Law of the Devil

Once again came to the slave market in the imperial capital. Du Wei was more careful this time. He put on a tall cloak and hat to cover his face. He got off his horse and followed General Longbottom in the crowd. behind.

It seems that there are a lot fewer people in the slave market today. Although the three of them were leading the horse, it was not difficult for them to walk. But little Sandy was a little more difficult. The sorrel colt he was riding was not very obedient, and he was always against little Sandy.

You should whip him a few times. General Longbottom took a look at the kid and muttered, These bastards are like this. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you.

But first, Sandy was a little bit reluctant because this was the first horse in his life. The kind butler Mud also promised little Sandy that this little stallion could be given to him for his own use. Looking at the horse's beautiful sorrel fur, Sandy's whip couldn't fall down.

It's right here. Longbottom parked his horse at the end of the long street away from the Slave Square. There was less traffic here, and the nearest slave trader's platform was a hundred meters away. On the contrary, Du Wei saw many people with white cloths on their bodies or arms on the streets on both sides, some were young people, some were middle-aged people, and some were down-and-out low-level warriors.

Sometimes, Du Wei really didn't understand these down-and-out warriors. Even if their level was very low, even if they were only one level, at least they were warriors with an official level. How could it be so depressing?

The martial arts of these people are at least stronger than those of ordinary people? If they are willing to serve as soldiers, the vast territory of the empire needs a large number of troops to guard, and almost every year there is a notice to recruit new soldiers. With their skills, these low-level warriors are not even qualified to serve as soldiers?

However, Du Wei later learned that this was probably the persistence or dignity of the so-called warriors. From the point of view of the samurai, even if it is just the lowest level of samurai, if they are not always desperate, they will never want to go to the army as a mere soldier.

They are warriors, warriors with official ranks, they can't tolerate being in the army, being ordered around by some small leaders who are ordinary people, and they can climb up and down. They would rather be the lowest-level bodyguards in the carriage. Even work hard. But into the military?

Unless it's an officer!

However, there are no major battles in the empire at the moment. It can be said that the entire continent is very peaceful. Without war, promotion in the army is very difficult. From a small soldier to a small captain, if it is a war, it may be done in a day. Arrived, but this process in peacetime may take several years, or even longer!

It's like the college students I met in my previous life who couldn't find a job. They would rather wait for opportunities, and not many people are willing to serve dishes in restaurants for a living. Du Wei sighed secretly

Du Wei suddenly felt a little moved when he saw those dull-faced warriors leaning on the corners of the street, holding rusty long swords, with indifferent expressions and empty eyes.

Crash!

Longbottom took an object covered in black cloth from his horse and threw it on the ground. From the shape, it seems to be a bundle of long strips, and from the sound, it seems to be metal?

That's right, metal.

As Longbottom undid the cloth cover, what was exposed underneath was a bundle of long iron rods, the simplest kind of iron rods. A lot of them are even rusted, God knows where this guy got them.

Uh, wouldn't he have demolished the house at home and removed the beams? Du Wei guessed maliciously.

Afterwards, Longbottom seemed to know the rules of the slave market very well. Without Sandy reminding him, he grabbed an iron rod and slammed it into the ground.

It seems that the years of prison life did not let the general's martial arts go to waste. He easily inserted an iron rod into the hard stone road, and then put the black cloth on top of the iron rod. .

What this stands for is simple: solicitation.

Soon, the nearby people, old and young, who were looking for work all gathered around. Everyone had prayers and expectations on their faces, but Little Sandy quickly yelled loudly under Longbottom's guidance:

Samurai! We need samurai! Real samurai!

The sharp child's voice crossed the long street, but it seemed to ignite a little flame in the numb eyes of those down-and-out warriors on the street corner!

As if a dying person had seen hope, many of those guys in shabby clothes holding long swords lifted their spirits, subconsciously stood up straight, and then strode towards here.

And the other people who were looking for work shook their heads in frustration and walked away.

Your Excellency, may I ask who do you need? An old man who looked like Du Wei's grandfather squeezed over. He was wearing a shabby gray linen suit, and the iron sword in his arms Du Wei even doubted that it could It couldn't be pulled out because the blade was covered with yellow-brown rust.

