——————————————————————This extra is from Silent Strike——————————————————————
Soon, they came to a place.
The arrival of the three people did not attract much attention here - to be precise, the people who noticed their appearance started to move after a while and gradually moved closer here.
However, in this quite noisy area, no one noticed this small change.
This is one of the more famous gray areas in Otez City. It is a settlement called 'Black Blood' formed spontaneously by some businessmen. This area has people coming in and out almost all the time.
Countless goods are shipped here or elsewhere, and countless transactions and handovers are completed here. Of course, there are also some things that I don't know whether they can be called 'goods'.
Entering this area with them was a team of delivery carriages.
The special, slightly narrow iron prison and the long carriage team can easily make people think of something bad - obviously, this is a carriage transporting slaves.
Only in this area where no one has jurisdiction would such blatant behavior occur.
Richard saw a petite-looking elf girl who was locked in a special iron prison and was sobbing softly. He almost subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but immediately, he was held back by a friend on the side.
Already.
"Calm down, Richard."
Mai grabbed his hand tightly, not knowing whether to call it calm or cold-blooded, which made Richard feel a little incredible, and he began to struggle violently.
"Don't let your impulse do the wrong thing... You need to calm down now, you know? Calm down!"
Mai growled in a low voice and pulled his collar over to look at him.
"But...don't you hate this kind of thing even more?!"
Richard gritted his teeth, with a slightly ferocious expression on his face, but he was still restraining himself, and everyone could still hear his anger in his almost word-by-word tone.
"Tell me, Mai, you didn't say you wanted to..."
"That's another thing..."
Mai closed his eyes helplessly, but the strength in his hand did not weaken even half, as if the words just now strengthened his belief in holding his friend.
"...We...should not be that kind of good people, let alone...become that kind of good people."
"We are a backwater."
The plain voice seemed to have magic power, causing the two people's attention to suddenly turn to the one-eyed man. He and the two of them were also looking at the carriage that was gradually going away, but the expression on his face seemed to never change.
Speak in a tone that tells the truth.
"We are in the shadow, so we have to accept other things in the shadow... If we can't change this environment, we have to adapt to them..."
"boss……"
Richard's lips were fixed on the place where the elf girl disappeared, the anger in his heart had completely burst out, and he looked at the man who had just saved him with an ugly expression.
"You...really...think so?"
"Being righteous in your heart will not make you confused. You are right...but there is no point even if you kill those guys..."
The one-eyed man sighed softly, rubbed the boy's head, and spoke slowly, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
"Just like Patrick, even if you kill him, it won't change that there are still people here doing that kind of thing. Even if you save the child, more people will still be caught here..."
"..."
"..."
The two fell silent.
They knew that this man was right.
Even if the child is saved, even if the slave catching team or the slave merchant is killed, the current situation cannot be changed.
"Can we really...not do anything...?"
"Not necessarily..."
The one-eyed man looked in a certain direction - there was a place where there were no traces of people, but if you look carefully, you would find that there were only a few people guarding it, and there was a place with the logo of the slave catching team.
That was Patrick's camp, which could also be said to be a temporary residence.
"——The slave-catching team went out to work, and that guy's deputy Hunter was 'doing business' in the field... Hey, he came just in time."
A rich voice from the side came over, startling Richard who was still in a daze. Only then did he realize that a middle-aged man with a sloping foot had come to the side of the one-eyed man at some point, with a very excited expression.
.
There were several people who appeared together, and they were perfectly surrounded by each other while pretending to be chatting. From time to time, they looked at the one-eyed man with quite eager eyes.
"That's good, Morrie."
The one-eyed man smiled and looked at the people around him. He seemed to be able to recognize everyone's face. After a moment, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Seventeen people...well, that should be enough."
"Boss, do you want to do it?"
"Do it."
The one-eyed man said something that shocked the two teenagers, as if his previous remarks no longer existed at all.
"Take away his property and reputation, and let him know what happens to those who don't follow the rules."
"Okay, brothers, we are just waiting for your words."
The middle-aged man named Mori grinned, and then noticed that the two children following him were stunned for a moment.
