The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

At the entrance of the secret door, there are staff members distributing masks and black robes. There are dignitaries and ordinary people who come here. The masks and robes will cover up their identities and what they have done in the black market.

The carriage stopped at a nearby parking place, and the butler went to get the mask and gave it to Ruan Mobei who was in the carriage.

Ruan Mobei put on the mask in the car, covered himself with a robe, and got out of the car.

Entering through the narrow door, Ruan Mobei immediately smelled a mixed odor.The sweat and body odor of the orc slaves were mixed together, which almost took his breath away.

In the store in Sloss Market, he had never smelled a similar smell, and the orcs there were all clean.

The housekeeper whispered worriedly: "Master, why don't you go back."

"It's okay." Ruan Mobei held his breath and took a step forward.

Most of the slaves were locked in cages, and their hands and feet were bound by iron chains. Every move would affect the chains, making a metallic sound.In order to reduce the floor space and show more orcs, the cage is narrow, which is quite uncomfortable for tall orcs. They can only sit in a corner and curl up their bodies to straighten their heads.

A small number of orcs were put on display outside, chained to metal pipes to make sure they couldn't break free.

At first, the outside of the bazaar was alright. All the orcs on display were wearing clothes that could cover their bodies. Ruan Mobei followed other people who seemed to be regular customers all the way to the inside. The smell became stronger as he went in. The situation is becoming more and more... indescribable.

Clothes no longer exist on their bodies, and female slaves are not allowed to cover their bodies with their hands, allowing guests to observe their bodies in all directions, while male slaves are covered with transparent leather sheaths, tightly strangled, and forced to maintain the display. attitude.

At this time, Ruan Mobei finally understood what the female customer meant by "special needs".

Most of the powerful guests who came to the black market went straight here as soon as they entered the door, and most of the orcs wore whips on their bodies as punishment for resisting.Blood, sweat and lack of clean body odor mixed together, fermented in the cramped back alley, making it difficult to breathe.

Ruan Mobei frowned, his eyes skipped over the figures in the cage, and his ears were filled with inquiries from guests and loud scolding from bosses.

A young mongoose orc girl was touched by a guest and made a sound of panic, and was slapped by the boss next to her.

This is still in the main city, and there is such a black market, let alone other underdeveloped places, the situation will only get worse.

Ruan Mobei decided to overthrow his original idea. No matter what economic and social reasons there are, this kind of system will appear in the interstellar era, which is unreasonable, deformed and dirty.

The sound of scolding sounded from the front, accompanied by the sound of the whip waving and slapping on the back, just listening to it hurts.

Ruan Mobei heard the sound and looked around, a small group of people gathered there, not knowing what happened.

He leaned over, got closer, and heard the boss's curse: a slave had just glared at the guest who was touching him.

The orc who was whipped knelt on the ground without saying a word. As the whip fell, there were bloodstains on his back, and the smell of blood wafted out.

He hung his head, his face was covered by his messy hair, his fluffy gray ears were still bleeding, and his tail hung down behind him in messy and sticky strands.

The moment he saw the familiar figure, Ruan Mobei suddenly took a step forward.

"stop!"

The boss subconsciously stopped whipping, and the onlookers saw to him that the drooping ears of the orc kneeling on the ground moved, and his head was still bowed deeply.

Blood trickled down his back and rolled into the sand.

Ruan Mobei stepped forward, he raised the orc's chin with his hand, and saw his amber eyes, chapped lips that were bleeding, and the old scars on the high bridge of his nose.

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and said to the boss holding a long whip:

"This, I want it."

The boss immediately beamed with joy, and the housekeeper approached him in a low voice, and said, "Master..."

"It's useful for me to take him back." Ruan Mobei said. He knew that the butler was afraid that he would be impulsive. All the orcs left in the castle were carefully selected from formal channels, or paid tribute by other nobles, with pure blood. Well-bred and educated, this orc with gray ears and a tail doesn't know what's going on.

But it doesn't matter if he is impulsive. As the earth emperor on this planet, it doesn't matter even if he buys all the slaves in the black market.

Seeing that he had a lot of money, the housekeeper immediately went over to pay the money.The chain pulling the orc was handed over to Ruan Mobei, Ruan Mobei gently pulled it off, and said, "Get up."

