When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"There are assassins!"

"Killing people!!"

"Run quickly!!!"

The huge flow of people was like waves washing up on the coast, being carried away in screams and exclamations, and fled in all directions.

Many people had no idea what was going on, but when they saw the people in front of them turning around and running away, they really thought that some terrible disaster had happened, so they turned around and ran away.

Of course, a stampede would inevitably occur in the crowd. Some people had no time to react and were pushed to the ground. Immediately afterwards, pairs of people wearing straw sandals and cloth shoes or with bare soles stepped on them, and even screamed before they died. The sound was muffled.

Even Li Shanren and Wei Luo were not affected.

The flow of people was squeezing towards them, and even if Wei Luo released the aura belonging to the extraordinary, he could not make those people stop or go around them.

Therefore, they only temporarily move with the flow of people.

Wei Luo took one last look at the center of the venue, his eyes lingering on the bloated businessman for a moment, then turned around and landed on the ground, holding the hilts of the two swords on the ground, pulling them out and inserting them back into the scabbards.

Li Shanren also asked two Greco soldiers to put him down, then called them back to the bell, blew the whistle, called out Torrett, and let the spirit horse carry him through the crowd like a fish in water.

The two quickly left the most crowded place and came to stand in the corner of the market.

"There are relatively few people here, please stay for a while."

They were standing behind a slave stall, the original owner of which had fled with his "goods" long before the chaos began.

Wei Luo once again released an oppressive aura, causing nearby people to actively avoid this place.

"Who are those people wearing white robes and hoods? Do you know?" Li Shanren asked.

"No, they wear uniform clothes and should belong to the same organization, but I haven't heard of them in the United States of Say in the south." Wei Luo crossed his arms and shook his head.

Then, he looked at Li Shanren suspiciously, "You have been in the kingdom longer than me, and you don't know their details?"

"Didn't I tell you? I have only been in the Kingdom for less than two months, and I have spent most of my time in the remote Farm City." Li Shanren shrugged helplessly, "I have never seen him in Farm City. them."

"Hmm... It seemed like they were here to rescue the marquis' daughter who was being auctioned, but they didn't expect that this would be a conspiracy against them." Wei Luo thought.

"That fat man probably has everything planned out."

Li Shanren sighed and remembered the scene he just saw.

More than a dozen white-robed assassins were caught off guard by the guards pretending to be guests on the seats, causing the assassination to fail.

At the last glance, the dozen white-robed assassins were vaguely surrounded by sneak attack guards and guards at the edge of the field.

It's probably more bad than good.

"Since those assassins want to save the Marquis' daughter, they must find a way to get rid of the slave mark on her body. If the slave mark on her body already has an owner, then the best way is to kill her 'master' and make her The slave mark becomes ownerless."

"Otherwise, even if she is rescued, the owner can still sense her presence, and even a thought can make her come back on her own. There is no point in rescuing people like this."

"I guess that fat businessman should be the slave seal owner of the Marquis' daughter's current contract."

Li Shanren slowly analyzed that on this point, he, who had been planted with a slave mark, had a say.

"In addition to targeting that businessman, those assassins also killed some other buyers." Wei Luo said, "Many of those buyers were slave traders here. When I was investigating here, I saw some people guarding stalls here. ."

"So, in other words, are those assassins targeting slave traders?" Li Shanren held his chin in thought.

"Perhaps we can get in touch with them." Wei Luo considered, "If they are targeting slave traders, they might know something related to the Sloth Order. After all, the Order is the largest slave trader."

"But they are all almost dead. You don't want to go back to save them, do you?"

Li Shanren turned to look at the crowd who were still fleeing like a flood.

"You can't squeeze in in a short time. By the time you can get in, everything will be over long ago, and..."

Li Shanren thought of the auction host on the wooden stage who couldn't figure out his strength.

The other party easily killed three black-robed assassins who were obviously elites, as easily as killing chickens.

"The host on the stage looks difficult to deal with."

Li Shanren weighed the opponent's strength in his mind. If that person took a step forward and came behind him and swung a head-exploding hammer, he thought he would not be able to avoid it.

"He is just a space magician who has only learned a little bit about space magic." Wei Luo said lightly, "When he released space magic, there were obvious magic fluctuations, but the three black-robed assassins did not have the ability to sense this fluctuation. Only then will he be killed due to negligence."

"In fact, in a head-to-head confrontation, those three assassins are fully capable of killing the space warlock."

"His hammer seems a bit interesting. It may be a space-type magic tool that can cause the space within a certain range to squeeze and collapse in the middle. The heads of the assassins seemed to be blown open by the hammer, but in fact they were affected by the surrounding space. It explodes due to squeezing. This squeezing is very fast, and it often only returns to its original shape in an instant."

"You can see clearly the details of that guy from such a distance?" Li Shanren looked at Wei Luo in surprise.

"I'm just speaking from experience, because I have seen a real space magic master, and the host on the stage is not worth mentioning in front of the master." Wei Luo said quite proudly.

"What would happen to you if that hammer hit you on the head?" Li Shanren asked curiously.

"I will die. There are not many extraordinary people in this world who have the ability to withstand the squeeze of space."

Wei Luo seemed very sincere at this time.

"But he won't have the chance to smash my head. The fluctuations in his use of space magic are too obvious. Even if he is proficient in the use of short-distance movement magic to the point where he can cast spells quickly without chanting, he will only be beaten by me. The sword cut."

Seeing Wei Luo's confident look, Li Shanren nodded silently and did not dwell on the topic again.

"What are you going to do next?" Li Shanren asked, "I mean, how are you going to contact those assassins?"

Wei Luo was the initiator of this matter. He was not prepared to put forward too many opinions and gave more decision-making power to Wei Luo.

"There must be some of them who haven't shown up yet, just watching from the sidelines. After all, if the rescue fails, someone has to pass the news back. Just wait, maybe they can be found."

In the previous conversation, Wei Luo never let his eyes leave the flow of people in front of him. Even now, he is still staring at the fleeing people.

"Is this such an upright approach?" Li Shanren smiled bitterly.

With so many people, how could one easily find the assassins hiding in the crowd, not to mention that the assassins might not be wearing the same white robes and hoods.

"Found it, there."

Wei Luo suddenly raised his hand and pointed slightly.

No, is it a slap in the face so quickly?

Li Shanren looked in the direction of his finger.

There were no assassins in white robes, all they saw were civilians.

He squinted his eyes and observed carefully for a few seconds.

Soon, Li Shanren spotted a man in a black cloak crowded in the crowd. He gently pushed aside the civilians in front of him and walked forward like a swimming fish.

This movement and posture are exactly the same as those of the assassins.