After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

"Give me in."

"You guy, do you want to be an arrogant person because you think you have become rich? How is it possible? Even if it is a precious commodity, a guy like you with such a bad background can only be carefully raised After a while, send it away as a plaything."

The guard standing behind Linton saw that Linton stood still for a while, thinking that this guy finally felt scared, he couldn't help but giggled with obvious malice.

After all, so to speak, at least this guy can live a good life after being bought by the buyer.The final result of a person with good talent like him is generally not that bad, but it is much better than a person like him who can only be a bodyguard for a lifetime.

He can only taunt the other party here now. If this guy turns back to a big nobleman and comes here again, the guard can only call "young master" in a proper manner.

Linton glanced at him, and walked forward without saying a word.And behind him, Anlan's unnoticed eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the guard as if he was looking at a dead person.

The guard who just spoke couldn't help shivering, looked around in horror, and when he passed the young man in front of him, he unconsciously became a little suspicious.

Is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, or does he already have a buyer at this moment?

Thinking of this, the guard's face turned pale one after another.

Anlan passed him with his eyes downcast, with white light flashing in his hands, and transformed into a strange appearance, before he threw him into the body of the guard.

This is not a very powerful thing. After all, Ann Ryan now feels that he is not the dark side, and he doesn't want to show something similar to the dark side to reduce Linton's impression of him, so the divine technique outlined is more complicated.

A very complicated life transfer magic combined with divine art, conventionally, it can only be used by arranging a magic circle in a certain place and spending a lot of energy.

The function is to let the opponent automatically transfer his body life to the people around him for 1 to 2 years after reaching a certain condition.Of course, it can also automatically transfer the lives of people around him to him for 1 to 2 years, so this is actually a forbidden magic.

An Lane set the condition of "speaking poorly" for the cheap-mouthed guard, and then left without the slightest nostalgia, leaving only the cheap-mouthed guard, thinking that he had just had some illusion, and now he is exhaling slowly in one breath.

But after what happened, the guard didn't say anything for the rest of the day.He also suspected that he was too malicious and angered the will of the God of Light in the Temple of Light next to him.

But after all, he was used to doing this kind of thing, and within a few days he relapsed, and when he saw a certain drinker who came to the bar, he laughed and mocked without hesitation.

"John, why are you drinking again? Hasn't your wife beat you to death? I heard that you were arrested for stealing things two days ago, and you were thrown back to your wife after a long beating. Now it's time Do you have money to drink again?"

The face of the man named John was full of embarrassment. He glanced at the gentleman following him and smiled a little flatteringly.

The gentleman he was looking at suddenly frowned, especially when he found that John did not refute the point of stealing, he chose to leave without hesitation.

Only the pale John was left standing at the door of the bar, staring at the guard angrily, wishing he could tear him apart.

"You accompany me for medicine money!"

"Drug money? What kind of drug money? You were beaten for stealing and you asked me for money?"

John stood still, his expression distorted.

His parents were seriously ill one after another, and it was the time when the money was urgently needed for medical treatment.When I was in a wealthy family, I went to ask for money with the IOUs left by others who owed debts, but I was kicked out as a thief.After finally finding a job as a guide, I was also disturbed by this cheap question...

However, the two guards guarding the door of the bar did not let go of his plan, and even laughed at his dark expression, spit out every sentence of ridicule as if he didn't want money.

However, as he spoke, the expression of the other guard gradually became frightened.

"Hey, Bruce, what's the matter with you? Look at your hair, God of Light, how come your hair is all white after just saying these two sentences? This is comparable to those years when the clock rang, The falling snow is even whiter."

Bruce froze for a moment, his first reaction was that his colleagues were joking, after all, he is not yet 30 years old, how could he have white hair...

Pulling a hair from his head with all his strength, Bruce looked at the white crystal clear hair in his hand, and couldn't help showing a horrified look.

