Lord of Plenty

Marquis's residence, Lishu courtyard.

In fact, there was no name here, but Kun especially liked to lean under the Li tree in the corner of the courtyard and count the stars in the sky, so he named his yard Li Shu Xiaoyuan.

Due to lack of people to take care of it, the flower beds that Kun had cultivated before have become overgrown with weeds.

A white butterfly that had just struggled out of its cocoon and stretched its wings unfortunately plunged into the spider's web. Before it could fly as much as it wanted, it almost killed the spider.

The big black and yellow spider felt the vibration of the spider web, and moved its long and penetrating spider legs, slowly approaching the poor prey.

Perhaps feeling that it was about to die soon, the butterfly struggled more violently, and the cobwebs on its body became more and more entangled, and there was no possibility of escape.

Suddenly, a slender and clean hand rescued the struggling butterfly from the spider web.

Seeing someone snatching away the prey that reached its mouth, the big spider lying on the web immediately waved its claws at the hateful guy, trying its best to intimidate it.

Seeing this, Kun said a little funny:

"Why are you so angry? I'll give you another one."

A drop of bright red blood like a gem oozed from the fingertips, floating quietly in the air. Nerves, organs, flesh and blood, exoskeleton, a vivid butterfly appeared in Kun's hand, slowly flapping its wings.

Except for the bright red color, the weight, pattern, and even one scale on the butterfly wing are the same as the other.

Under Kun's control, the blood butterfly hit the spider web and soon died under the spider's fangs. It was heavily entangled in the spider silk and became the spider's food reserve.

The other butterfly, which Kun rescued from the spider's mouth, flapping its wings and flew away proudly after pulling a lump of unknown yellow liquid from his hand.

Kun couldn't help but laugh.

"Let's go, don't come back, you don't belong here."

Finally saying goodbye to the butterfly, Kun also left this small courtyard where he had lived for fifteen years and was full of childhood memories.

He won't live here long, and the weeds in the flower beds don't have to be cleared away just for his whims. They will grow back sooner or later anyway.

Since he could tolerate the flower spider that settled in his courtyard without his permission, he could naturally tolerate the overgrown weeds.

Perhaps, it's just for another, simpler reason.

Early the next morning, Kun took Old Tate and several players straight to the talent market in the royal capital.

If important things can't be done yet and you need to wait for the opportunity, then hurry up and finish unimportant things.

The talent market is not in the inner city, but is located on a staggered street in the southeast corner of the outer city.

Going further east is the most densely populated residential area in the capital, where civilian beggars, thugs, and small-time prostitutes live together at the lowest level of this bustling city.

This intertwined street was originally just a place where people who could not find jobs gathered for employers to hire. Later, it gradually evolved into a so-called talent market and was jointly controlled by underworld mercenaries, slave traders, and human traffickers.

Lang Bai, who followed the group at the end, looked excited. In fact, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep last night. Because of yesterday's live broadcast of the new plot, he became popular again. He has more than 500,000 followers, and he has a little moisture. The unadulterated kind.

Originally, due to the influx of a large number of players during this internal beta, many players also started live streaming, which naturally took away some of the popularity that originally belonged to him.

However, these are new players who cannot go to the third pure land before reaching level ten, so they want to quickly complete the promotion tasks and go to the spirit world to live broadcast something new.

The first person to live broadcast in the spirit world was naturally Jiang Xiaobai, and he broadcast alone for a long time, but he had no choice, otherwise the audience would only be lost faster.

Coming to the capital with a big player this time was actually a gamble, but he won the bet and won big.

There are so many new things that can be broadcast in the royal capital, such as the magnificent castle, the prosperous inner city, the mysterious wizard guild, and the mercenary guild with many professionals. It turns out that they, the pioneers, have only scratched the surface. Not even out of Novice Village.

From this point of view, there is actually no need for players to flock to the spirit world. Those who like fantasy adventures can stay here and explore the plot and world bit by bit. Those who like fighting and survival in desperate situations can go to the third pure land.

I heard that I am going to the talent market in the capital today, and I don’t know if there will be anything interesting to watch. I’m really looking forward to it.

Unlike Lang Bai who felt that the trip was worthwhile, Xu Empress and Xia Xingtu were a little anxious.

Although it was a hidden mission, they had no idea how long it would take or whether the reward would be generous. It looked like it was not a mission that could be completed in a few days.

Now is a critical time for the two guilds. If important people like them are away, God knows what kind of trouble the remaining noobs, old donkeys, rabbits and rabbits will take the opportunity to do?

