Albert was very young, but his words fell like heavy iron blocks, making people dare not look down upon him based on his age.
People were screaming and talking, and the slave escort froze on the spot.
Next, the four bat-winged demons began to approach the prison car. They stretched out their long and slender tongues to sniff the air, and their small nostrils were also enlarged, smelling the smell of the slaves inside like hunting dogs.
The slaves who originally dreamed of a better life were frightened by these monsters. They all shrank in the middle, screaming while avoiding them.
Victor was not sure if these four bat-winged demons were the ones that attacked the train. Since they smelled with their noses, could they recognize his scent?
If this is the case, wouldn't it mean that even if you are invisible, you will be found?
As soon as his worries emerged from his mind, he immediately drew a Yang Talisman for himself to increase his luck.
The bat-winged demon quickly sniffed the first iron cage, and before walking to Victor's side, three vigilantes on horseback suddenly rushed into the arena, raising their hands and firing warning shots.
"Stop! Albert, you have breached the contract! The tripartite agreement has long stipulated that your Turbulent Castle cannot bring creatures other than the 'untouchables' to Lilquilai!"
The sheriff who spoke was obviously of a higher rank than the other two. He had thick dark brown hair, a straight nose, and a square chin. He looked very decent.
Albert, who was hanging his right hand, knew this man. It seemed that they were quite familiar with each other. He just said naturally: "Ben Bourgeois Wayne, police inspector... the security captain of Lilqua."
"You don't need to pronounce my name and position, everyone here knows me!" Ben said seriously.
Albert sneered: "As for the issue of the tripartite agreement, I have just said that everything is based on our sustainable development as the primary purpose, and the Serbian government cannot be allowed to know what is happening here."
"But you can't bring monsters into the town. This breaks the agreement. You should consider other methods." Ben pointed his gun at the monsters unceremoniously, but was met with hostility from the bat-winged demons.
Just when the monsters were about to attack the security captain, Albert suddenly raised his hand to stop them.
"Since you insist, then I will give in a little and hand over all the people in this escort vehicle to you. I hope you can check their identities in the town and send them to Turbulence Castle tomorrow. If it is earlier
I won’t guarantee their safety for one minute!”
Ben put away the gun with a sullen face, and then asked the escorts to follow him.
This move was opposed by the residents. They were accustomed to living a lazy life and did not want to replace the work of Fort Turbulence and the slave train, so they immediately elaborated on the purpose of the town of Rilcuy.
"Inspector, do you want us to help guard these slaves? But I haven't worked for several years."
"It was agreed at the beginning that we would only be responsible for having fun and keeping the secrets of the Davis family, and dealing with the government of the country for them, that's all."
"Oh my god! We won't be asked to clean up the city by ourselves one day! This is too uncomfortable."
Ben glanced at them and simply explained that it would only take one night to investigate, and that the residents would not be required to participate in these tasks. The Sheriff and the escort car could handle it.
After hearing this, the lazy residents of Lilqua became happy and praised the Sheriff for handling the situation well.
Anyway, as long as they don't have to do any work themselves, anything is fine.
At this time, Albert suddenly mocked and said: "As residents of Lilcui, most people are enjoying the days when they can eat, drink and have fun without working, but what about you? Mr. Ben, you and these two subordinates are still here
As far as work is concerned, I think you should get rid of all your duties and spend the rest of your life in peace and contentment."
Ben glanced back at him without giving him a good look.
Finally, before the escorts took away all the cages, Albert reminded the people in this town loudly: "Don't forget the celebration of Fort Turbulence. As the successor of the Davis family, I invite you to attend my father's celebration."
The wedding to Lady Miria..."
Ben pulled the horse's head over, took a long breath, nodded and said: "Then let us take care of everything. I hope these slaves can be sent there intact, and then your father can safely marry the bride.
"
Turbulent Castle?
Dead country?
Tripartite agreement?
Davis family?
Victor kept in mind the key words left in the conversation between these people, and showed his body after the bat-winged demon and Albert left.
Because of the commotion caused when the monster landed, most people in the cage did not notice that Victor was invisible, but there were exceptions. For example, the man closest to him, the guy who had talked to him before, saw Victor disappear and reappear with his own eyes.
I was immediately frightened and wanted to scream.
Victor covered his mouth and threatened: "Say less and you can enjoy the life in Lilcui you long for. If you talk too much, we will perish together."
After all, the other party was just a slave, and he still cherished his life. He could only nod nervously.
After letting him go, as the prison car moved forward with the inspector, Victor grabbed the slave and continued to ask questions about Fort Turbulence, the Dead Country and the Davis family.
However, the male slave knew nothing except Rilqui's dream life.
"Huh, if it's as good as you think, they should release you now and arrange for you to meet your employer in Rilcui and sign an employment agreement, instead of sending you to Turbulence Castle."
Victor ridiculed him coldly, but still did not change the male slave's mind.
Finally, they were sent to an unoccupied empty house in the town and locked up.
Before the sun set, the police officer asked the escorts to cooperate in examining the identities and origins of these slaves.
Men and women were examined separately, and women under 35 years old were also examined separately.
The people who checked them were all men, but no men tried to sexually assault these young women. This made the female slaves even more convinced that Lilcui was a place that truly respected human rights.
When Victor was examined, the police officer clearly saw that Victor was wearing different clothes than the others, and expressed doubts about the list given by the escort.
"What's this man's name?" he asked the escort.
The other party didn't know Victor's name at all, and there was only a fingerprint but no signature on the deed of sale, so he suddenly became incoherent.
He originally thought that the secret would be exposed soon, but Victor actually took the initiative to cooperate with him and said: "My name is Yumon Gunde. I am from Missouri. I got into debt from gambling and had to sign a prostitution agreement."
"Then why don't you sign?" the sheriff asked.
Victor hurriedly replied: "My right hand was injured, so... I used my left hand to do the fingerprints, but I couldn't hold the pen."
This was also an excuse he came up with on the spur of the moment, because when he fainted, the escort did not think much and picked up the fingerprints pressed by his left hand.
The sheriff saw the wound on his right wrist and confirmed that Victor was not lying.
But in fact, this wound was bitten by Victor just now in order to draw the invisible blood curse.
The escort was stunned. He didn't expect that Victor would actually come to his rescue. Just when he was about to say something, he suddenly thought of the value of a young male slave and the special reward that was three times higher than the average market price...
Driven by greed, this escort abandoned the tripartite agreement, decided to make the quickest profit and chose to keep his mouth shut.
The Sheriff nodded and was about to check the next slave, but at this time, the Captain Inspector, Ben Bourgeois Wayne, walked up to Victor and questioned him: "My hometown is also here.
Missouri, where did you lose your gambling money?”