Before he was crowned king II

The focused lights on the stage were dazzlingly bright, and Kaisen maintained a dull and absent expression.

After listening to a meal of groundless abuse and humiliation on the stage, he was dragged back into the cage like a birdcage again.

Several people wearing soldier armor waved slender whips and cracked the iron chains. Some of the same kind around them were trembling, some burst into tears, and some were insensitive. Kaisen adjusted his sitting posture and tried to avoid whip The rope struck the still-healing wound.He took a deep breath, feeling that he was in a cruel purgatory.

"Okay! Kill them demons!"

"A group of domestic animals! How dare you provoke us, Saint Via!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

The cheers of the Sanvia audience came from all directions, and the thunderous applause almost lifted the dome of the entire theater.

The sound of the whip stopped suddenly, and the man playing the role of a saint continued to use words to stir up the emotions of the spectators present.

"Great citizens! Exercising your right to adjudicate evil, use the "Queen's Grace" to sanction and purify these fallen souls! "

Kaisen frowned and felt something hit his back. He lowered his head and found that it was a gold coin engraved with a woman's head.

Almost at the same time, more than a dozen silver or gold coins swarmed and smashed at him. I don't know what happened. The prison was suddenly washed by a violent "money hail".

"Quickly get down and beg for mercy." A slave reminded him hoarsely, "This will end sooner."

Kaisen was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the "money hailstorm" he was experiencing now was the means used by the saint to "sanction and purify the souls of citizens".

He gritted his teeth, bent his back like the same kind around him, and humbly begged for mercy in the iron prison.

Has nothing to do with dignity,? Has nothing to do with surrender, he must first let himself live.

Kaysen had no hope of surviving when he scaled the gray wall.In order to meet the time requirement mentioned by the man,? In order to successfully complete the assassination mission, he awakened the beast blood in his body, and entered a state of "madness" that can only be mastered by a few sub-orcs. Soon suffered the backlash of "madness", and became extremely weak.

So, under the siege of several soldiers, he was shot down and fell into the rushing river.

He believed that he was bound to die, who would have thought that he would regain consciousness the night before, and when he woke up, he wasn't even in this prison, but on a clean and comfortable bed.

He almost thought he was dreaming, because the surrounding environment was so peaceful that it couldn't connect with the stormy afternoon in his memory.

Later, he gradually realized that the location he was in was a theater in the city of St. Viadu, and it was the owner of the theater who picked him up.

However, the other party was willing to treat and take him in, not because of his kindness, but because he valued the value of his skin.

In the words of one of the managers: "A sub-orc man with a strong body can arouse the desire to commit violence. Many nobles have this habit. With your appearance and rare animal ears, after showing your face on stage, If someone competes, it is possible to sell hundreds of gold coins if you are lucky."

After hearing these words, his self-esteem was broken into scum, and he was very ashamed and angry.

This was the first time that he was judged as if he was a commodity, and it was also the first time that he knew that in the eyes of these people, his value was only a hundred gold coins.

He swore that if he had any strength to resist at that time, he would definitely tear the guy in front of him to pieces.

It's a pity that these guys are obviously experienced in dealing with suborcs, and they are extremely thoughtful. They not only forcibly pulled out all his nails and fangs when he was unconscious, but also injected special medicine into his body every day to keep him vulnerable The powerless state did not give him any chance to resist and escape.

This was an almost desperate situation, but he managed to save his life and was unwilling to give up.

And after being locked in this prison, he even began to hope that someone could buy him away.

As long as you leave this theater, there is still hope of freedom.

All of the above are Kaisen’s self-deceitful self-encouragement, in order to prevent his independent spiritual will from collapsing or being assimilated.

In fact, he understands better than anyone else that the possibility of escaping is infinitely close to zero.He has no ability to protect himself now, and he is really in a mess, not to mention that he is in trouble in the capital of Saint Via, which is the lair of the evil spirits of the empire!

The red velvet curtain on the stage fell slowly, and the fascinating theatrical performance also had a perfect curtain call. Many audiences still had some unfinished business, and they stopped and talked with each other and refused to leave.

Sean followed Mars off the railing of the stands.

"It feels like I screwed up my first date out," Mars sighed. "It's all because of my whim."

"I don't think tonight is that bad." Sean reassured, "The drama performance is not bad."

"Really? You had no expression on your face the whole time."

"Your Highness, you didn't shout as excitedly as the other spectators."

"I'm not interested in bullying the weak, even if the opponent is a sub-orc." Mars spread his hands, "My upbringing prevents me from appreciating these."

"As a servant, the taste should naturally be consistent with that of the master." Sean smiled and said gently, "It's the same as a lover."

Mars also laughed, he stopped for half a step, and walked side by side with the people around him: "Next time, it's better to change to a theater, I heard that there will be someone playing me in the small theater outside the gray wall. "

"Playing you? Probably not too similar."

"Of course, it should be very difficult for them to imitate me."

