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Dora and Palmer returned to the hotel safely the next morning, and the commission went well. The countess gave them a generous reward, and their mission here finally came to an end.

As usual, they would return to the royal city after a short day of rest, but Slade had already urged them to pack up and go on the road as soon as possible that afternoon. Mir hid in the room all day in order to avoid Slade, and Palmer came to inform The news that he was about to leave, on the one hand, he couldn't help talking a few words about Slade's abnormality and Mier.

"Slade has been a little weird lately... Cardin said that yesterday he went to the post station outside the town with the bandits, and was in a hurry to deliver a letter." Palmer said with a grin, "He was in such a hurry to go back , That letter must be a love letter to some girl."

Mir frowned, as if someone had stabbed him hard in the wound that had stopped bleeding. He pretended nothing had happened, but he didn't have the energy to respond to Palmer's joke.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Palmer was very bored, so he ran back to pack his luggage after saying a few words. They set off on their way home in the afternoon, and Mill timidly rode at the end of the team. Slade picked up the conversation, and Slade turned to look at him several times, probably because of the presence of his teammates, and finally did not talk to Mill.

Mir finally found a way to avoid Slade. During the few days on the road, he followed Palmer almost every step of the way, never letting himself have any chance to be alone, and returned to the royal city without any danger. But just after arriving at the guild, Slade made an excuse to leave. Palmer laughed and joked behind him. Everyone thought he was rushing to meet his sweetheart. Mir looked at his back In a hurry, a heart was hacked into pieces, but another voice shouted loudly in his ear.

Follow up, and see what a dignified and gentle lady that Miss Margaret is, follow up, even if it's just to take a look from a distance, and see where I lost.

Before he had time to bury this thought in his heart, his body had already made a decision in one step. He walked out of the mercenary guild, told others that he was going to visit a friend, turned the corner, and followed Slade secretly.

He has patrolled the city at night countless times, and he is very familiar with every corner and alleyway, and it is easy to follow a person.And Slade was in a hurry, as if rushing to an appointment that was about to be late, and he never paid attention to the little tail behind him. He walked through the bustling commercial street, bypassed the luxurious uptown area, turned into the corner, and walked into the That shameless immorality is known throughout the kingdom.

Mill watched Slade step into the Rose Rose, the most famous brothel in the kingdom.

Mill stood on the street corner, seeing what he saw hurt more than private speculation, whether it was Slade who couldn't wait to find love when he came back to town, or that Miss Margaret was the girl in the red rose, Either way was enough to break his heart, and he turned around in a daze, only to hear a female voice with a Frye accent shout "Margaret! Margaret!" He immediately turned to look, also I saw a slim and charming back, a white wrist exposed under the moon-white gauze sleeves, golden curly hair coiled behind her head, and a bright red rose flower inserted obliquely.

He even thought for a moment that if Slade and Margaret had a child, they would also have blond hair and blue eyes, with the same beautiful face and fair and delicate skin as his father, just like the angels in the holy paintings of the church.

He stumbled and ran out of that street, let's stop here, since he can't bless them in his heart, he should just leave the mercenary team, just like what he and Slade said, and hide his stupid love and extravagance in his heart again .

He stumbled on the uneven road and almost fell out of the mud. Someone reached out to support him. He raised his head and saw Dora's surprised face with blurred eyes.

"Mir." Dora reached out and touched his cheek with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

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Slade sat on a velvet ottoman, holding a cup of flamboyant tea in his hand.Bright Red Rose is the most famous gold selling cave in the city, with luxurious decoration and prostitutes wearing gorgeous brocade, but they live the most miserable life in private.Slade looked at the scented tea in his hand. The scent of scented tea exuded a slightly sweet smell, which reminded him of Mir's light brown eyes and hair tips, the color of honey. I mean, it even tastes as sweet as honey.

When Margaret opened the door and walked in, she happened to see Slade smiling with lowered eyebrows. She was inexplicably startled with goosebumps, and boldly reprimanded: "Why are you here again!"

Slade put down the scented tea, his movements were very light, and the porcelain saucer that set the teacup was knocked on the mahogany table, barely making a sound, and then he stood up and saluted her, as if standing in front of him was a noble person. princess.

"You haven't promised me, Miss Margaret," he said softly. "I'm waiting for your reply."

Ever since she was a child, few people used honorifics for her. Margaret was not used to it, or she was flattered. From the bottom of her heart, she had a good impression of this gentleman, but she still frowned in dissatisfaction. : "Why do you always hinder my work."

"I paid you," said Slade. "I'm willing to pay you more if you agree to testify."

Margaret raised her finger, as if trying to stop Slade from continuing, and she didn't look happy at all.

Slade had to turn to the next question: "Don't you want to see your relatives? I heard that your parents are still alive. After the trial, I can send you back."

Margaret's smile froze slightly, and it was inevitable that there was a bit of sarcasm: "So that they know my current identity?"

"That's not what I meant," Slade said.

"Do you know how dangerous it is to testify against the commander? Why would I risk my life for those stupid money." She said angrily, "What's more, I'm just a lowly whore, no one will believe me if."

"I will, and so will the Tribunal." Slade whispered, "I have explained everything to you in the letter, please trust us."

Margaret hesitated, but still rejected him mercilessly: "It's useless, no one cares whether the ban is actually implemented."

Most of the nobles only care about their exquisite dresses and comfortable life. It has been several years since the Prohibition of Slavery was promulgated, but it has had little effect. The private slave market has never stopped.From the sandy beach where Frye's refugees are everywhere to the forest where the elves gather under the protection of the God of Haven, the slave traders have built a dark chain with deception and blood, and countless people participated in it with blood on their hands.The Duke of Saran hanged the slave traders, but there are still countless people who are willing to take risks for the huge profits. Even his knight commanders betrayed him. The largest slave market in the royal city is operated by the commander behind the scenes.Margaret was a trafficked refugee girl, and several knights were her regular customers. She had heard those people talk about the location and operation of the private slave market in the royal city. She could have stood up and accused those people, but she was angry , but also afraid, who knows what the result will be after they stand up. The officials have collected boxes of gold coins as bribes from the slave traders, and no one cares about the whereabouts and life and death of slaves like animals.

Slade frowned and said word by word: "Of course someone cares."

Margaret looked at him in panic, as if she wanted to see some traces of lying from those beautiful eyes, but Slade was calm, and he was just saying something that had happened in a straightforward tone. things.

"He exposed the Commander, and nearly died for it," Slade said softly. "He went to jail for you, and never regretted the day he stood up."

Margaret murmured, "How is it possible..."

"The commander gave him an unfair trial, and I want to correct it." Slade looked into her eyes and said slowly, "Even if it is to prevent the rest of the refugees from suffering another misfortune, please agree to appear in court and help us. "

"This is the perfume you want." He placed the small satin box containing Camellia's perfume lightly on the table, and slowly pushed it over, "We agreed in the letter, whether you agree or not, this is my perfume." A gift for you."

Margaret held the perfume with a complicated expression. She watched Slade stand up and walk to the window, and finally couldn't help but ask, "How do I accuse them?"

Slade looked out of the window, and there was a carriage parked downstairs in Bright Red Rose. On the pillar of the carriage was carved Madiria holding a one-eyed scepter—the goddess who symbolized hope and justice.

"The carriage of the trial court has arrived." He whispered, "We can go to the carriage first, and then talk to Chief Judge Rees about this issue."