The orc stood up immediately. It was not known whether it was because of his injury or because he had knelt on the ground for too long. The movement was a bit difficult, but he still bowed his head deeply, not daring to look at his new master who had just come out of nowhere.

"This slave was returned by his previous master. He has a bad temper. You may want more guests." The boss confirmed that the transfer on the smart bracelet had arrived, and added, "After all, he is a wolf, so fierce. Very soon, you have to break all your bones to become an obedient dog."

"Why do you want to be a dog when you can be a wolf?" Ruan Mo Beiping looked at He Songming who was covered in injuries. Although he had expected that he might be a beastman in this world, he did not expect the situation to be so miserable.

There is no need to go any further. The housekeeper took over the chain from Ruan Mobei. Of course, such things as medical examination reports and blood certificates cannot exist here. The abducted slaves may not even have a formal identity.

Walking out of the black market through the back door, Ruan Mobei took a deep breath, and his nose, which had suffered so much, was finally freed.

The scent of flowers floats by the nose, although there is a source of bloody and dirty smell around him, it is not so unbearable.

The housekeeper went to drive the carriage, and Ruan Mobei took the opportunity to unfasten the transparent leather cover fastened to the key parts of the orc, and took off his black robe to cover him.

He still had a mask on his face, and there were many people around him who also came out of the black market, and he couldn't take it off until he got in the car.

The orc's nose twitched lightly, as if trying to discern his scent.

While waiting for the butler to drive over, Ruan Mobei asked, "What's your name?"

"I don't have a name." The orc's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time.

Ruan Mobei nodded slightly, the whip wound on the orc's back was still bleeding slowly, and a small area of ​​the black robe was wet.

The butler came over quickly, and Ruan Mobei got into the car. Seeing that the orc was still standing there, he asked through the car window, "Aren't you coming up?"

The orc looked at Ruan Mobei suspiciously, and was ready to run behind the carriage.

Every time he was bought, he followed the car to his new home like this. He smelled bad and was not clean. The owners would tie the chain to the car and let him run behind. Sometimes he drove too fast. If you can't keep up, you will be dragged away.

"Come up." The curtain was lowered, covering the masked face in the window.

The orc hesitated for a moment, decided to obey his orders, and carefully got into the car.

The soles of his feet were still stained with sand and his own blood, which immediately stained the carpet in the car. The orc looked at Ruan Mobei's face and stayed silent in the corner.

Ruan Mobei was finally able to take off his mask, straightened his collar, and said to the housekeeper who was driving, "Go back."

The carriage started and drove towards the castle. Ruan Mobei poured a cup of brewed scented tea and handed it to He Songming in the corner:

"drink water?"

He Songming didn't dare to look at him. He stared at the glass of water in his hand, his Adam's apple moved, and he didn't speak.

Ruan Mobei stuffed the cup into his hand: "Drink."

After receiving the order, He Songming immediately brought the porcelain cup to his lips, and swallowed all the water in one gulp.

Ruan Mobei understood that for the current He Songming, speaking well would not be as effective as giving orders directly.

This seems to be quite obedient, how can it be returned all the time?

He poured another glass and handed it over: "Drink."

The capacity of the small porcelain cup is limited, only enough for one sip. Ruan Mobei gave him seven or eight cups of water in a row, and it was estimated that it was almost enough. He put down the cup and pushed the plate with pastries over: "Eat."

He Songming hesitated, stretched out his hand to the plate, carefully watching Ruan Mobei's expression.

He picked up the soft pastry and put it into his mouth tentatively when he saw that Ruan Mobei didn't change his mind suddenly.

He Songming was so hungry that he ate so fast that Ruan Mobei was afraid that he would choke.

His nose had adapted to the smell of blood emanating from him, Ruan Mobei leaned back in his chair and sent a message to the inspection team.

There is really no need for that black market to exist.

The city lord's previous inspections were probably just a formality, and he had never been to the store in person, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have been ignorant of the existence of a black market under his nose for so many years.

After pressing the send button, Ruan Mobei raised his head and found that He Songming had already eaten up the whole plate of pastries, and was struggling to swallow with his neck stretched.

You really choked, right?Ruan Mobei couldn't help laughing, he poured another glass of water and handed it over: "Drink."

