[Quick Transmigration] Deliberately induced

Once defeated, the country is completely over.

A large group of soldiers will break into the homes of the people and carry out the brutal atrocities to the end in the name of cleaning up the heretics.

Crying, screaming, wailing... and sharp laughter, all at once.

All kinds of dirt, such as bloodstained corpses, painted the streets.

Different from previous worlds, people in this time period are still very barbaric.

Strength is everything.

However, it is much simpler this way.

"If you don't want him to die in the next moment, put down your weapons!"

Holding a knife, the boy with a frosty face threateningly compared his neck, which was more fleshy than the uncle's.

The surrounding cavalry could only look at the hijacked knight leader helpless.

"Boy, don't, don't act rashly..."

At this moment, a deep male voice appeared.

"Yo, what happened?"

As soon as the words fell, General Wanqichang stepped into the hut.

"My dear Captain Finns, what's the matter?"

"Master Deklin, I..."

"To shut up."

The knife cut lightly, and the blood dripped out.

"Get them all out."

"Ah, this attitude is not acceptable."

Still smiling, the general looked at this young enemy.

"You are so skilled and qualified for your age, why didn't you join your country's army?"

"Didn't so many of you see it? I'm blind."

Raising his head amusingly, the boy revealed dull pupils.

"Even if not, it's impossible for me to be a pawn for nobles to use."

The man's answer was unexpected.

"great."

"...?!"

Unbelievably feeling the warm liquid splashed on his body, he reacted quickly and threw away the dead body of the hostage.

But this shock directly caused the speed of dodging not to be fast enough.

Then he was strangled by the throat with strong fingers.

"Ugh...!"

Instantly lost consciousness.

The eyes fell into darkness.

>>>>

Let the king of the Samic country step down.

Then, let's use this Mr. De Kelinwan, who seems to have good ambitions.

Temporarily dismantling the wrist joints, freeing myself from the crude knots, and reattaching them painfully.

Can feel the humidity in the air, it seems that this room is underground.

"Crack!" "Crack!" "Crack!"

Applause sounded.

"Wow, you're quite capable, little guy."

Turning around to face the man who had been waiting, the boy had no expression on his face.

"...What exactly is your purpose?"

"You are a good talent, it would be a pity to waste it."

As it should be, the other party's smile remained unchanged.

"I just want to get a child who is worth nurturing."

"Compared to those fanatical orthodox believers, you are surprisingly easy to talk about."

Pretending to struggle in his heart to no avail, he finally gave up resistance.

"Although I don't want to accept it, but under the current situation, I don't seem to have the conditions to choose."

"I'm glad you're so sensible."

The curvature of the man's mouth widened.

"I am Deklin Braunwinga, your future master."

"I am Vincent Tarla, your future slave."

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