"The first stage of the ultimate assassin: gain the trust of the children in front of you. Mission reward: steel forging craftsmanship."
"Remind the host that the stage mission is extremely rare, please don't miss it."
This is the first time Muchuan has received a stage mission.
Although Muchuan felt that the rather outrageous title of Ultimate Assassin had nothing to do with a child.
But Muchuan didn't care about this at all. He was now focused on the mission rewards.
The steel forging process is something that can change the times.
Although it is not as abnormal as the steam engine, it is still a cross-era technology.
The child stood in front of Muchuan, facing the sword drawn by the translator without any fear.
The child opened his mouth and said something.
After listening to the translation, his expression changed drastically.
"Sir, this ungrateful guy actually wants to be your slave."
The translator said angrily: "I'll drive this bastard away right now."
Before the translator could make any move, Muchuan gave him a cold glare, which made the translator's heart freeze.
Is it possible that Master Mu likes this bite?
Then isn’t it true that you are flattering someone’s face?
Muchuan said coldly: "You don't need to make a decision for me."
"yes"
The translator was already covered in cold sweat.
He knew very well that if he angered the person in front of him, King Baekje would kill him without hesitation.
Compared with the envoys of the Tang Empire, a small translator is not a heavyweight at all.
"Ask him why he wants to be my slave."
"yes."
After communicating with the children, the translator quickly responded.
"Sir, this kid said that if you buy him, he must be your slave."
Hearing this, Muchuan could not help but be stunned for a moment.
The kid seemed to have misunderstood something. He just rewarded the old man with some money, but he had no intention of buying a slave.
"Little guy, I didn't spend money to buy you, you don't have to be my slave."
Muchuan knelt down in front of the child and showed a kind smile.
The translator quickly translated Muchuan's words intact.
After listening to the translation, the child stared straight at Muchuan, but shook his head firmly.
"Sir, he said that if you don't want him, he won't survive."
"Why?" Muchuan couldn't help but ask.
"Sir, he said that the family can no longer support him. If you don't take him in, he will only starve to death."
Hearing this, Muchuan couldn't help but frown slightly.
I obviously gave the old man a lot of money, which was enough for a family to spend for three or four years. Why did this kid still say that?
The translator seemed to notice Muchuan's confusion and quickly explained.
"Sir, you don't know something. Some people don't really want to support young children. I think that old man is this kind of person."
Muchuan turned his head in doubt, but was surprised to find that the old man just now had disappeared. It seemed that he ran away after taking the money.
I guess what he said about his family being sick was just a lie.
In short, there is only one choice before Muchuan.
That means he must accept this child.
Let's not talk about whether this child will really starve to death if he is left alone.
Just the existence of stage tasks made Muchuan absolutely not let it go.
Muchuan shook his head and said: "Little guy, since you want to follow me, then follow me, but not as a slave, but as a subordinate."
Just kidding, Muchuan doesn't have the idiosyncrasy of accepting child slaves.
After the translator conveyed Muchuan's original words to the child, the child was obviously stunned for a moment.
A gust of wind blew by inexplicably, lifting the messy bangs on the child's forehead, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.
Looking into these eyes, Muchuan's pupils shrank suddenly.
Is this the look a child should have?
I'm afraid those murderers who regard human life as a piece of grass don't have such emotionless eyes.
Putting aside the eyes, this child's eyes are quite beautiful, and they even look like the eyes of a little girl.
"Sir, he said he will be whatever you let him be, as long as you give him something to stutter."
The voice of the translator brought Muchuan back to his senses.
It seems that this kid can trigger the system's stage mission, and it has such a catchy mission name as Ultimate Assassin. He probably has extraordinary talent in this field.
Muchuan nodded and said, "Little guy, what's your name?"
"Sir, he said he has no name, and everyone in his family calls him Sangmenxing."
Hearing this, Muchuan felt a little sad for no reason.
In this day and age, many people don't even deserve to have names.
Chen Yunyun, whom I met in Wendeng County, had the same experience.
"In that case, I will give you a name."
The translator listened, and when he heard this sentence, his eyes were full of envy.
It is the highest honor to be named by the distinguished envoy of the Tang Dynasty.
"If your family doesn't want you, then you can take my surname as Mu."
"As for the name, how about Mu Yingchen?"
After much thought, Muchuan came up with the name Mu Yingchen.
Shadow means hoping that he can become his own shadow; dust means hoping that he will be like dust all the time and will not be noticed by anyone.
Since the task at this stage is called the ultimate assassin, then he must train Mu Yingchen to the peak of assassins.
"Mu Yingchen?"
Mu Yingchen muttered the name softly, but there was still no light in his eyes.
"Okay, it's getting late. Let's go back home first."
After returning to the house, Muchuan ordered the maid to freshen and change Mu Yingchen.
After all, if Mu Yingchen wants to follow him from now on, it won't do well to wear the same outfit as before.
Xue Rengui was also quite curious about the children Muchuan brought back.
"Master, who is that child?"
Seeing that Xue Rengui's expression was a little strange, Muchuan couldn't help but glared at Xue Rengui and said, "Old Xue, what are you thinking? That kid is my new subordinate."
Hearing this, Xue Rengui's expression relaxed.
Until now, Xue Rengui had never seen Muchuan show any obvious preference for women.
Now seeing Muchuan bringing back a child, Xue Rengui thought Muchuan's hobbies were rather wild.
"That child's name is Mu Yingchen. Old Xue, you should be his first master first. Remember, teach him all your special skills."
Xue Rengui nodded helplessly.
He has never been a master in his life, especially to such a young child.
"Master, with all due respect, Mu Yingchen is too young. Children as young as this usually cannot endure the hardships of practicing martial arts."
"Don't worry about this, I think he can do it."
Recalling Mu Yingchen's emotionless eyes, Muchuan felt that Mu Yingchen was not simple.
While the two were talking, there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, I have already bathed and changed clothes."
"Come in." Muchuan took a sip of tea.
As soon as the door opened, Muchuan couldn't help but spit out a sip of tea.
Xue Rengui on the side also looked like he had seen a ghost.
Muchuan never expected that the plot would turn out to be so bloody.