The two walked down the stairs talking and laughing, and at the corner of the second floor, someone called out to them.

"Oh, Your Highness Mars, it's a great honor, I didn't expect to meet you here."

The man was wearing a stately embroidered court dress, stockings, and short leather boots, with a happy expression on his wrinkled face.

"Reid Tax Officer." Mars recognized the other party's identity, "Did you come with Inst?"

"Yes, Lord Inst is playing cards with other adults in the next room."

The Rhett tax collector turned his attention to the young man next to Prince Mars, "Who is this?"

Mars was slightly taken aback. He looked at the blond-haired young man, and was about to speak when the other party had already respectfully saluted the tax officer Rhett.

"Sean Miller, Prince Mars' attendant. It's an honor to meet you, Rhett tax collector." Sean naturally walked down the steps and introduced himself after standing on the flat ground.

As for being so respectful?You don't need to be so perfect to everyone.

Even if you are a servant of the common people, you are also the servant of the future heir of the empire. This is obviously an honor that ordinary nobles cannot get!

Mars frowned slightly, feeling inexplicably complicated.In the past, he was most satisfied with Sean's impeccable behavior, but now he doesn't like the way the other party abides by the rules and salutes everyone.

From the bottom of his heart, he hoped that the other party would be "proud of being favored" sometimes.

"Your Highness Mars, the Rhett tax collector invites you to play cards with them." Sean turned around and said, "I'll be waiting for you in the carriage."

Did he say he wanted these people to play cards?Why do I feel that I would rather be in a room with a group of half-dead old men than the two of them together?

"Okay." Mars said blankly, "Go back to the academy first, there is no need to wait."

"Yes..." Sean stood at the corner of the stairs, watched His Royal Highness and the tax collector Rhett until they were far away, and then he walked down the stairs to the first floor of the theater.

"Lord Sean." Beside the stone pillar in the theater hall, a man dressed as a young butler walked towards him with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Lin." Sean stopped, and it was Duke Oscar's butler Lin Lin who was talking to him.

"I was sent by the Duke to assist you. In a while, I will go to the theater to bid for the sub-orc man you designated." Lin Lin held a black suitcase in his hand.

"Thank you for making a special trip here. I originally thought that I would not be able to spare time to deal with this matter, so I asked Duke Oscar." Sean said.

"Everyone is for God." Lin Lin raised his right hand, "Then you want to go with me now?"

Sean hesitated for a moment. He and Kaisen had met in the academy before, and the other party might recognize him.

It is not a good choice to use this identity to help, so he does not intend to reveal this now.

"Don't worry, because the privacy of the bidder is involved, the whole bidding process will not be revealed."

Lin Lin seemed to see Sean's concern, "The theater distributes different animal masks to everyone."

"What kind of animal am I?" In the lounge, Sean looked at the mask in his hand, "It looks like a piece of bark."

"It should be a hawk, a kind of bird that is very good at camouflage. When standing on a tree, almost no one can spot them."

Lin Lin smiled and said, "If you mind, I can exchange the rabbit's with you."

"I don't think so, this mask is still suitable for me." Sean put on the Harrier Eagle mask that half covered his face, holding the black bronzing invitation that Lin Lin had prepared for him in advance.

"This way, please..." In the corridor, the servants in the theatrical theater graciously guided them, and led them into a very hidden room.

As soon as he opened the door, Sean smelled the sweet smell of "Radelle".

"Please take a seat, the auction will begin immediately."

"Please understand, our adults don't want to wait too long." Lin Lin handed the guide a gold coin, and the other party took it and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, the item you fancy has already been placed first."

The auction room was so luxuriously furnished that even their feet were covered with extremely precious fine woolen patterned carpets.

The space is not particularly spacious, and it can be said to be pitifully small compared to the theater just now.

But because there were only a dozen or so people participating in the auction, it wasn't too crowded to sit down.

"Dude, is this male rabbit behind you for sale?" It took a few seconds for Sean to realize that someone was talking to him.

"Do you sell male rabbits? I like this." A middle-aged man wearing a lion mask raised his chin at him diagonally in front of him.

Sean leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his fingers, and looked at the other party with no emotion: "I also want to ask, is your castration for sale? I don't like it, but I really want to buy it."

"What are you talking about? Bastard!" He was the only one wearing a lion mask nearby, and he could hear the humiliation in the words.

Lin Lin let out a chuckle from behind: "Master, I'm afraid this is not possible. I heard that castrated lions cannot be sold again, because they are no longer valuable."

"Really? It's a pity..." Sean raised the corner of his mouth, expressing regret.

"You! Damn bastard!" The man seemed to want to come over to provoke, but at this moment the bell rang and the auction just started, so the other party could only sit down first, and said harsh words to Sean, "You are absolutely dead! Tonight I will never let you take anything."

"Gentlemen, I am the auctioneer this time. The auction will start soon. Please believe that each item is a unique treasure. Now, let's take a look at the first item at the opening."

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