God's family

In order to find the dwarf as soon as possible, the five searched separately. Even Lycent was reluctantly driven away by Roger and left alone.

In fact, it is quite easy to distinguish the two dwarfs in the crowd, at least the altitude difference is clear at a glance.Roger walked hurriedly along the way, his eyes fixed on the height of the waist of the people, without even raising his head, for fear of missing a clue, until he was too focused and suddenly pretended to be a person.

Taking half a step back, Roger, who reacted a little slower, raised his head in confusion, just in time to collide with a pair of amazed light golden eyes.The owner of the eyes is a handsome tall winged man, with long hair that is so pale that it is almost silver, tied behind his head, a pair of phoenix eyes are slightly raised, full of peach blossoms, and the snow-white wings are without any variegation. Clothing temperament is a nobleman.

"Sorry." Roger said, smiling apologetically, but he saw the figures of two dwarfs flashing past from the corner of his eye, and quickly put away the idea of ​​talking a few more words, leaving "excuse me" and brushed off with the winged man He passed by and hurriedly chased after him.

Yiren subconsciously opened his mouth, as if he wanted to call him back, but finally restrained himself.

Brother Tom seemed to be having a good time. Both of them had a lot of interesting gadgets in their hands, talking and laughing, making Roger who was following them wonder whether he should be angry or helpless.

In any case, the dwarfs were found, and Roger was relieved, stalking behind them unhurriedly, thinking whether to take them back now or let them play again.

However, when seeing where they would go next, Roger immediately chose the former.

He hurriedly followed up. Although he had never been there, Roger, who had been among the common people since he was a child, knew what this place was.

Slave store - I didn't expect such a place to exist in the Wing Clan's trading point, which made Roger's impression of the Wing Clan a lot lower.

Fortunately, the slave market of the Yi clan seems to be in good order, not too dirty and messy.Roger squeezed forward while apologizing, and when he finally put his hand on the shoulder of the dwarf brother, he suddenly heard a commotion around him.

Roger raised his head and looked at the stage in the center. He was surprised to find that the person kneeling on it turned out to be a Winged Man—a Winged Man with a pair of pitch-black wings.Roger frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable for no reason.That Yiren looked like just a child, his naked upper body was covered with scars, his pale face was crumbling, he should have suffered a lot, and he could barely hold on anymore.

Roger heard from Gal that the winged people hate black, and they hate the people with black wings even more.They believe that because these people have committed unforgivable sins in every life, the gods punished them and reminded the people around them of their sins, so they were born with wings dyed black.

The Wing Clan rarely has newborns with black wings, and they are independent from the world and hardly contact other races, so even though there are rumors that the Wing Clan with black wings is cursed by the gods, many people are still willing to spend A lot of money for such rare or even unique collectibles.

It was not enough to be rejected and hated by one's own clansmen, but to be sold by one's own hands was truly a cruel and desperate experience.

Roger calmly squeezed his staff tightly. Under the strong light of the slave store, no one noticed a faint halo around the winged boy on the stage. The moment Roger in the priestly robe shows what Roger has done.

"Sorry." Roger mouthed silently, then looked away impatiently.He has no ability to buy this child, but at least he can quietly make him feel better.A little health, a little stamina recovery, and a little choice—whether it's choosing to live on as a slave or a collectible, or choosing to fight desperately and escape, or even desperately end a life that may only be lingering.

The auction of the Wingman Boy ended soon, and the buyer spent a lot of money to make all the rest of the bidders go home. Roger was not in the mood to continue watching the following auction, and dragged the two dwarves out of the sales area, raising his eyebrows and glaring. They: "Remember what your father said? If you dare to cause trouble, you will be taught a lesson!"

"...I'm sorry..." The dwarf looked at each other and bowed his head obediently to apologize.

"It's not that you are not allowed to come out to play, at least you have to say it? I don't know if we are worried? Besides, how dare you go to that kind of place? That's not what children should go to!"

"We're not too young..." Tom retorted, but quickly died away when he met Roger's staring eyes.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roger, we were wrong." The elder brother retreated, and the younger brother Ryan immediately took advantage of his younger age and grabbed Roger's sleeve to act like a spoiled child, "We are used to it. When we came here before, our father always threw us in the Leave it alone and let us wander around by ourselves, so we really forgot to say..."

Roger helplessly slandered the free-range policy of the dwarves, raised his hand and rubbed the heads of the two cubs, "There will be no next time!"

"Okay!" The two dwarfs cheered, thankful that the crisis was temporarily resolved - as for what they might be taught by others after returning to the hotel, never mind!

"That wing man is so pitiful. Although he is taller than me, he is actually a little younger than me in terms of age!" Ryan hugged Roger's leg, curling his lips a little gloomily, "I don't think so at all. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with Black Wings, it looks beautiful!”

"Well, it's really beautiful and handsome." Roger chuckled and agreed.

"Mr. Roger, you are a priest, do you think the black wings are really a punishment from the gods?" Ryan asked curiously, raising his head.

"This...who knows?" Roger shook his head, "But no matter what, it's still too cruel and ruthless to treat one's own people like this."

"However, I heard that there have been many turmoil in the Wing tribe, and it was all caused by the Wing people with black wings!" Tom interjected, "So it makes sense to do so, right?"