The carriage drove to the suburbs, and the outline of the castle was faintly visible. Ruan Mobei opened the window to let the wind in, blowing away the strong smell of blood in the car.

The black robe is in the shape of a human being, and there is no place for the tail. He Songming's big tail has no place to rest, so it can only be carefully hidden behind his waist like a stick of firewood.

Ruan Mobei stared at his raised ears, which should be a sign of a good mood, after all, when he was beaten just now, his ears were hanging down.

It looks fluffy and a little touchy.

He Songming accepted all the scrutiny with a low eyebrow, not as docile as a wolf.

What is the reason for the constant return?Ruan Mobei couldn't figure it out. Could it be that he was hiding himself, and would pounce on him when others weren't paying attention, and bite his neck off?

The carriage stopped, and the butler's voice came: "Master, we're here."

Ruan Mobei got out of the car: "Come down."

He Songming obediently followed behind him. Seeing the majestic and majestic castle in front of him, he was completely stunned, and then looked at Ruan Mobei with complicated eyes.

All the people and beasts on Gunathan knew who lived in this castle. He didn't expect that the new owner who bought him would be so prominent.

The moment Ruan Mobei looked back, He Songming immediately lowered his head, not looking at him.

Once he looked at his master and was almost blinded in one eye by the other party, he learned to restrain the look in his eyes.

"Follow."

When Ruan Mobei walked into the castle, the maids had been waiting at the door to welcome him. They all looked curious when they saw him bring a male orc.

From the beauty of the castle, each has its own characteristics, and the age distribution is concentrated from 28 to [-] years old. From the maids who can form a girl group debut, it can be seen that the city lord's previous preferences are very clear.

Except for the butler, no footman could appear before his eyes.

And now, the city lord actually brought a male orc.

Ruan Mobei also knew why they were surprised. He entered the castle silently, took off his coat under the service of the maid, and raised his chin to He Songming: "Take him to clean up."

"Yes." The girls agreed with a low eyebrow, and the little girl with cat ears said to He Songming, "Please follow me."

He Songming was taken away, and the maid helped Ruan Mobei take off his coat, looking curiously at the back of the gray wolf going away, he could smell the blood and sweat on his body from a distance, and asked in a low voice: "Master, Where did you buy him?"

"There is a black market in West City. I heard about it today and went to see it." Ruan Mobei watched her unbutton her jacket one by one, always feeling uncomfortable:

"I just wanted a manservant, so I bought it. After all, it's not very convenient for your little girl to do many things at home."

The maid responded obediently: "Does the master want to keep him by his side as a personal servant?"

"Well, you teach him, he is very smart and should be able to learn it soon."

No matter what, this male wolf who was brought back suddenly successfully aroused everyone's curiosity. It is not that there are no nobles who bring male orcs who have been trained and trained, but they are all stuffed into the back kitchen courtyard by the master, which are usually invisible. place.

As time goes by, everyone knows the master's preferences, and only chooses beautiful girls to come.

When it was time to eat lunch, Ruan Mobei had eaten and went back to his room to sleep for a while. After waking up, he opened the door and saw He Songming waiting at the door.

Gray Wolf has been cleaned all over, and the smell of sweat and blood has disappeared, replaced by a faint fragrance of herbs, probably the smell from the wound on his back after applying medicine.

His hair has been trimmed, and the stubble on his chin has disappeared. The hair on the ears on the top of his head is soft and has the original light gray color. He is wearing a well-fitting deacon uniform. A wolf's tail is exposed from a special opening and hangs down naturally.

He Songming probably had a layer of skin washed off, and his whole body turned white, and he was no longer gray. He still didn't dare to look into Ruan Mobei's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Master."

The two poles are reversed, when He Songming, as a protoss, relied on being the master to do his best, he never thought that he would have such a day.

"You can just call me master." Ruan Mobei looked him over from head to toe, satisfied, "That's right, how's the injury on his back?"

"It has been dealt with."

"Okay, let's learn from others these two days, I just need a manservant." Ruan Mobei went downstairs, "Don't be too restrained here, I have a good temper."

He Songming followed closely behind him, not knowing what he should do now.

Ruan Mobei hasn't seen what the castle looks like since he came here, and walked through every place according to his memory. Every maid he met on the way stopped and bowed to him gently.

