"Ha, ha, ha..." Elaine panted and walked in the mountains and fields in the early morning.
"Are you tired?" Queeg asked, "Carry you?"
"No, no need!" Elaine still looked angry and refused Queeg's help.
But, so tired.
He didn't have a good rest last night (he fainted from the pain), and he was still entangled in the pain caused by the curse. Now, although the holy cloth has suppressed most of the pain, he can still feel it every step of the way.
It's a burning pain. Just tensing up the nerves to resist the pain will consume a lot of energy.
He didn't even know when he would collapse from exhaustion, so he could only take one step at a time. He even really thought about asking Queeg to carry him when he couldn't walk anymore - but this kind of thing was still possible.
Maybe it's better to avoid it because it's too embarrassing.
The jet skateboard that the Luna Steel Shield turned into has long been out of fuel, and there is currently no way to replenish the fuel. Elaine really regrets that she used up all its fuel for short-distance sea voyages, and now she doesn't even have a means of transportation.
That guy Seifer should at least add a few wheels to the shield, so that even if the injector runs out of fuel, he can at least use the shield like a real skateboard, saving some leg effort for the user.
There is no point in worrying about this now. In short, just move forward and hope that there will be a turn for the better.
But Elaine was lucky. They walked about half a mile, and the sound of horse hooves and wheels gradually came from behind. A primitive carriage was pulling goods towards the city, and an uncle dressed as a farmer was driving the carriage.
Elaine then remembered that they seemed to have passed a small village before. The farmers in the village probably took advantage of the early morning to transport crops to the city for sale.
"Turn it over here. Leave it to me to negotiate. Just be silent." The young white lion man said to the young leopard man.
The leopard nodded.
"That, that!" When the carriage approached, Elaine took the initiative to move over: "Good morning, good morning, sir!"
He spoke in fluent French. If you don't take the stuttering problem into account, he spoke French fluently. After all, in a different world nine hundred years later, Elaine once served as "Joffry" in a different world.
After living in France for ten years, French is almost his mother tongue. The language of France in the different world nine hundred years later is slightly different from modern French, but it does not affect Elaine's ability to communicate with others.
"But, can you give us a ride, sir?" Elaine bravely continued to ask, "We want to go to Montpellier."
Although talking to strangers is a bit scary, Elaine is ready to fight. If he doesn't get a ride, he will die from exhaustion on the road.
"Oh, of course, kid." The farmer said with a smile: "This carriage is also going to Montpellier, come on."
The other party did not even suspect Elaine and Queeg, even though the lion-man boy and the leopard-man boy made no secret of their identities as orcs. Although orcs are relatively rare in France, it is not that surprising. France is a free country.
In this country, as long as they have money and a certain reputation, even orcs will be allowed to travel and do business in France. Some particularly wealthy orcs can even have permanent residence and citizenship rights in France.
Humans in other countries in the glorious region may think that orcs who appear in their territory are either criminals or slaves. Compared with such ridiculously prejudiced people, the French people still have a relatively high degree of recognition of orcs. The situation is probably the same as
The Egyptian side is similar, maybe even better than Egypt.
"Thank you, thank you." He said after Elaine and Queeg got on the carriage.
"No need." The old man driving the carriage smiled kindly and said, "Come to think of it, it's really old French."
"Ancient, ancient?"
"There are many very ancient usages in grammar... Only the nobility and royal family still retain this usage. You must not be a local, right? Who taught you French?"
"Uh, I, my tutor..." The white lion boy was almost frightened. Fortunately, he had thought about this problem before, so he naturally thought about the solution to the problem.
"He is indeed the eldest son of a wealthy family." The farmer uncle did not raise any suspicion. Elaine secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Looking at you, you must be planning to join in the fun? After all, Montpellier is also one of the largest slave markets in Europe." The other party said, "Are you planning to use money to redeem your compatriots?"
Elaine snorted and did not answer directly.
"I advise you to forget it. I don't know how much financial resources you have, but you can't save everyone in the world. When you see those strong orc slaves being marked at sky-high prices, and there are so many that you will spend a lifetime.
When you can't redeem yourself, you will realize the cruelty of reality."
This guy talks like he knows it very well...
"Anyway, I just went to take a look, hahaha..." Elaine scratched her head and said with a smile.
"Be careful, kid." The farmer glanced at the sword hanging on Elaine's waist: "A child with a pretty face like you might be targeted by bad guys and be caught and sold as a slave.
Fall. Protect yourself first before saving others."
"I, I will..." the white lion boy replied perfunctorily.
The carriage transporting crops was not very fast, but it was better than Elaine and the others walking. About half an hour later, they finally arrived in Montpellier.
At first, the guards outside the city gate saw that Elaine and Queeg were orcs, and they didn't want to let them in. But Elaine communicated with the guards in fluent French and really fooled them, so they let them in.
City.
"That's awesome." Queeg said after he entered the city, "He looks like a local."
"No, no." Elison rubbed his shoulders: "Can you also speak French?"
"Just a little bit." Leopard said, "I learned it from the army before."
"Forget it." The white lion boy looked around and looked at this historic city. He could hear someone shouting from a long distance away. It should be the slave merchants scolding the slaves in the cages.
.It is still very early and the slave market has not yet begun to operate. If it waits for it to operate, the whole city will become even noisier.
"Don't go, the slave market." Queeg said, "It will only make you feel uncomfortable."
"I didn't, I didn't plan to join in the fun." Elaine pouted and said, "Now let's go find a hospital. A private clinic like that."
"Anyway, just follow me." Elaine didn't bother to explain to Queeg, but just looked for his target everywhere.
Since Montpellier is one of the largest slave markets in the world, there are many shady trades in the city, including the underground organ market.
