Two days passed by in a flash. After Boom was sure that it was safe, he asked Hastur and Perseus not to be vigilant day and night. Rikka, who had already been "unlovable" for a long time, collapsed on the bed, and saw that the little girl was listless at the moment.
Playing with her steel knife, her eyes were full of resentment and dissatisfaction.
"After dinner, let's go out for a walk together. There is only one requirement, that is, it is best not to provoke any enemies. After all, we have only been here for three days."
The sun shines through the glass window, awakening the dust and evaporating the noise. Boom stared at the fragrant tea in front of him, thought about it again and said softly.
This approach is his personal habit, just like some people are naturally familiar with each other and can talk to any stranger. Some people prefer to sit on the sidelines beforehand and choose the conversation partner that suits them best.
Boom is the second type of person. His attitude towards a strange environment is either to wait until it is confirmed that there is no danger, or to simply leave as soon as possible to avoid fighting a powerful enemy.
"It's true, it's true! Brother, don't lie to Rikkayo, otherwise they will poison the food. That's great. If I stay like this, I'll be bored to death."
Liuhua was stunned for a moment when she heard this, but then she jumped up suddenly and started chattering non-stop. The little girl has always been a restless person, and although two days was short, it was too much for her.
Compared to spending two months in a dark prison.
She has often put her ear against the courtyard door in the past two days, as if intending to gain something from the noise from the outside world. However, this approach did not help except making her yearn for the world outside the courtyard door even more.
But Rikka also understands that although Boom's approach is too cautious, the starting point is for everyone's good. Because even if the strength of the five people is enough to defend any force head-on, they are not even close to each other in terms of strategy. There are ways to win.
There are many kinds, but only those who survive are worthy to be called winners.
Time passed by, and the setting sun was like an old man. Although he was unwilling to do so, it finally disappeared into the horizon. Five people in black robes walked out of the alley together. In the eyes of the world, they were just a small group of people.
The mercenary group, but Boom, the weakest among them, is now also a magician.
Wallkill City is worthy of being the three main cities and economic pillars of the Goblin tribe, because even at night, it is crowded with people and the sounds of vendors are heard one after another.
Rikka's figure shuttled back and forth between the food stalls, and Perseus naturally became a porter, with snack bags hanging all over his body. Hastur seemed a little uncomfortable, and the one-eyed boy with gray curly hair was hiding in Klee at the moment.
Behind Sitin, she seems to hate this noisy environment.
"I see there are a lot of noble carriages parked in front of me. Should we go and take a look?" Christine took out her pocket watch and looked at the time, then turned to Boom and asked.
Although Christine is the pinnacle of power, her most powerful thing is her ability to see into all things. Therefore, in her philosophy, the first thing to do when arriving in a strange place is not to be cautious, but to collect information about herself as soon as possible.
Favorable intelligence. And the easiest way to collect intelligence is to go to a place with a lot of people.
"Then let's go and have a look. After all, nobles are far weaker than professionals." Boom nodded after hearing this, and then called back Rikka and Perseus, and everyone slowly walked away into the distance.
A ticket cost thirty gold coins, and it was in a remote corner of the second floor. The huge space like an opera house was packed with seats, and a goblin man was talking on the stage.
"The fun game time is about to begin. You can guess who can survive to the end, and you can also compare whose ideas are more unique."
"Without further ado, let me invite the three nobles with the highest bids to show off their masterpieces!"
The host seemed to understand that talking too much would bore people, so he just read out the opening remarks in a formulaic manner and then retreated behind the scenes.
While Rikka was eating the chicken fried rice she just bought, she was looking at the goblins who were setting up the stage. Perseus and Hastur were ordered not to speak at all, so they huddled in the shadows and watched coldly.
"Anything that has anything to do with nobles is very troublesome, and the more nobles there are, the more uncomfortable it is." Boom habitually retracted his hands in his robe, and the black wooden staff was following the joints of his fingers.
