The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

It has been two days since offering the fruit of the parasitic tree, and Lei Nuo has not recovered yet.

He returned to Calanli City again, but now his identity is a slave catcher, and he is no longer that gangster wandering on the street.

"It's really like a dream experience..."

Sitting in the tavern, he muttered to himself.

The exquisite and pretty face of the sword dance master, the small waist that can be easily grasped, and the skin that can be broken by blowing bullets are still deeply imprinted in his mind, which is enough for him to think about it for a long time.

"It's a pity that I can't take it away... It would be a pity to die in the forest like this."

Reynolds took a sip of the rye wine from his glass, and he didn't have any interest in the girls in the tavern now.

People are like this, it is difficult to change from extravagance to frugality.

After drinking the wine and eating another plate of barbecue, Lei Nuo finally felt that it was almost done. He rubbed his drunken eyes, took out a silver coin from his bag and threw it on the table.

"Anything more is a tip."

He smiled proudly and left the tavern unsteadily.

In the corner of the tavern, two ordinary-looking mercenaries looked at each other, and they also paid for the drinks one after another, and naturally followed behind Lei Nuo.

The street was a bit dark, and the pattering raindrops fell, making a "tick-tick-tick" sound.

Lei Nuo, who was walking forward in a daze, suddenly felt a coolness behind his back. He cheered up and looked back, and found that there was no one in the entire alley, only a black cat wandered into the darkness.

"What... it's a cat after a long time..."

"It seems that I'm still not used to it... Uncle Narid is right, I have to learn to get used to such things, kill as soon as I kill, don't have too much burden in my heart..."

Renault smiled nonchalantly.

Generally, there would be no undead in human cities, because the conditions for the birth of undead were not met here, and naturally there would be no phenomenon of being attacked by ghosts.

There are so many mercenaries in the slave hunting team. Isn't it a joke that they have worked for many years?

Renault felt that he was a little too inferior.

however.

Just when he was about to turn a corner.

There was a bad wind behind him.

With a muffled sound of "Boom--", Lei Nuo only felt a pain in the back of his head, couldn't restrain the dizziness anymore, and finally fell to the ground weakly.

Then, two big hands suddenly stretched out from the dark corner and dragged him in.

After a while, "Reynolds" came out of the darkness again. He straightened his clothes, rubbed his face, moved the muscles of his face, and opened his mouth to say "ahhh" twice.

The voice was a little muffled at first.

After a few sounds, it became exactly the same as Renault.

"Take care of the corpse. I'll go in first to check the situation. If everyone is there, we don't have to wait. Just launch an attack."

After "Reynolds" finished speaking, he identified the direction and turned into a dark corner.

The slave catchers did the most shady deeds, and of course their base camp was also built in shady places.

This is a tile-roofed area that looks more chaotic than a slum, with sewage flowing and rats everywhere.

But when "Reynolds" continued to walk in along the memory, he found that there was something hidden in it. After passing through a section of seemingly messy alleyway, everything suddenly became orderly.

The dilapidated mud-tiled house was replaced by a neat and clean wooden house, and a few green climbing plants swayed in the rain, giving a refreshing and pleasant feeling.

But "Reynolds" knew in his heart that these were just appearances.

As an elite spy under the Winter King, he saw those hellish scenes earlier than anyone else.

He squeezed his fists, took a breath, and continued walking.

"Hey! Brat, I'm just waiting for you! Why are you so slow?"

A friendly shout came from afar.

"Reynolds" looked up, and saw not far away, outside a house that was bigger than other wooden houses, two mercenaries were looking at him with playful smiles.

"The hyena and the one-eyed mouse..."

"Reynolds" muttered to himself, compared the faces of the two mercenaries with the information, and immediately confirmed their identities, and also put two ticks on a list in his heart.

"Sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, I went to the tavern and had two glasses of wine..."

Renault showed a shy smile, but he didn't look awkward.

"You boy, we have a special celebration banquet at night, why do we go to the tavern to drink? Are you stupid?!"

The one-eyed mouse smiled cheerfully.

He hugged Renault's shoulder affectionately.

Although he hasn't been in contact for too long, he really likes this simple and honest young man.

From Renault's body.

He could often see himself when he first joined the slave catchers.

"The wine that Uncle Nared bought is too strong, I'm not used to it, so I have to drink some in advance, lest you guys pour me down later."

There was a wry smile on Renault's face just right, and his performance was tight.

"So that's it, hahahaha!"

The one-eyed mouse pulled Renault into the room, and the smile on his face became even more cheerful.

"You can deal with the fierce sword dance master, but you can't deal with a few drops of wine, brat, don't say you came out of our slave hunting team when you go out, it's a shame~"

Facing the mercenary's ridicule, Renault could only helplessly scratch his head and smack, and then followed the mercenary into the room.

In the room, the warm bonfire dyed the walls orange and dispelled the cold brought by the rainwater pouring into the neckline.

A group of mercenaries from the slave hunting team gathered around the bonfire, eating, drinking, talking and laughing, and a few of them had already played Gwent cards.

The place where the room is not illuminated by the campfire.

In that dark corner, there were two large cages. In the cages, seven or eight female slaves of elves and demihumans were huddled, leaning against the iron cages helplessly.

"These are the next batch of goods. His Majesty wants to carry out two breedings of parasitic trees this year, so we have already started collecting them in advance, and strive to hold another team building activity in autumn."

Narid, who was sitting in the center of the crowd, saw that Renault had been staring at the cage, so he explained with a smile.

"I know you know the taste of the marrow. The elf sword dance master probably didn't make you happy, but you can't touch these things now."

"Because we don't know which of them will respond to the hypnotic breath of the parasitic tree, you should make do with the waitresses in the tavern for a while~ hahahaha..."

Narid took a sip of his wine and smiled happily.

Renault nodded, looked back and sat on his seat, lowered his head slightly, and counted everyone in the hall.

The members of the entire slave hunting team have arrived.

"Uncle Nared, I want to go to the toilet..."

Renault scratched his head in embarrassment, his legs trembled slightly, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

"Why did you have to go to the toilet when you first came here? You won't see the female slave in the cage, you can't stand it anymore, you want to go to the toilet to solve it yourself?"

Narid glanced at Renault suspiciously, and then showed a playful smile.

"no no……"

Renault blushed and explained in a panic:

"I drank a lot of wine in the tavern before, and it rained a little on the way, so I suddenly wanted to have a rest..."

"Is that so? Then you go."

Narid waved his hand, not paying much attention.

Renault turned and went out, wet raindrops fell on his face, the moment the wooden door closed, he took a deep breath, took out a scroll from his waist and tore it open.

Suddenly there was a "hiss".

Illumination missiles shot into the sky.

Everything around was illuminated like daylight.

It also showed the soldiers of Winter City who were hiding in the dark.

This is a signal to attack.