Chapter 124. A Thousand-Level Sc*m
To so extent, the Elves were indeed a race that was well-educated and had an elite population.
Long ago, when they were still a huge empire, the Elves' culture, art, education, and technological standards were far superior to other short-lived races. This was because they were too capable of living and accumulating. Their long lifespans allowed them to do many things.
Therefore, things like slaves had long been abandoned with the changes in society.
However, where the flower of civilization blood, it represented order and the suppression of primitive bestiality. The more civilized people beca, the more abnormal they beca.
Since the age of the empire, the Elves had vented their perverted desires on the vassal races. However, most people had seen them at that ti, so they had been very restrained. Later, the empire collapsed, and the United Holy Kingdom rose. In the na of faith, they launched a war to invade Andaheim. In addition, there were internal and external troubles caused by the revengeful invasion of monsters and small ethnic groups. The elves were forced to join the United Holy Kingdom and integrate with other races.
However, this perverted desire was even more exuberant.
Where there was demand, there would be a market. The things that the elves disdained to do and were too shaless to do, naturally, there would be others who would do the dirty work. Therefore, the slave breeding base, which was run by a foreign race and tacitly approved by the elves, erged as the ti ca.
This item was very well hidden and only served the nobles of the court. The latter was their consur and also their umbrella. It could be said that they could rest easy. Orivande also spent his childhood in that place. Unfortunately, when he tried to take revenge, he found sothing. The perpetrator was the court that he swore to protect.
Niya was also one of them, and she was in excellent condition. She was brought to Golden Butterfly City to be presented to the local governor, but sothing went wrong in the process and she ran away. Jake took her in.
The goods were lost, so the people in the breeding base must be searching everywhere. The reason why Niya had survived for half a year was that this group of people did not expect her to stay in the city. Moreover, she had just hunted for Wizards, and the city could not withstand another round of search. Hence, half a year later, they realized that she had either been taken away from Andaheim or had never left the city!
Therefore, another round of the witch hunt began.
Niya should have been found, but the head of the search was a prince from the sun fla Royal Court. He was also a copper-slting fanatic and did not intend to let her go after he found that she had gone missing.
So he pretended not to see it and waited until midnight to co to the garnt workshop alone.
Jake's attitude toward the prince was the sa as when he asked Char how he wanted his help. Unfortunately, the prince was not as quick-witted as Char. He thought that his noble status had intimidated the other party, so he smugly talked nonchalantly. Before he could finish, Jake had cut his throat.
Jake spent one night breaking the prince into thousands of pieces and putting them into a fist-sized bag. There were hundreds of pockets.
Every day, he would bring so out. So of them were fed to the dogs, so were thrown into the garbage dump. In the end, there were only a dozen or so bags left. They were all air-dried, and he took the opportunity to bury them in the flower garden of the City Lord's mansion.
The person that Char had ntioned earlier was this Prince. Unfortunately, Golden Butterfly City had to be excavated no matter what. It was buried at the entrance of the Siege City encirclent, and below it was a large Khorium ruins. Even if the magical energy did not explode, it would be blown up.
In the original quest, the dozens of bags of scumbags had been discovered in this way. The quest was called [Mortal Dust], which could only be obtained with the reputation of the City Lord's mansion.
After obtaining this pile of slag, the player could choose to hand it over to the court for a reward or destroy it on the spot.
However, no matter what, Jake would be hated by the court, and when the army to exterminate the monsters arrived, he would be killed on any random reason.
"What about Niya?" The Dark Elf asked hurriedly. Char had not told her where she was.
"Is she still alive? Did she escape?"
"She only lived for half a year after that." Char said, "In order to prevent the slaves from running away, the breeding base will feed them slow-acting poisons. They won't kill them or beco addicted to them. However, they will slowly die after they stop taking them. The dicine had been bought from the gnos at a high price, and an ordinary person would not be able to concoct the antidote. Moreover, Jake could not bring Niya to be treated, so he could only watch her die slowly. Jake buried her in the flowers outside the city, where the small window was facing."
After listening to the story, Evelyn remained silent for a long ti. Only when Shaya thought she had fallen asleep did the Dark Elf speak again.
"Char."
"What?"
"You told a secret about yourself last ti in Hilda's ditation space, right?"
Char nodded.
"I vaguely rember that it has sothing to do with reincarnation. In other words, you can prevent so disasters from happening in advance, just like what happened this ti, right? "
Char laughed and nodded.
He did not understand why she suddenly asked this.
The Dark Elf suddenly turned around and stared at him with her purple eyes.
"Is this also the reason you approached ?"
"Uh."
Char was stunned.
Seeing that he could not say anything, Evelyn roughly knew the answer. The elf felt a warm current in her heart, but she was also filled with fear for the unknown future.
This ant that her original future was a disaster, a tragedy.
This also ant that the truth that she didn't want to believe was very likely to be true.
Char hugged her tightly when she felt her body tremble.
"What should I have been like?" asked Evelyn
"What was it originally like."
Char thought for a mont, "You would have run freely in the forest, basking in the sun and the morning breeze."
The Elf chuckled and pinched his waist.
"I didn't ask you what you were fantasizing about!"
"That's how it should be. It's not an illusion at all."
"You call this a disaster?"
"That's right. I'm not in this painting, so it's a disaster. to you," Char laughed, "Is there a greater disaster than my appearance in your life?"
Evelyn mumbled and suddenly kissed him lightly on the lips. Then she curled up in his arms and fell asleep.
The next day.
Jake had just pushed the door open when he slled the aroma of food.
The cold-faced tailor imdiately went to the kitchen with a dark expression. Char held half a sandwich in his mouth and made a surrendering gesture. He then pointed upstairs, indicating that he had kept his promise and did not use the kitchen upstairs.
"Are you planning to stay here?"
Jake asked.
"I'm just freeloading a al from you, do you have to go this far?"
Char mumbled and pushed the plate beside him, indicating that it was for him.
"Take to the City Lord's mansion after you're done eating."
"How did you know where I was going?" The tailor was stunned.
Three days ago, the City Lord's wife had asked him to make a gown, and today was the day of delivery.
"Don't worry so much. Just say that I'm your new apprentice. Then, you can go do your thing. I'll go and deal with the sc*m you buried."
Jake looked at him deeply, his eyes filled with fear, but there was nothing he could do.
"Alright," He said.
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