Savior Simulator

Chapter 31
"Look, what is this called? It's too much!" Jiang Feng was so angry that he wanted to drop the astrolabe, and said through gritted teeth: "Don't let me know who designed this mod, or I will definitely send it to that bastard. blade!"

"Calm down, haven't you noticed yet? This is 'drama killing'."

Gao Fei smiled and comforted the furious Jiang Nv Xia.

"Four obviously high-level enemies suddenly appeared to find fault. There was no negotiation option, and they were not allowed to form a team. This shows that Su Mo is doomed to escape today. If you can escape successfully, the following plot will be edited." I can't go down."

"Ah... Really? Let me see!"

Jiang Feng quickly checked the astrolabe prompt, and the anger on his face subsided and turned into relief.

"Goofy! It's really you! Sure enough, you guessed it right. The astrolabe reminded me whether to spend a piece of energy, skip the cutscene, and directly cut to the next story scene!"

Gao Fei shook his head and smiled: "It's nothing special, it's just a common scriptwriting routine. If I write this in the novel, some readers will definitely jump out and yell at the abuser."

"According to this, the web writers are pitiful..." Jiang Feng looked at him sympathetically, "What should we do next?"

"Are you hungry? If not, continue to advance the plot."

"I'm a little hungry..." Jiang Feng rubbed his belly, "It's past 7 o'clock, how about we go have dinner first?"

Gao Fei nodded in agreement and exited the game.

The two put away the astrolabe, changed their shoes and went out.

The plot turned too abruptly, and Jiang Feng was thinking about Su Mo's situation while eating, and he seemed to have no appetite.

Gao Fei accompanied her to eat something, then left the restaurant, returned to the dormitory, entered the module of "The Stranger in the Vast Sea", and continued to watch the battle.

After spending an astrolabe energy, Jiang Feng quickly skipped Su Mo's journey of being escorted by the slave hunting team.As soon as the screen changed, the stage of the story came to a metropolis located in the northern part of the Gobi Desert.

A week later, Somo, a young monk who lost his freedom, was escorted to Sevinia, an autonomous city-state in the south of the Fijin Kingdom, and sold at a slave auction for 300 gold coins.

After the cutscene of the game, when Jiang Feng turned on the "spiritual descending mode" again and regained control of Sumo, he found himself locked in a cell in the auction house, and his belongings and short sword were searched away. Fortunately, the most important Both pieces of equipment—the "belt of swords" and the magic collar—are still on him.

"This detail is unreasonable. It is a compromise made by the game designer to the player." Gao Fei commented as the author, "The player was killed by the script once, and he was already angry. The magic tool was also taken away, even if it can be taken back from the slave hunters and mercenaries later with the development of the plot, I still feel unhappy."

Jiang Feng agreed with him, but right now he couldn't take care of the slave hunting team to settle the score. The top priority was to try to escape from prison and regain his freedom.

Leaning on Somo, she walked around the cell, trying to find a way to escape, such as a skylight.

The cell was full of slaves captured from all over the place, most of them had signs of whipping, looked haggard, curled up in a corner dejectedly, and had no hope of regaining their freedom.

A bald man in a leather waistcoat, holding a whip, patrolled the cell, his fierce eyes swept over the slaves, like a butcher picking lambs.

The bald jailer's eyes fell on Su Mo, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he approached him viciously.

"Little guy, is that thing on your neck gold or copper? Take it off and let me have a look!"

"Just plain brass collars, worthless."

Jiang Feng tried to get away with it, but he failed to master the "deception" skill. The DC 20 check was too difficult. Instead of fooling the jailer, he enraged the jailer, his face darkened, and he whipped him violently.

Jiang Feng's monk, with an 18-point agility attribute, is nothing but a show. He stepped sideways without thinking, dodged to avoid the whistling falling whip, grabbed the whip tip with his backhand, and dragged suddenly!
The jailer never expected that the young slave reacted so quickly, and when he realized that the whipping was in vain, he couldn't help being stunned.

At the moment of stupefaction, he suddenly felt a strong force coming through the whip, and he couldn't help but staggered forward.

Jiang Feng took advantage of the opportunity to sweep his legs and tripped the jailer who had a fluffy lower plate to the ground, and fell "dog gnawing shit" on the spot.

Jiang Nvxia was full of anger and had nowhere to vent her anger, so the jailer came to find fault, and just used it as a "punching bag", brandishing a whip to beat the guy across the head and face, causing him to roll all over the ground, howling and begging for mercy.

"Young man, you played beautifully!"

Outside the cell door, there was cheering.

Jiang Feng put down his whip, turned his head and looked out the door vigilantly.

A middle-aged man with a white scarf on his head was standing outside the prison door, clapping his hands.The loose silk robe could not cover the plump belly, and the well-groomed mustache added a bit of richness to the fat face full of smiles.

"Young man, my name is Abdullah Ismail, and I run an arena in the city. I came here today to select gladiators worthy of training. It is my good fortune to meet a good seed like you!"

The owner of the arena laughed, his fat face glowing.

"What does this fat man mean? I vaguely feel that he has no good intentions..." Jiang Feng switched to God's perspective and discussed the next development of the plot with Gao Fei.

"Isn't that obvious? The fat boss plans to buy Sumo with money, take it back and train him to be a gladiator, and use Sumo as a tool to make money." Gao Fei noticed Jiang Feng's ugly face, and smiled to persuade her, "This fat man is not a good person, though What a good guy, but in business, you can't fault his behavior, and it's better to be a gladiator than to be in prison here."

"That's true." Jiang Feng reluctantly accepted his advice.

The next development of the plot was exactly as Gao Fei expected. Mr. Ismail found the owner of the slave auction house. After some haggling, the owner of the auction house only charged 500 gold coins to sell Su Sold to Mr. Ismail.

Somo walked out of the cell, escorted by two tall orc guards, got into a carriage, and followed the new owner Abdullah Ismail to the most luxurious arena in Sevinia.

As a rookie, Su Mo is not yet qualified to compete on stage, and must first receive training at the Gladiator Office.

In this day and age, gladiatorial matches were the most popular pastime for all classes of society in this city.

A gladiator is not only a slave without personal freedom, but also a public figure who attracts wide attention. The player who wins in the arena will become a big star in the city.

Even the ladies and gentlemen of the upper class regard the champions in the arena as their idols, vying to present flowers to them, generously presenting expensive gifts, and even being jealous and fighting for their idols.

(End of this chapter)