"they are……"
"New members, let them get familiar with our style."
The one-eyed man shrugged, walked forward first, and started his 'performance' in the astonished eyes of Richard and Mai.
From the moment he walked into the crowd, his erratic figure was just right to prevent himself from attracting too much attention. He walked through the dense crowd with an indescribable, fast and precise pace, with flowing movements.
It made him look like a gear that was always engaged, without even the slightest touch when he passed by.
Also maintaining this speed, there are several people who are following along with them. If anyone observes carefully, they will find that these people have more or less physical defects. The person who spoke before is an obviously sloppy middle-aged man.
Morrie also followed close behind, like an invisible surrounding network surrounding the people at Patrick's station.
"Okay, little guys..."
A man who didn't follow immediately and had horrific scars on his body smiled at the two little guys, but with the movement of facial muscles, the ferocious lines on his face made people look even more creepy. He slowly and
He said gently and rubbed their heads at the same time.
"Follow my moves and don't be discovered - now that you have been recognized by the boss, I will teach you how to become a member of the backwater in this actual operation."
"...Yes." X2
The two of them recovered from their shock, looked at the rather scary-looking man, and replied somewhat cautiously.
However, Richard asked again quietly.
"Is this the boss you are referring to?"
"He is a dead water...that is, our leader, don't you know?...Ah, that's right, he never mentions his identity in front of the newcomers."
As if remembering something, the man smiled bitterly and scratched his face. The randomly stitched lines on his face seemed to be breaking. Richard, the questioner, subconsciously wanted to say an apology, but before he could say it, the man had already said it.
He finished saying what he wanted to explain.
"He is Robert, the owner of the 'Backwater Bar', and he is also our boss - but he doesn't like this title himself, so he still lets us call him the boss... Okay, I won't go into details anymore, let's take action."
After the man finished speaking, he hooked up with the two people and, like the previous group of people, made his figure disappear into the crowd in an almost weird way.
Obviously, as the stronghold of the slave-catching team, it looks a bit crude. The intersection of the small low house is only designed to allow horse-drawn carriages to pass through, and is not particularly spacious - but similarly, and also because of this, the exterior is only
It only takes a few people to easily block the intersection, preventing non-relevant people from entering.
But today they encountered an unpredictable enemy.
Starting from a narrow intersection with only two people, the nightmare begins.
The guard standing on the left, who was chatting and laughing, seemed to still have that relaxed smile on his face, and suddenly fell down, while another guard who was listening attentively and adding a few words from time to time found that he heard something strange next to him.
The sound, just when he turned his head, a wooden stick was infinitely magnified in his eyes...
Soon, after noticing the movement, one of the people at this intersection disappeared from everyone's sight - but this is a very common thing. It is possible to go out to relieve oneself or have a drink, while the other one lowered his head,
It seemed that he was taking a nap during this tiring period. Not long after, someone walked out of the station. It looked like he was coming to change the shift. He took his weapon and signaled his "companion" to put him into sleep.
Colleagues carried it on their backs.
Countless similar scenes happened in this small camp.
In less than ten minutes, the staff at this station had quietly changed, without attracting anyone's attention.
In other words, even if it attracts attention, it won't matter - maybe these black-hearted businessmen are just waiting to make a fortune.
"Your movements are becoming more and more skillful..."
Robert smiled and raised his hat - a worn-out leather felt hat that made him look particularly inconspicuous in the dark night. This was found from the guys who fell to the ground.
The clothes he wears are also those of one of the fallen guards. This simple and crude leather armor comes from Carretta. Obviously, it is a piece of clothing that only the natives of Carretta can wear.
And Patrick is a Carreta.
Obviously, this seems to be the uniform uniform of his men, which brings them a lot of convenience.
"Hey, the boss taught me well."
Mori, who had also put on crude leather armor, also smiled. Looking at the people who had been stripped naked not far away and thrown into the straw pile ready to be fed to the horses, the eyes of the people who had been standing guard here were a little embarrassed.
"Leave it to Mori, don't worry."
"Then I'll leave it to you."
Robert nodded and walked inside the station.
PS: PS: Continue to be lazy and throw out extras...