So worried u003d.

But the talent market?

If a professional is looking for a job, he should go to a place like a mercenary guild. I don’t know what I am doing here?

When several players saw the so-called talent market with their own eyes, they were still shocked and speechless.

The market is a real market, but ‘talent’ must be separated and counted.

The ‘people’ market and the ‘talent’ market.

It was overcrowded, with slaves in rags squeezing the entire street as far as the eye could see. Most of them were humans, with some ugly-looking aliens scattered here and there.

The sound of whips hitting the body, screams, and cries were heard.

Humans were handcuffed and chained, with slave marks branded on their faces. The big, muscular, and bare-chested slave traders stood on the platform and shouted loudly, just like the pig and sheep sellers always introduced their goods to the audience below the stage.

The stronger orcs were put on magic beast rings around their necks, and the weak and harmless aliens were put on iron rings on the soft and sensitive parts of their bodies, and then tied with ropes. With a gentle pull, these aliens moved obediently.

These were all tamed slaves, with empty eyes, and they would not resist. There were also many who were huddled together and locked in cages, shouting, begging for mercy, and suffering the most whipping.

"I'm not a slave. You caught the wrong person. I came to the king to seek refuge with my relatives!"

"I'm the daughter of Baron Van Cleef. You can't do this to me. I don't want to be branded with the slave mark. I don't want it. Please let me go. Ah~~~"

The screams seemed to be the last wail of a soul before death, full of creepy despair, which made people get goose bumps.

If there is hell in the world, it must be right in front of them.

Kun was wearing a fiery red wizard robe, dazzling, like a blazing flame, with several mid-level professional followers behind him.

The originally crowded streets suddenly separated automatically, and even the screams that were originally filled in the streets seemed to be smaller.

If there is no special hobby, people who go out incognito in such a place firmly controlled by the dark forces are simply sick. The people here are just short of engraving the words "serve different dishes to different people" on their faces.

You are still doing that. Are you going to fish for law enforcement?

Less than half a minute after Kun entered the crossroads, a fearful bald man with defensive magic rings on all ten fingers ran out sweating, with an exaggerated flattering smile on his face.

"Little Marquis, oh, look at my stinky mouth, it's the Viscount, please come this way."

Kun glanced at the other party:

"How can I, a little Viscount, stand the call of Lord Barragan from you, Master Barragan? Doesn't the Earl have to be on good terms with you?"

Rory Barragan, one of the main people in front of the "Talent Market" stage in front of him, is nicknamed the Ghoul.

Barragan is also a model of civilian inspiration. He was thrown into a mass grave after he was born, and no one knows how he survived.

He was muddle-headed and drifted in the first half of his life. After coming to the capital, he joined two slave merchant groups one after another, and fought back from a slave thug to the boss of the merchant group.

Finally, he became one of the persons in charge of the talent market in the capital. In this capital city full of nobles and officials, he was also a well-known figure.

It is said that this person has a habit of eating human flesh raw, so he is called a ghoul, and he himself did not deny it.

His reputation is naturally very bad, but among the rats digging for food in the gutter, he is a rare gray rat that has not rotted and stinked.

When Kun was studying the magic of abundance before, he needed to collect blood from human beings of different races and different lineages of the same species for research. A single piece of blood does not require much, but the total amount is large.

Ordinary slave traders are afraid of trouble and are unwilling to do this business. Barragan came to the door himself after knowing it.

Kun and him were businessmen, and he did not let the other party suffer a loss, but after all, he helped him a little bit, and the two sides can be regarded as having some friendship.

Later, Old Tate helped him gather his entourage. He did not take advantage of Kun's loss of power at that time. Instead, he was busy and was a man who was good at dancing with long sleeves. He had a good relationship with Old Tate.

"You said that, aren't you embarrassing me? How dare I do that?"

Barragan wiped the sweat on his head with a silk scarf and said in panic:

"Did someone say bad things about me, Barragan, in front of you, or did your ignorant subordinates offend you? Tell me, I will definitely give you an explanation!"

"Okay, stop acting. Master Barragan's business is not only getting bigger and bigger, but his acting skills are also getting better and better. It's really admirable."

Finally understanding why Kun was angry, Barragan smiled bitterly:

"Those bandits, ah, I won't hide it from you, they are indeed refugees, but they are all sent to me, and I have no right not to accept them.

You also know that the people below call me Master Barragan, but how dare I really regard myself as a master? I am just a bug that can be crushed to death by others. I am afraid of death, but I don't want to die."