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

Mellow and sweet wine, mixed with the intoxicating smell of blood in the air.

Laurent Fisk gently shook the crystal wine glass in his hand, enjoying the victory at this moment.

More than a dozen of the assassins who kept destroying his business and harassing him fell to his plans.

Now they were lying on the ground in different forms of death, placed in a circle near his sofa, with blood flowing all over the ground, as if they were displaying his trophies.

Although many of his men died, it didn't matter.

He has plenty of slaves, and he just needs to train some more to replenish them.

In the distance, the auctioneer took a few steps with the Marquis's daughter, and after a few blinks, he came to Laurent.

"Master, fortunately you have lived up to your command."

The auctioneer lowered his head and knelt down on one knee.

"You did a great job." Laurent smiled approvingly, "As expected of me, I spent a lot of money to help you get that magic tool. It seems that it is quite suitable for you."

"Thanks to the master's attention, I can be where I am today." The auction host said respectfully.

Learning space magic is extremely difficult. Over the years, he has only mastered the magic of short-distance space movement. Originally, it could only be used to escape or deal with some extraordinary beings with low strength.

But after matching it with that magic tool, his strength changed qualitatively.

With his elusive movement skills, he easily defeated even the three extraordinary assassins who seemed to have gold-level strength.

In the past, when facing a gold-level opponent, all he could do was run away.

"Don't worry Ovi, I won't treat you badly."

Lorent nodded, and then looked at Miss Yuna who was standing aside, a little at a loss, with a sinister smile on her fat face.

"You still don't seem to understand what's going on, beautiful Miss Yuna. It seems that the Marquis really loves you so much that you don't know anything."

Having said this, he pointed to the assassin corpses around him.

"Look, they all came for you and died for you."

"I...I don't understand." Yuna looked at the corpses uneasily.

"Your father came into contact with forces that he shouldn't have come into contact with, and even joined them. It's that simple."

Laurent leaned back comfortably on the sofa, folding his hands and placing them on his round belly.

"All of your misfortunes so far are due to your father's close ties to these people."

"Who...are they?" Yuna asked tremblingly.

"Them? Well..." Laurent thought for a moment, then smiled sarcastically, "Oh, a group of naive idiots actually tried to liberate the slaves. However, many of them, even I can’t even resolve the slave mark on my body.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a guard nearby used his long sword to cut open the hood of one of the assassins, exposing his back.

A deep slave mark tattoo was clearly imprinted on the back of the assassin's neck.

......

In the crowded and noisy crowd, Li Shanren struggled to follow Wei Luo, chasing the man in black cloak who was suspected to be an assassin.

But not long after, the dense flow of people separated them, and then Li Shanren could no longer find Wei Luo.

Not to mention tracking the man in the black cloak.

He did not choose to ride on Torret and follow.

After all, it would be a bit conspicuous to follow that man on a white horse with two horns.

It can't be called "tracking" at all.

"If you can't keep up, you can go back first. It's enough for me to follow him."

Thinking of Wei Luo's instructions before taking action, Li Shanren stopped insisting, turned around and walked towards a place with sparse crowds.

However, he had no intention of returning to the hotel.

We still have a long time today, so we can try to wander around various places in Olin City to look for traces of Tifa and the others.

After the assassin attack, the slave auction here was probably over, and there was no need to stay.

What's more, according to Li Shanren's analysis, the so-called auction is obviously a bait to attract those assassins.

Li Shanren didn't plan to go into this muddy water yet. If he continued to stay, he might attract the attention of the obese businessman.

After all, everyone is running out. You, an extraordinary person, stay here. Could it be that you want to take care of business?

Do not make jokes.

I'm afraid it will be considered as having ulterior motives.

Regarding the assassin matter, it would be more appropriate to leave it to Wei Luo to follow up.

Li Shanren hurriedly left the slave market while thinking.

A few hours passed, and the sky in Olin City slowly became covered with a black curtain, and night fell.

In this autumn day, darkness always comes very quickly.

Li Shanren dragged his tired steps back to Huosen Hotel.

Another day of nothing.

He pushed open the hotel door, looked at the front desk, and then his eyes narrowed slightly.

The boss was not sitting there today. He was replaced by a young man sitting at the front desk, looking idly.

He was wearing a smart linen vest, and the muscles in his arms were slightly bulging, seeming very strong.

Seeing Li Shanren walk in, the young man glanced at him lazily.

Is there a replacement?

Li Shanren thought so and walked into the hotel.

Before he could take a few steps, the door behind him closed automatically due to inertia.

The young man stared at Li Shanren's back as he prepared to go upstairs, and suddenly shouted softly: "Tifa."

Li Shanren paused slightly as he prepared to climb the stairs. This detail was immediately noticed, and then a strong wind hit behind his head.

"boom!"

A heavy blow hit the back of his head, making him see stars and stagger forward a few steps.

Gan, sneak attack! Don’t talk about martial ethics!

Li Shanren shook his head to wake himself up a little, then rolled forward and dodged the second blow directed at him.

"Oh? I didn't knock you unconscious." A rough voice sounded.

Li Shanren took out the meteorite staff with his backhand and took a closer look.

A rough man with bare upper body and thick chest was holding a wooden stick with thick arms and staring directly at him.

"hiss......"

The tingling sensation from the back of his head made Li Shanren's face twitch involuntarily.

In fact, in the past, this sap would definitely make him faint.

But now his life has been raised from "7" to "15", almost doubled.

I still want to knock him out with a stick, how is this possible!

"Extraordinary?"

Seeing Li Shanren take out his staff, the young man sitting behind the front desk twisted his neck, stood up, and showed a slightly serious expression.

"Before you take action, can you tell me who you are?" Li Shanren asked in a deep voice, quietly placing his left hand on the soul-summoning bell.

"You don't need to know."

The rough-chested man smiled ferociously, held the wooden stick in both hands and rushed towards Li Shanren, knocking it hard on Li Shanren's head.

In his opinion, magicians who need to chant clumsily are vulnerable to attack. As long as they get close to the opponent, they can be easily subdued.

Seeing this, the young man behind the front desk stretched again, then bent down slightly. After a moment, he rushed forward like a cheetah, punched out with a bow, and went straight to Li Shanren's face.

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