Could it be that he was really targeted by the will of the God of Light in the nearby Temple of Light because of his malicious words last time, and he was punished by God?But obviously there are still a large group of guys who are abducting and trafficking people, why are they only caught and punished...

Bruce was stunned with weak legs, his eyes stared at the air in front of him, his eyes darkened, and he passed out directly.

At this time, he seemed to be 60 or 30 years old, and he had lost almost [-] years of life.

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Of course, Ann Lane, who had just slipped into the bar, could not have foreseen what would happen a few days later. He just stood in a dungeon with an uneasy face, and gently and silently patted Linton, who was about to gag. back.

This is probably a place where "goods" are temporarily locked up. It's very bad. Even being locked in a cage on a carriage is much better than the current dungeon.

"That little boss's words are much worse than his actual actions." An Lane glanced at the environment of the dungeon, and tried to comfort Linton with the same smile on his face.

This is probably the place where "slaves were raised" before, and there are even broken arms and legs on the ground—however, considering that they will eventually be used as slaves, the prison has the most severed fingers of all kinds. Different fingers were scattered on the mossy stones, which looked bloody like a horror nursery rhyme.

It took Linton a lot of effort to calm down his vomiting, and he patted Ann Lane's hand on his shoulder with an uneasy expression.

He subconsciously wanted to care about his roommate's emotional state, but seeing that An Lane seemed to be doing well, he began to focus on business.

"This should be specially used as a dungeon for dismounting, these rotten flesh and blood..." Linton moved his gaze down, and his face turned pale again, "It is specially used to tell the people who will come later what will happen if they don't obey. "

That is to say, in this case, he also needs to work hard to look frightened, and to be honest and obedient despite complaints.It's probably going to take a while, and if you don't make the appearance at the right time, it will take longer.

Anlan patted Linton on the shoulder in understanding, and suggested: "Why don't we just end it like this. The evidence we have now is enough to uproot the entire Temple of Light in Kansai City, and there is no need to continue."

He really couldn't bear to let Linton continue to stay in such an environment, especially when there was a large wave of training/teaching.

Thinking of this, Allen's expression darkened.

Linton is suitable for staying in his laboratory, with a pair of light blue eyes staring at the various potions and reagents in front of him, humming a little tune, trying various formulas, and then getting a satisfactory product Happy to turn twice.

Instead of staying in this environment...

Linton twitched the corners of his mouth twice, not wanting to remind the other party that if it was just like this, there was no point in doing what he did before, so he gently reached out and patted the back of Ann Ryan's hand, signaling that he was fine.

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The "now" on the real timeline after Linton disappeared.

Anlan on the dark side has already solved everything, emptied out the room where Linton disappeared, built a huge iron cage and put it in, carefully thinking about the magic that made the other party disappear.

"This kind of accidental space-time magic is likely to be traced back several generations. As we all know, there has been no great magician who is good at time and space for more than 200 years. There is no interference from magicians above this level. Master Linton Basically, he will be teleported back to the place where he disappeared."

Anlan on the dark side played with a blood-red cup in his hand, as if observing whether the ruby ​​that made it was crystal clear enough.

He was sitting on a black high chair. The red and black robe was carved with strange floral patterns, carrying a natural evil and dark aura.

And the person talking in front of him was the "Doctor", a young man with a black and white mask, carefully selected from among the subordinates of the "Baron" instead of the previous "Knight".

He seemed to be very devout to the baron, much more devout than the previous "knight". During this report, he kept his head down and kept kneeling, with countless fanaticism in his eyes.

Anlan on the dark side smiled slightly, glanced at the room behind him, which was built with an iron cage, and praised it without hesitation.

"Great job, you'll have everything you want, I promise you in dark righteousness."

"However, there is a title that you still have to change."

"For Linton, you don't need to call him the young master." Ann Lane on the dark side seemed to have thought of something interesting, with a smile almost overflowing from the corner of his mouth, "You can just call him Madam."