Is the adventure group recruiting people?

Is it a bodyguard?

Need a bodyguard? I'm a samurai!!

All of a sudden, a large number of people gathered around, most of them looked the same, with unshaven faces The following line is missing

And the greater similarity, these guys will never call you sir like other job seekers, they will only call you your Excellency.

This reflects their own identities: I am different from ordinary people, I am a warrior!

Push away! Longbottom looked impatient, his eyes swept over the people who were crowded in the front, and muttered in a low voice: Why is the quality of these guys getting worse and worse now! Hey! What about you! Push away! Make room for me!

Longbottom's huge body was like a monster. I didn't see how hard he was, so he pushed away the passers who were too crowded in front, and then he raised his voice and shouted: Quiet me! Quiet!

He raised his big palm-like hand, pointed at the crowd in front of him, and shouted: I need people, but I don't need trash! I need people with unique skills, unique skills! Do you understand? As long as you have unique skills that satisfy me Boy, I don't know what level of samurai you have! Do you understand? Let me see what you are capable of! Who will come first?

Unique job?

Many people fell silent.

Is there no one to try? Longbottom looked disappointed. He turned back to Du Wei and sighed: Damn it, one generation is not as good as the next generation. In the past, I could find a few useful people here, but now? Look at these wastes! All of them obviously don't have much ability, and they are still lacking. Hold on to your own bullshit and insist on bah! Gold will always shine, but if it is not gold, but still pretending to be here, it is simply a waste that does not deserve sympathy..

After waiting for a long time, no one came forward. Longbottom was a little impatient, and shouted loudly: Don't you even have any unique skills? Damn it! You are warriors! Show off your most proud martial arts skills to me. Ruo Guo People who have no ability, get out of the way! Don't take up space! Guard your corner and die!

What he said was very rude, but from Du Wei's point of view, although the words were harsh, they made sense!

This world is very real! If you obviously don't have the ability, but still insist on some shit, that's stupid! It's better to find a job and live hard!

A trash who daydreams all day long and deserves no sympathy.

Excuse me, Your Excellency, what is the unique skill you are talking about? A thin man tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd: Can you explain it more clearly?

I don't care what you are. Longbottom grinned: What are you best at? Show it to me.

I'm good at swordsmanship, Your Excellency. The thin guy tried his best to raise his sword: My samurai level is

Okay, I don't care about your level. Longbottom waved his hand impatiently: If you had the title of level five and level six, you wouldn't be here. Show your abilities.

The skinny samurai blushed, and then he picked up a stone casually, brushed a few times on the wall next to it, and drew a portrait pattern that was about the same proportion as a real person.

He took a few steps back, then took a deep breath, and suddenly drew out his long sword

swipe swipe

The long sword pierced out lightly and quickly, and the blade of the sword hit the human pattern on the wall like raindrops.

Finally, when the skinny guy backed away, Longbottom narrowed his eyes and glanced at the figure pattern, his eyes suddenly lit up!

On the humanoid pattern, the two eyes, the throat, the ribs, and the crotch were all stabbed!

Fast and accurate! Every sword of this samurai pierced viciously at these parts, all of which were unable to be covered by armor!

Generally speaking, his swordsmanship is a little despicable, a little unrighteous, like a poisonous snake.

And the badge on his chest

Could it be just a first-level warrior? !

Okay, you stay, I want it! Longbottom laughed loudly, Who else!!!

The second guy recruited by Longbottom was a left-handed guy. This short guy probably suffered from malnutrition since he was a child, and his height was even about the same height as Little Sandy, but he showed a few sword moves casually, and Longbottom asked him to come down.

He is a left-hander. The swordsmanship he uses is in the opposite direction to that of ordinary people. During the battle, the enemy will feel very uncomfortable. This is a good guy. Longbottom explained.

The third one to pass was a fat man who seemed to be almost as tall as Longbottom. This fat man looks like a wax gourd, but his unique skill is beyond Du Wei's imagination.

I can be beaten, and I'm not afraid of pain. The fat man grinned, I'm not born to feel pain.

