Year of God's Choice

No matter where he is, Lovin can find his place.

It is not an easy task to hide from his tracking.Delanon sat pale in the corner of a bar, wearing an unremarkable dark gray overcoat and a hat that almost covered his entire face.The cane was by his side, but he obviously didn't have the strength to stand up again.

Because the wound of the heart dug out of his chest had not yet healed, the beating heart was brought aboard the Templar warship along with the Titan, in order to confuse Lovin's sight.

Although due to his physical condition, he couldn't feel any severe pain at this moment, but the painful hollowing out and powerlessness in his chest still made him not want to move an inch.

He lay on the table for a long time like a drunk, but the glass of wine that was called did not move at all.

His mind has not stopped thinking.

Now, Rex must have launched the death ray cannon at the Templar warship, and Lovin will definitely show up to stop it at that time—he will think that he is still on the warship at this moment, and Uriel will launch a plan to capture Lovin at that time. action.

In this series of actions, he must ensure that he is completely hidden from being discovered by Luo Wen, otherwise all previous efforts will be in vain.The more noisy and filthy the place is, the better it is to hide the atmosphere. Just this small bar is not enough.He also wants to hide deeper in the city.

However, for him who has temporarily lost his heart and strength, it is already very difficult to get here.He tried to stand up, only to knock the wooden crutch to the ground, and he fell with it.

The cane rolled so far that he stretched out his arm, but still couldn't reach it.

Even the hair tentacles that can cut through steel are so soft that they can hardly be lifted at the moment, and the hair that is slowly extending over does not even have the strength to pull back the cane.

"Oh, my guest, are you drunk? Don't vomit in the store!" The bartender just happened to be disgusted, and even kicked Delanon.He raised his hand and called a few thugs, ready to have Delanon thrown out.

"By the way, the guest hasn't paid yet, right?" The bartender suddenly remembered something.

"Yeah, I don't have the money to pay, so if I can, sell me to a slave camp." Delanon said.

"Do you think I dare not?" The bartender grabbed Dranon by the collar. The bartenders who work in this kind of place are more or less related to the underground trade, and some even serve as slaves and drug prostitutes. Connector.

Delanon's hat fell off due to pulling, and several thugs and bartenders were amazed at the beauty of his face.

"You are right, you are indeed the material that should enter the slave camp!" The bartender smiled wickedly.

Delanon was handcuffed and dragged to an underground storage room in the bar. The storage room was filled with dilapidated furniture and sundries. The small space smelled of dust, and a dim electric light hung on the wall. , flickering on and off from time to time.He lay on the ground, thinking of his years in the Tower of Overlord.

Give him a day to recover his strength.

If the heart taken away by the Titan was placed in the medical tank, it could still maintain its vitality for about a month. As long as he didn't use a little excessive strength, it was enough to confuse Luo Wen's sight.

This was the first time in his life that he seriously resisted Luo Wen's will, but he didn't expect it to be so painful both physically and mentally.

After about a few hours, the door of the storage room was opened, and the bartender brought a few big men over to pick them up. It seemed that he had found a buyer.It is not uncommon for anything to happen in this chaotic era. Those who want to have fun often end up in the same fate as Dranon.

"Sure enough, she is a beauty." A man shone a flashlight on Delanon's face, but that perfect face was now covered with a lot of dust.

"Take it back, clean it first, and then adjust it." The man beckoned his men to drag Delanon away, and several people immediately grabbed Delanon's arm and dragged it out. Delanon's artificial leg hit the steps and made a thud The sound of thumping caught the attention of the leading man. He walked over and tried it with his foot on Delanon's artificial leg, and his face became contemptuous: "It turns out that it is a cripple, and it will cost a lot of money."

The bartender rubbed his hands afterwards and said, "There are also many customers who like special flavors."

"That's right." The man touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something.

Dranon was sent to a crude covered carriage, which seemed to be specially used to transport trafficked people.Besides him, there were several ragged teenagers in the carriage, all of them were silent, as if they knew the fate they were about to face.

The final destination they were sent to was in the most secret dark street deep in the city's slums, in a large crowded building, a brightly lit human trafficking establishment, of course, prostitutes were also traded here.In contrast to the dirty and crowded slums outside, the building is decorated in an aristocratic atmosphere, but the sold goods such as Dranon are transported through the back door and taken to an underground public shower room middle.

A sinister butler-like figure with a whip in his hand yelled at the slaves to enter the bathroom to take a bath, and asked them to wash themselves clean inside and out one by one.Delanon had regained some strength, and was able to walk unsteadily by himself, but even so, he fell many times and received a lot of whipping.He almost crawled into the dark bathroom. Many teenagers were already washing in the shower. Delanon climbed to the cement-cast platform in the middle of the bathroom to fix the shower pipe, and began to take off his clothes. .

It was truly the most unpleasant bathing experience of his life.

He took off his clothes, revealing a slender and perfect body with bandages on his chest, but the graceful curves made other slaves look sideways. When the limbs were cut, it aroused even more discussions among the slaves.

Delanon didn't take off the cover covering the stump, but turned on the faucet directly.The warm water is poured from head to toe, and the comfortable feeling dilutes the discomfort of the day.There is also soap and towels provided in the bathroom, in order for these slaves to wash clean and look good.

It's just that Dranon's nakedness aroused the envious eyes of the slaves, and some of them stared straight at his body and even forgot to take a bath.

A beautiful body is a great allure to anyone.

Apparently, the curator, standing on the upstairs platform and looking down from the glass window above, was also deeply attracted by the glamorous Delanon.The owner of the museum seems to be in his 20s, tall and handsome, more like a young nobleman than someone engaged in this kind of business. In fact, he is already in his 70s. After paying a huge sum of money, he underwent plastic surgery Only then did he obtain lasting youth. Under his handsome appearance, he was actually a shrewd and sophisticated old man.

The owner looked at Delanon in the bath without blinking his eyes - he has been in this business for so many years, no, it should be said that he has never seen such a beautiful person in his life!Even though he only has one leg, he is still so beautiful!He even began to fantasize about the beauty lying on his bed—with one leg, there might be more different tricks...