Turn slowly.
He has never had a good impression of nobles, whether it was when he was in the ancient continent or the green-skinned dwarfs in front of him now. Boom was originally an orphan in the royal city and suffered a lot since he was a child. Everything he has today is only a small part of it.
It comes from luck, and most of it is earned through hard work day and night.
"There are pros and cons to everything. You think these nobles are disgusting just because of the nightmare you once had. And the reason why they do that is just for their own interests."
"There is no right or wrong in this world, because everything looks different in everyone's eyes, or it can be said that the stance determines whether everything is right or wrong."
Christine is such a person. She is so pure that she does not believe in any illusions, but at the same time she can think from different angles. That is why she chooses to go with Boom, because in her eyes, Boom is also a pure person.
People are just pure egoists. However, Boom cannot be called "wrong". If you think about it, Boom is already good enough.
The conversation between Boom and Christine came to an abrupt end due to the commotion on the stage. Only six prisoners were seen walking out slowly, or standing on a giant rock platform. They were divided into three groups,
And above the heads of every two people, there is a weird-shaped object hanging.
"Blood Bait" is an entertainment program for the nobles of the Goblin Tribe of Wallkill City. The three nobles with the highest bids each week have the right to make "blood bait". The rules of the game are also very simple. If two prisoners in each group can make it within the specified time,
If you climb up the high platform inside, you will regain your freedom, otherwise you will need to pay your life. For the participating goblin nobles, the loser needs to pay double the "venue fee", while the winner's name will be engraved on
On the wooden sign, for the world to praise.
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The main body of the first "blood bait" is some kind of thorny spherical plant. The thorns are not only extremely hard, but also contain toxins that can cause temporary blindness. The surface of the so-called "fishing line" is covered with iron hooks.
I saw the two prisoners crawling towards the high platform with blood-stained hands after losing their sight.
However, the two of them could not bear the pain of the iron hook piercing the skin, penetrating into the bones and joints, and eventually rubbing the nerves. With the sound of falling, the two returned to the far point, wailing and begging for mercy.
The second "blood bait" is very beautiful, but behind this beauty is a terrifying burning sensation. The flames on the surface of the mithril thread appear dark red, and the "bait" hanging in mid-air has actually been strengthened.
The magic crystal wick. A prisoner stretched out his hand hesitantly, but what he got in exchange was not the bottom line in his heart, but the burnt smell emanating from his own skin.
The other prisoner slumped to the ground upon seeing this. There was no trace of resentment in his eyes, as if he had expected such a result.
The third "blood bait" is very insignificant compared to the first two. The "fishing line" like a hemp rope, coupled with the "bait" in common sense, seems like this goblin noble has a kind heart.
, intending to let the two prisoners regain their freedom.
The two prisoners thought the same thing. They first bowed to a certain box and then scrambled to climb up to the high platform. However, when the two climbed half a meter, they fell directly, and
Screaming again and again.
"I can understand the first two, but what is going on?" Boom frowned and turned to ask.
"I didn't expect to see 'mimic bugs' in the territory of the goblins. This little guy is half a contracted beast. It can obey the master's orders and transform into anything."
"And once they sense danger, they will secrete some corrosive mucus on the surface of their skin. This is nothing to professionals, but if ordinary people come into contact, they will probably be killed by the pain."
Christine explained with a smile, and as she spoke, the stone platform under the feet of the six prisoners began to slowly sink. Curses and abuses came as expected, and screams and wails were mixed with applause.
Boom took Rikka and stood up to leave. Christine touched Hastur's gray curly hair and at the same time shook Perseus who was sleeping soundly.
In the night, five people were walking through the city of Wallkill. Rikka was still bargaining with the vendors, Perseus and Hastur were still doing their duties, and Christine was still smiling. It seemed that everyone except Bu
Except for Mu, everyone has forgotten the previous bloody scene, as if it was a pure performance, and any more sighs will only increase the trouble.