As he said that, he pulled off his clothes, exposing his chest covered with black hair, and pulled out his sword casually, chopping himself twice, he chopped it really badly! The blood was dripping and the skin was torn, but the fat man's face was very calm: Your Excellency, I have no talent for martial arts, and I am only a first-level warrior. But I bet that in a real battle, I can fight alone. Kill at least three first-level warriors! Because they slash me a few times, as long as it is not fatal, my combat effectiveness will not be affected! But if I slash them with a sword, they can't bear it.

So, this guy was also accepted.

Next, a few more oddballs were admitted. Du Wei was surprised by the unique skills of a few people

Hell, is this just light work? Seeing a skinny guy, he ran up to the roof without much effort, running back and forth, as light as a civet cat.

There is another guy who is good at imitating, he can imitate the sounds of various animals, even the sounds of mice fighting are imitated vividly by him.

I will be an excellent scout! Your Excellency!

And me! A guy squeezed out of the crowd: I used to be a hunter, and I would set up all kinds of traps. In the mountains, with my nose and glasses, I could find all kinds of traps under the most difficult conditions. The nearest mountain road and water source!

After recruiting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys beside him who were still full of expectations, but no one came out to respond, so he yelled loudly at those guys who didn't want to leave: What's wrong? Who else do you have? Want to try it?

It's not fair! Your Excellency. Someone in the crowd yelled: They are not real warriors! They are just thieves! Real warriors can only talk with swords! We don't howl like animals, or crawl like thieves Go to someone else's house!

Longbottom sneered, grabbed the bundle of iron rods on the ground, inserted them into the ground one by one, and said coldly, You bastards think it's unfair? Good! Then let's use your swords to speak! Whoever can use the sword in your hand to chop off an iron rod, I will accept him!

Cutting an iron rod with one sword?

Although each iron rod is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm. Cut off with a sword?

Unless it is a samurai who can display grudge! Or have a sword in your hand!

Otherwise, it is impossible.

But if he could display fighting spirit or have a sword, who would be down here? A samurai who can display fighting spirit will not worry about running out of food.

Lombard's move left everyone speechless.

Sigh... Longbottom sighed, as if he was a little disappointed. After working for a long time, although he had recruited some strange talents, he still hadn't met any real warriors from the city.

At this moment, a calm voice came out from the crowd.

Why don't you let me try?

Immediately, the crowd was separated, and there was a tall guy who looked to be in his thirties, dressed in rough clothes, and walked with a steady killing spirit.

When Longbottom saw this guy, his eyes lit up. According to his experience, although he doesn't know his practical strength, judging from his temperament, this guy is definitely a ruthless character who has experienced real life-and-death fights, seen blood, and killed people!

Your name. Longbottom narrowed his eyes.

Please call me Laoyan, that's what my friends call me. The warrior seemed to hesitate for a moment, and what he gave was simply a nickname. And his accent seems to be a native of the imperial capital. .

Du Wei found that although this guy had a straight chest, his body had a strong herbal smell, as if he was injured?

Longbottom also noticed that this guy who called himself Old Smoke had a bandage wrapped around his chest clothes, and the location of the wound seemed to be on his heart?

Are you injured? Longbottom frowned.

Yes, it's here. Lao Yan pointed at his heart: But I'm so lucky, my heart is born a little bit sideways than ordinary people.

After speaking, he drew out his long sword and took a breath

brush!

A clear sword light flashed by, and the faint brilliance of fighting spirit surprised the surrounding onlookers!

This is a vindictive warrior! That shows that his warrior level should be at least level four!

How could a level 4 warrior be in such a state of desperation?

That's right, this old smoke is the Yu Linjun who was going to be inspected on the day of the coup.

The guy who died thinking about the title Jazz.

Click!

An iron rod was cut into two ends at the sound, Lao Yan seemed to be panting a little, as if the action just now had pulled the wound, he took a deep breath, looked at Longbottom, but his eyes passed Longbottom and fell on Du Wei behind.

After all, he was a member of the Imperial Forest Army, so he could tell at a glance who was the real head of the family.

Can I count it as a pass?

Yes, it was Du Wei who spoke: Please tell me the treatment you want, Your Excellency Knight.

Lao Yan was silent for a while, with a hint of boredom in his eyes, and slowly said: Leave the imperial capital. If you are recruiting people to leave the imperial capital, I am willing to love you very much. I just want to leave here..