"Does it make sense?" Roger sneered, "If you didn't do anything wrong, and you were treated like this just because you gave birth to a pair of black wings, the guys who are not cynical and want to get revenge are all saints and fathers, right? If If it was me, I would definitely make them pay the price! What about you? Would you be willing to be treated like this?"

The dwarves fell silent. Although they didn't understand some of Roger's words, they understood what he meant.

"Heaven's evil is still forgivable, self-inflicted, can't live. I think, being revenged by the Yiren with black wings, is more self-inflicted? The more afraid of being retaliated, the more vainly trying to eliminate it from the root, and finally It’s just a vicious circle.” Roger shrugged, and pushed the two dwarves forward, “Okay, okay, let’s stop this topic, after all, this is the business of the Wing Clan itself, without us outsiders room for meddling."

Brother Tom moved silently, probably still thinking about Roger's words, but soon, their attention was attracted by other things, and they resumed their previous lively and noisy appearance.

Roger breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little afraid of his almost gaffe words just now.After all, this is in the territory of the Yi Clan. If the more radical Yi Clan hears about it, I'm afraid they won't be able to eat and walk around, but they won't be able to take back the words once they have been spoken. I can only pray that I don't have such bad luck.

... In the final analysis, he is still a little too young.

When they returned to the hotel with the two dwarfs, Lacente and the others had already returned, and they were all relieved to see the three of Roger.Afterwards, Brother Tom was educated in various ways, let’s ignore it for the time being, what troubled Roger was that trouble seemed to be at his door.

After breakfast the next day, Roger received an invitation letter from a Winged Man who looked like an attendant. When he was leaving, the Winged Man gave him a vague look, which made Roger a little uneasy.

——If he hadn't acted impulsively and made a mistake yesterday, he probably wouldn't be as guilty as he is now.

"Virgil Heinz... who is it? Do you know him?" Roger looked away from the invitation letter that he was about to stare at, raised his head, and asked with luck.

Facing Roger's expectant eyes, everyone shook their heads.Suddenly, Roger's expression collapsed.

"...Is something wrong?" Theodore asked worriedly.

"I probably... got into trouble." Roger scratched his hair in frustration, and roughly recounted what he did and said when he went out to find Brother Tom last night, so as to prepare everyone mentally.

"It shouldn't be a big problem, I think what you said is quite right." Theodore said proudly, "With me--" After a pause, Theodore glanced at Lycente and changed his words, "There are me and With Lecent here, even if the Winged Clan wants to touch us with our identities, they have to think carefully about it!"

The next king of the elves is confident, and indeed has the capital to be confident. Coupled with the unknown and powerful background of Laycent, Roger finally feels slightly healed. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"It's a blessing, not a curse. A disaster can't be avoided. Let's go!"

A group of seven people returned to the room, changed into more formal clothes, sorted out their appearance, and assembled again in the hotel lobby.

"Maybe it's really dangerous this time, you'd better stay here." Roger didn't know how many times he tried to dissuade Brother Tom who insisted on going with them, and he really didn't know why the dwarves were so stubborn.

"Don't worry, Mr. Roger, if the Wing Clan dares to do something to us, our father and the people will definitely not let the Wing Clan go! Just like what Mr. Theodore said, the more races involved, the more they will The more scruples we have, the safer we will be, won't we?" Tom vowed.

"Besides, it was our fault yesterday, Mr. Roger said that, and we are also responsible!" Ryan puffed up his chest, trying to make himself appear more mature and reliable, "Father has always taught us that no matter what we face You can’t shrink back, you have to shoulder your due responsibilities!”

"It's fine to let them go together." Gal laughed, "Otherwise, if you leave them alone in the hotel without anyone to take care of you, you must be worried, right?"

In the end, Roger, who was isolated and helpless, had to let the Tom brothers do what he did.

The Yiman who delivered the invitation was still waiting outside the hotel door, and when he saw Roger and others coming out, he walked in front of them and led the way.

After a while, Roger found that the direction of the trip was actually the area where the airship was docked, and his heart beat faster, wondering if this "guest" should be in the city of the sky?If so, it really is "a blessing not a curse"!

Several people exchanged glances quickly and without any trace—as long as they can get on the airship, they have a chance.

The purpose of Roger and others' trip is indeed an airship.This airship is very different from the public airship. It looks like a nobleman's private car, both in size and appearance.

The Wingman who led the way waved his hand at the side of the airship, and immediately descended the steps to board the airship. Roger and his party filed up, and were immediately shocked by the interior decoration of the airship.

Different from public airships that only have rows of seats, this airship has a ballroom where small dances can be held at any time, an elegantly decorated restaurant, a noble and atmospheric living room, and then there are probably bedrooms and other rooms. Apartments that can fly.

I don't know if it's because of living next to the dwarves, or because of the advantages of their own race, but the "flying" skills of the winged people really cannot be underestimated.

In the living room, the owner of the airship who had been waiting there for a long time raised a warm smile and greeted him friendly.

"We finally meet again, Roger, it's a great honor to invite you!" Stretching his wings, the owner of the airship walked up to Roger, blinking a pair of peach-blossoming phoenix eyes, affectionately, "You still remember me?"