There are many dead slaves whose internal organs are still healthy. Slave owners usually send these slaves to unlicensed black doctors, who use various shady methods to remove the organs of dead slaves and sell them as commodities. Without a license
It is difficult to find black doctors, but some private clinics are also engaging in similar illegal activities behind the scenes. Therefore, Montpellier is not only one of the largest slave markets in the world, but also a city with many black doctors and many private clinics.
Elaine just wandered around the city, looking at the red cross signs, and soon found a small private clinic with only two floors, which looked relatively clean. He walked in boldly.
"Do you want to see a doctor?" asked a nurse and receptionist at the door. She looked Elaine and Quigg up and down quickly.
"I want to see your attending physician," Elaine directly put down a gold coin on the table: "If you have something to ask, please ask him."
Perhaps the power of money is the most direct and effective, or perhaps there were no other patients seeking medical treatment early in the morning. The nurse immediately picked up the phone and spoke to the attending doctor in the clinic, and the middle-aged and fat doctor
He hurriedly walked out of the inner room: "Hello, sir. I am Dr. Bordeaux."
"Elaine." The white lion boy replied: "It's just Elaine."
"Then Mr. Elaine, let's go to the consultation room and discuss it in detail?"
"Of course." said the white lion boy, and he and Queeg followed the doctor into the consultation room.
The entire consulting room was filled with the smell of disinfectant. It wasn't strong, but it was still a bit pungent to orcs like Elaine.
"Please sit down," said the doctor with a lot of white hair on his head and dark skin.
Elaine unceremoniously sat down on the chair. He had been looking for a place to rest for a long time.
"Excuse me, what do you want to see me for?" Dr. Bordeaux asked again, "I guess this is not an ordinary medical consultation, right?"
"Yes, I have two things to ask you." Elaine put down another ten gold coins on the table nearby, which is almost equal to the income of a clinic of this size for two or three days: "The first thing, I heard, I heard that France
There is an institution that specializes in collecting and storing male genetic material. I want to know if I want to donate genetic material, how should I contact that institution?"
"You are talking about the Cross Society, right?" The doctor replied: "There is a hospital set up by the Cross Society in the city center. You only need to go there to complete the donation. I can also do it for you and send you the...samples you want to donate."
In the past, it was just——＂
"only?"
"Donations are anonymous, and once donated, it is equivalent to giving up your right to process and know the donated samples. They have the right to use the samples anywhere." The doctor continued, looking up and down Elaine's face
: "Sir, you are still young. And you are... a very rare orc species. They may use the samples you donated on other orc women... for [breeding]. And it may be used on slaves. This way
As a result, the child will be a slave as soon as he is born, and will be owned by the slave owner of the female orc. In this way, the child may face a very... tragic fate. Even this is okay?"
"I, I don't care." Elaine groaned. Why should he care about where the donated samples were used and who was born. What he wanted to do was to breed Leo as soon as possible.
"Just spread out, before the nature of the "species" changes.
"I understand." The doctor nodded and took out a container with an ice pack and a glass test tube from the freezer on one side: "Then come and collect samples. You can use the restroom on the side.
Collecting samples requires...well, props."
"We'll talk about that later." Elaine blushed: "Another thing... I want to borrow the operating room of your clinic."
"Sir, you really know how to joke." The doctor's face changed: "How can a private clinic of this size have an operating room? You should go to a large hospital -"
"No, you do." Elaine insisted, and put down ten gold coins on the table: "It's on the ground here, in the basement. The disinfectant you used is high-standard peracetic acid SCP200 spray. This kind of disinfection
The disinfectant is not a small one. It is used to disinfect ordinary environments in small clinics. It is specially used to disinfect operating rooms. You cannot afford to use such expensive disinfectant to only disinfect the consulting room. There must be some underground here.
In the operating room, organs are removed from dead slaves and sent to the black market for sale."
Doctor Bordeaux's expression changed again: "So you are an insider? What do you want to do, sir? Report me?"
"No, literally, I will lend you your operating room." The white lion boy took out a well-preserved box and opened it.
Inside is a complete set of surgical tools. The sharp scalpel reflects a cold light under the light. If the other party is really a surgeon of a certain level, then he just sees that this set is expensive and extremely well maintained.
With good surgical tools, you will know how high Elaine's surgical skills are.
"I have a friend who is coming over for surgery, probably around noon." Elaine said, "I'll do a small operation on him."
"...Are you kidding, Dr. Elaine?" But the other party still didn't believe Elaine: "What if the operation fails and someone loses their life?!"
"No one will, will know that he is coming. No one will know that he is operating here." Elaine insisted: "If it really makes trouble and kills people, you also have channels to dispose of the body, don't you?"
"even so……"
"What exactly do you want me to do to trust me?" Elaine continued to ask, "Just make the offer and set the conditions."
The other party was silent for a moment, then stood up from the chair: "Follow me, Dr. Elaine."
He walked to the bookshelf nearby and pressed a hidden mechanism. The bookshelf was removed, and behind it was a well-hidden dark wall. After the dark wall was opened, there was a path leading to the underground operating room.
"There is a slave corpse that was brought over late last night. I haven't started to deal with it yet." He said, "It's up to you to deal with it, Dr. Elaine. Let me first see your surgical skills."
"Okay." The white lion boy said calmly: "If I help you, I will be your accomplice. Even if I report you, you will still be guilty. Is that what you mean?"
"You can think so." Dr. Bordeaux walked to the end of the underground operating room and opened the door. Disinfectant spray sprayed out around him, killing all the germs on Elaine and his party. After the disinfection was completed, he opened the door again and went in.
, arrived at the real underground operating room.
"It's just to remove the heart and kidneys from this slave's body. You can do it, right?" The doctor pointed at a werewolf boy sleeping forever in the refrigerator and said.