt relieved.
He took two glasses of red wine and handed one to Aslan.
"Mr. Amuro, has the matter been resolved?"
Aslan took the glass and took a slow sip.
"It's solved, Duomeng Mountain will be cleared in less than three days."
Councilor Judlin also squeezed over and asked urgently: "What about Brooke?"
Ray Barton's dissatisfaction was evident on his face, and he said angrily: "There was a rift between Councilor Judlin and Brooke. Back then, Brooke was forced to join a gang of robbers, and Councilor Judlin took a lot of credit for it."
"Oh! There's also this matter." Aslan suddenly became interested, and regardless of Councilor Judlin's changing expression, he asked directly: "Tell me about it."
Rebaton immediately told what happened.
"Back then, Brooke was considered one of Dortmund's most talented young people. He was also a classmate of Councilor Jadelin's daughter, and the two fell in love freely. However, Councilor Jadelin, in order to go one step further, arranged for his daughter to marry the great nobleman of Chester, Earl Weidmann. This time
Naturally, Brooke and her daughter were dissatisfied, and they eloped secretly. Representative Judlin also sent a team to hunt down the young couple. As a result, an accident occurred during the escape, and his daughter died unexpectedly, and Brooke was also seriously injured."
Having said this, Rebaton laughed sinisterly, making Jadelin's scalp numb.
Obviously, both of them are political enemies in the Dortmund area.
If it weren't for the video crystal in the wooden box, Jadlin would not have been able to attend Rebaton's council.
Aslan listened silently, and Nomiri and Artoria followed.
A woman!
I am still full of longing and curiosity for this kind of romantic love story.