The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

When the man entered the door for the second time, he was holding some cloth clothes in his right hand, and holding a wide wooden barrel in his left hand, which was big enough for an adult of ordinary size to sit in it.

The bucket was seventy percent full of water, smoking, and quite heavy.But the man didn't blush or pant, his steps were steady, and the water in the bucket didn't make big waves, which showed that the hug was steady and easy all the way.

Pound drank the last sip of soup, silently remembering what he saw in front of him.

Even his original specially trained body was not half as strong as a man's.

Those muscles are really not decorations. I don't know if everyone in this world can have this ability, or is it because this man is a so-called "Northern nation"?That race is said to be tall and strong, with infinite strength and strong anti-magic ability, but generally unable to master elemental magic?

The man bent down to put down the wooden bucket, put the clothes on the table next to him, turned his head and said, "The water is here, you wash it. The clothes are here, you have to go after washing."

Facing the gloomy face of the man, Pound felt a gaze gliding around his naked upper body, and secretly became vigilant, "Let's go? Where are you going?" While speaking, Pound's gaze skipped over the man's neck place.

"Leave the city, go to Fangsuo City in the east, Lesi is waiting for us there," the man straightened up, and took a step closer, feeling more oppressed, "Can you get out of bed?"

"...Yes. Do you want me to go with you?" Pound lowered his eyes, pretending to retreat, and moved his gaze to the man's waist quietly. "I used to have a job here..."

There is a dagger pinned to the man's waist. The leather wrapped around the handle is somewhat damaged. It looks like it has been used a lot. It is reasonable to speculate that it should be very easy to draw, and the best angle to draw the knife is...

"But, since we are all..." The answering voice was a little uncertain, "I have to take you away."

As soon as Pound heard something wrong, his attention returned to the man's face, and he was surprised to find that the man was looking at him with a vicious gaze, because the movement of scratching his head seemed to reveal an embarrassment that had nothing to do with viciousness?

Pound doubted what he saw, took a closer look, and paused the plan of getting the dagger into the man's neck, and asked tentatively, "What do we do?"

"We all, that's it..." The man blushed as expected, and the scar on his face became a bit hideous, but Pang De could see some awkwardness from it.That really doesn't fit the man's face.

Among the brothers, there are quite a lot of menacing looks, and the expressions on such looks are easy to be misunderstood without a few glances.

Pound stared for a while, then suddenly asked, "How much did you pay to get me?"

"...1000 gold coins. The steward here said to use you to pay for the mission. You are a magician, so it must be a good deal. I will change it." The man lowered his head while talking, pretending to be busy from the pile he brought A clean towel was picked out of the cloth.

1000 gold coins?That was equivalent to the ten-year salary of the handyman Lord was looking for.

But judging from the price of a magic pattern, the man got a magic pattern servant at almost one-twentieth of the low price.

"It's really cheap," Pound sighed secretly in his heart that Lord's savings were far from enough.

"It's not cheap. I don't know. We don't have servants like you in the north. He said you can magic, so I want it. Our team lacks a magic envoy." The man bent down and wet the towel in his hand, twisted it carefully, Handed it over, "Wipe your face?"

"Are you talking about the mercenary team? You have a team?" Pound took it, wiped his face, and found some traces of paint on the towel. Pound vaguely remembered that he seemed to have put on some camouflage.

The man nodded, seeing Pang De wiped his face, he was stunned again, and said after a while, "Then...you are an earth type, at least you can detoxify, the miasma in the wild is very troublesome with snakes and beasts," and pointed at Pang The food plate in front of De's eyes, "Are you full?" he asked.

Pound nodded, and the man picked up the plate, swept the remaining meat into his mouth, and wiped his mouth.

Pound was stunned for a moment. There was a huge gap between this person's appearance and actions, and he continued to ask, "So you want me to go on a mercenary mission with you?" But Lord actually couldn't even detoxify.

"Well," the man's fierce facial features became uncomfortable again later, "but now we all, naturally..."

"So what?" Pound asked again.For me, that's the point.

They rolled together last night because of the aphrodisiac.

But even though he was madly pestering this person because of his medicinal properties (he was thrown into this person's room), with this person's strength, he could easily push himself away.If he really didn't want to, nothing would happen between them.