There is a room on the first floor dedicated to storing various weapons. Ruan Mobei casually took the rifle hanging on the wall, loaded it skillfully, aimed at the target on the other wall, and lightly pressed his finger on the trigger.

The secret door leading to the bunker is in the weapon room. In the bunker is the holy gun Longinus, which brought the power and status of the castellan. No one knows the exact location of the bunker except the steward and him.

Ruan Mobei looked at the wall where the secret door was hidden, and his premonition told him that sooner or later, the holy gun would be stolen or robbed.

But it's useless to worry about it now, if it's the direction of the plot, no matter how well prepared he is, he won't be able to stop it.

Ruan Mobei changed to another submachine gun with a more refined shape. The thermal weapons of the interstellar era have also been greatly improved compared to before. In addition to bullets, they can also be loaded with energy magazines. While improving power and range, the existence of recoil is almost completely eliminated.

But Ruan Mobei still likes to use bullets. He enjoys the sound of gunpowder exploding, the recoil caused by flying bullets, and the smell of burning in the air, which really stimulates the senses.

He finally found something to kill his time.

Ruan Mobei took the gun and went straight to the shooting range in the backyard.

He loaded the brand-new magazine and knelt on one knee behind the half-bunker.

The first time I remember shooting a gun was when I faced a black bear in the jungle. The bullet passed under He Songming's arm and hit one of the black bear's eyes.

Ruan Mobei narrowed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

The bullets poured out, and in just a few seconds, the magazines of the [-] rounds of the charging gun were emptied, and the upper body of the target [-] meters away was smashed, and not a single shot was empty.

The rate of fire is a bit too fast, not fun, Ruan Mobei threw the assault gun aside, went back and took a sniper gun, when the heavy weight was on his hand, Ruan Mobei was sure that it was it .

He fired nearly [-] rounds in standing, squatting and prone positions, and did not stop until it was dark.

There were scattered bullet casings all over the ground, and his shoulders and arms were a little numb. Ruan Mobei shook his hands and put the gun aside, and someone will come to clean it up later.

He Songming brought the water glass, he seemed very nervous, and his hands were a little unsteady.His nails were black. Ruan Mobei originally thought it was a stain, but now he realized that it was the bruise left by his nails being trampled heavily.

When Ruan Mobei was playing basketball, his toenails were stepped on and turned black, and it hurt for a long time. Later, the entire nail cap fell off, and it took a long time to grow back.

"Here, how did you do it?"

"It's okay." He Songming subconsciously hid his hands behind his back. He forgot that he was still holding water in his hand, and the cold water splashed on Ruan Mobei's hand.

the fat is in the fire.

He Songming was taken aback. He closed his eyes and tensed up, waiting for the pain and scolding to come.

Ruan Mobei: ……………

The tail behind the gray wolf stood up nervously, and its ears were hanging down tightly against the top of its head.

Ruan Mobei sighed, shook off the ice water on the back of his hand, and forcibly pulled He Songming's hand from behind: "How did you do it?"

The moment Ruan Mobei touched him, He Songming trembled all over. He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "The previous master stepped on it."

Sure enough, it was exactly what he thought, Ruan Mobei sighed: "Go to the hospital to have a look at it some other day, ten fingers are connected to the heart, it will hurt for a long time if it is not done well."

He turned around, and the cat-eared maid who had been waiting for a long time held a handkerchief and stood on tiptoe to wipe the sweat off his forehead and neck: "Master, it's time for dinner."

"Understood." Ruan Mobei took the handkerchief from her and wiped it himself. He was really not used to being served like this, and it's not that he has no hands and feet.

This matter was revealed in this way, the wolf's head clenched tightly, and he looked at Ruan Mobei blankly. The beating and scolding he had endured at the hands of those former masters and black market bosses made him feel that everything should be like this, so... normal Can the relationship between master and slave be eased like this?

Ruan Mobei walked towards the main castle, and the werewolf hurriedly followed, and heard a lazy voice from ahead: "By the way, you don't have a name yet."

"Back to the master, yes."

"From then on, you'll be called He Songming." Ruan Mobei said calmly without looking back, "I'll teach you how to write these three characters someday. Let's eat first."

He Songming.The werewolf silently repeated the familiar name several times, as if he had used it for a long time.

