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

Lately, Laurent has always felt inexplicably uneasy, feeling like he was about to be in disaster.

But he really couldn't find the source of his uneasiness.

From the Reverend Master?

No, the Reverend Master has ignored him for more than a month. Even though he tried his best to help the Reverend Master share his worries, the Reverend Master almost didn't respond to him at all.

From the Assassin's Resistance?

No, the Assassin's Resistance is currently hiding in the corners like a lost dog under the sect's resolute attack. It's too late for them to protect themselves, so how can they bother to trouble him.

Could it be...from the Marquis?

Olin City belongs to the Boone family under the Kingdom of Jonia. It is currently under the jurisdiction of the ninth Marquis Boone Kress, who single-handedly controls the financial, military and administrative power of Olin City and surrounding villages and towns.

Of course, the majestic Marquis would not pay special attention to Lorante, even if he was the most powerful slave merchant in the city.

In the eyes of Marquis Boone, Lorante was nothing more than the official spokesperson of the Sloth Order in Olin City. When he had something to do, he would directly summon the Sloth Archbishop in the city.

However, for Laurent, if he wanted to do a good job in the slave business in the city, he had to visit and give gifts and establish a good relationship with the administrative agencies under the city lord's palace.

Otherwise, how could he do business if those officials would come to his slave exchange every now and then for various reasons to search?

If someone under the command of the Marquis wanted to deal with him, what would be the reason?

Laurent tried to think of anything he had not done well recently that had caused someone to have a bad feeling towards him.

But after thinking about it, everyone should have delivered their gifts in place, and there was no oversight.

So, what went wrong?

At this time, Laurent was in a private manor outside the city. He was sitting on a bench, looking at the frozen pond, thinking slightly.

What was rare was that there was no one accompanying him this time, not even his confidant, the auctioneer Ovi.

This also means that if an assassination was staged at this time, no one would be able to protect him.

But Lorante wasn't worried about being in danger.

There are two main reasons -

First of all, this private estate is very hidden and he almost never discloses it to the outside world.

This is his private area where he rests and is alone, so naturally it is impossible for everyone to know.

The servants in the manor are also slaves under his control. Some slaves live in the manor their entire lives and never leave.

The manor has its own private fields, orchards, fish ponds, and even small pastures around the manor. It is basically self-sufficient and rarely purchases from outside.

Therefore, as long as it is concealed enough, there is no need to worry about danger coming to your door.

Secondly…

"Shh-"

The sharp-edged hidden sword pierced the air, and with lightning speed, silently stabbed the back of Lorante's neck.

However, just as the tip of the sword was about to touch Lorante's skin, he suddenly tilted his head slightly and hid as if there were eyes behind his back.

Without looking back, Laurent grabbed the attacker's arm with his backhand. The muscles on his arm swelled and he exerted force, pulling the attacker over and throwing him to the ground.

"Oh!"

The ground shook with light dust. Even though the man on the ground used force-relieving techniques in time, he still felt as if his body was about to shatter. He didn't know how many ribs were broken.

Laurent looked at the assassin wearing a white robe and an eagle-beaked hood at his feet, and sneered.

"Oh, you bastards of the Assassin's Resistance, how did you find this place?"

After he finished speaking, he raised his foot, which was twice the size of an ordinary person, and stepped on it mercilessly, as if he was going to crush this overestimating assassin to death.

The assassin endured the pain and quickly rolled away, then quickly stood up and retreated to the ice of the pond.

After several days and nights of freezing, the ice surface of the pond has become particularly strong and can easily bear the weight of an adult.

"I didn't expect...you are actually a transcendent..."

Altaïr spoke hoarsely, staring at Laurent with blood-red eyes.

The acuity and strength displayed by the dodging, falling and stepping just now are definitely not something ordinary people can achieve.

The discovery of this fact proved once again that it was not Lorante himself who he had killed that night.

However, the fact that Lorante is a transcendent has never been exposed to the outside world, because there is no record of him taking any action to the outside world.

In other words, it is very likely that everyone who saw Lorent take action is dead...

But who would have thought that a slave trader who looked very bloated and lazily slumped on a sofa or chair all day long could actually be a transcendent person.

"Have I ever declared to the outside world that I am not a transcendent? Maybe in your eyes, I am fat, bloated, and have difficulty moving. Once I encounter danger, I am no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered."

Laurent twisted his neck and slowly stood up from the bench.

"But in fact, I am a boxer. More than 90% of my body is muscles. If you had stabbed me just now, there is a high probability that you would be caught by my muscles."

"Generally speaking, I will not take the initiative to tell the enemy this information unless..."

"The enemy is about to turn into a dead man!"

Before he finished speaking, Lorent jumped up on the spot and flew toward Altaïr on the ice, showing agility that was completely inconsistent with his size.

Facing Laurent's attack, Altaïr immediately used the ice to slide backwards to avoid it.

However, Lourant's target was not him, but the ice of the pond.

boom!

A fist as big as a sandbag hit the ice, and cracks appeared instantly on the half-meter-thick ice, which was still expanding.

"Humph!"

Laurent stepped down hard again.

The thick ice immediately shattered and collapsed like fragile crystal, and Altaïr in the distance fell directly into the cold water.

Laurent also stepped into the pond. He stood with his back straight and was two meters tall. The water in the pond was up to his chest.

The cold pool water soaked his body, but he didn't feel any discomfort. He strode forward with a normal expression, took a few steps to where Altaïr fell, and reached out to grab a humanoid shadow under the water.

Soon, he lifted up... a group of dark green water plants.

Across the pond, Altaïr struggled to crawl out from under the broken ice and landed wet.

The cold wind blew on him, making his body feel stiff and cold.

"Running pretty fast."

Laurent sneered, threw down the water plants, and stalked after him.

Seeing the slave trader who was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger approaching him quickly, Altaïr gritted his teeth slightly and ran away quickly.

He is only an elite-level transcendent, and the way Luolante easily breaks the ice, his strength is at least gold level. In a head-on battle, he is no match for Luolante.

But since you can't beat it, there's no need to fight again. If you continue to delay, you will only leave yourself here completely.

However, Laurent had no intention of letting him go easily.

After taking a few steps across the pond and landing on the shore, Laurent ran with all his strength, like a chariot rushing towards Altaïr. At the same time, he clenched his fists and gathered strength, ready to punch out at any time.