Every time he handled a master in the past, he would have a new name. When he was sent back to the slave boss for various reasons, the original name would be invalidated.

Sometimes he is not familiar with himself, so he has to face a new owner and a new name.

How long will this name follow him?

Ruan Mobei didn't know that He Songming had thought so much in silence. He went back to the house and changed his clothes. The original clothes smelled of gunpowder.

The dinner was quite sumptuous. The butler told him about tomorrow's itinerary. Ruan Mobei listened silently. He would meet some nobles tomorrow. With scattered memories to help, there shouldn't be too many mistakes.

Ruan Mobei actually wanted more free time to teach He Songming some things. The slaves who came out of that kind of black market should not have even received the most basic education, let alone literacy.

He should at least teach He Songming how to write his name.

He glanced at He Songming who was waiting behind him with downcast eyes. The other party's words at the end of the last world made him think that both sides would have memories this time, but now it seems that is not the case.

He Songming didn't know him, he was really from the perspective of a slave and treated him as a master.

Does the memory need to be activated a little bit?He Songming in the previous world didn't seem to have all the memories from the beginning.

Ruan Mobei is not in a hurry, he has long been used to approaching strangers step by step, and he doesn't care about doing it again.

After dinner, Ruan Mobei went upstairs to the study. After all, he is the speaker of a planet, and he has a lot of business to deal with every day.

With the help of memory, it's not too difficult, but there are a little too many things, and it's almost eleven o'clock when I read them all.

The last one was sent by the inspection team. After Ruan Mobei sent them a message in the morning, they raided the slave market in the west city in the afternoon and arrested the bosses who were selling illegally.

Sure enough, as Ruan Mobei expected, all the slaves did not have formal identification documents, and it is unknown where they abducted them.

To be honest, this city owner did a good job, but because there are too many things in normal times, there are many dark corners that cannot be seen, it seems that the scope of "private visits on micro-services" will be expanded in the future.

There are policies and countermeasures for many things. He investigated and dealt with a black market, and there will be many more black markets. As long as the demand continues, it will not disappear for a day.

He invited the maid who wanted to undress him out of the bathroom, and after taking a shower, Ruan Mobei went back to his room, planning to sleep.

This morning I searched and found He Songming, practiced guns at the shooting range in the afternoon, and dealt with official duties at night, both physically and mentally exhausted, Ruan Mobei rubbed his forehead and lay down on the bed.

He had ordered the sheets to be replaced with cotton ones, and the temperature inside the quilt was just right, making it very comfortable. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly touched something fluffy.

He froze for a moment, and threw off the quilt.

The little tabby cat girl was lying under his quilt, and the fluff that Ruan Mobei touched just now was her ear.

Ruan Mobei finally understood why the bed was so warm.

The quilt was suddenly thrown back, and the two people who were equally terrified looked at each other. After a while, the little girl asked in a low voice, crying: "Master, master, is there something I haven't done well enough?"

She was wearing a nightgown, and her tail, which was nowhere to rest, revealed her nervousness. It was obvious that she had to do more than simply warm the bed.

Ruan Mobei was silent for a while: "No, it's very warm, you go back first, I'll just sleep alone."

"But, but..."

"It's okay, I'm really not angry, and there's nothing I'm dissatisfied with." Ruan Mobei reached out and grabbed her wrist, invited her to the bed as gently as possible, and adjusted the hem of her nightgown, "Hey, go back Go ahead, tell others that you don’t need to warm my bed anymore.”

The little girl walked away whimpering, firmly thinking that she had done something wrong, which made Ruan Mobei angry.

Ruan Mobei sat on the bed and rubbed his face vigorously.

That's a cat girl!Not to mention men, there is no human who doesn't like girls with cat ears, no way no way!

But he already has He Songming in his heart, no matter how cute the other party is, he has nothing to do with him.

Ruan Mobei lay under the quilt, and before he could rest for a while, he heard a light knock on the door.

what happened again!It also keeps people from sleeping!

"master."

He Songming came in quietly. He was barefoot and dressed in unlined clothing. He had obviously just been dragged out of the bed.

The werewolf arrived at the bedside and knelt on the carpet. He looked at the shocked Ruan Mobei on the bed, his amber eyes reflected light in the dimness, and said softly:

"I'll sleep with you."