But the bed sheet was finally finished rolling; last night, he did it more than once or twice, I don't know if this person also intends to treat himself as a plaything, or was he also drugged last night?Lord's memory was blurred after the drug-induced seizure was sent into this room.

If it was the former, he should have killed the big guy in front of him while he was unprepared, ran away after searching for money, and regardless of what would happen to the magic pattern of the dead master, he would take one step at a time.

But if it was the latter, Pound thought he could put aside what happened last night and join this man's mercenary team to rush outside.After all, Pang De really didn't want to go back to the old way, and live a life of killing people, robbing people and hiding in Tibet.As long as this person doesn't plan to rely on the magic pattern to trample himself under his feet and manipulate him like an ant, he can stand up to this ghost thing, hang around with this person for a while, and slowly find a way to get rid of the magic pattern.

While thinking this way, the man's rough voice brought Pound back to reality.

"Wolf...the wolf god said you can't be promiscuous, I, we are not from the south, I will take you home!"

Pound frowned slightly, not quite understanding, "Go home?"

"Although, although it was a mistake to drink, but I have done what I have to do, I have to take you back to the north!" The man said rudely, and the original hesitation was swept away, "Brother asked me to come out and find a woman by the way, now Not bad, you are more beautiful than women."

This sentence made Pound's expression sink, and he almost threw a punch.But at this moment, the man actually took a step forward and lifted Pound from the bed with one hand, "Let me help you." Pound was startled, and barely resisted the desire to fight back. He hadn't found one yet. Time to kill.

After the man picked up Pound, he easily put him into the barrel. He grabbed the cloth towel in Pound's hand, knelt down and began to brush Pound's back.Pound froze in the water, letting himself be manipulated.But the man's strength was a bit too strong, and Pound's fair skin was flushed red. Pound tried to let himself out, but he apologized repeatedly, and his men's strength was much lighter.

...so, what's going on here?

Treat yourself as a woman... Do you mean treat yourself like a plaything?A toy to take home?

Pound didn't show it on the surface, but he couldn't help frowning in his heart.Sure enough, do we still have to go the old way?

But the man continued, "You, don't be afraid of me. I just have fierce looks and scars. I know that women are afraid when they look at it." His hands were busy rubbing Pound's lower waist, his face was a little dark red, " You’re fine, you’re not trembling, the big brother said you’re going to look for someone like this when you get an account.”

"'Jiehu'?" Pound didn't recognize the word.

"Oh, you southerners don't know. In the north, finding a woman is called marriage, and finding a man is called Jiehu," the man scrubbed Pound's calf and toes, and then smiled flatteringly. "Is there also in the south?"

The corner of Pound's eyes twitched, "You want to 'make an account' with me?"

The man nodded his head naturally, "The steward said that you have no solution to the magic pattern, and you have to recognize the master for the rest of your life. Yesterday we..., don't worry, I will treat you well."

Pound stared at the man's expression, trying to find a trace of falsehood.

But he couldn't find it, if it wasn't that this person was really stupid, or he was so powerful that he couldn't even see it.

"Lend me the dagger." Pound said suddenly.

The man was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"Short your hair," Pound replied.His hair now falls below his shoulders.

The man tilted his head and glanced, "I think it's pretty," but he still pulled out the dagger from his waist and handed it to Pound.

Pound took it with a blank expression, "It's too troublesome to tidy up," and then he grabbed the back of the head with his left hand and swiped lightly with his right hand, and the shoulder-length hair was cut off neatly.

Pound touched the dagger, raised his eyes and said, "It's quite sharp," and gave it to me like this?

The man showed a happy expression, "You like to give it to you," and then thought of something, touched the ring on his left hand, and a small round iron box suddenly appeared in the heart of his right hand, "This is medicine, you... Well, if it hurts, you can wipe some." After speaking, her face turned red again.

Pound lowered his eyes and took the medicine, "Thank you," but the other hand holding the dagger loosened and tightened.

kill?Or not to kill?

If you kill them, you have to start fleeing again; it is still a crime to kill civilians in the empire, except for nobles.I'm new here, I have no money, no power, I don't know anything, the risk is too great.But if he didn't kill him, this person seemed to be thinking about his ass.With the magic pattern, I can't escape anywhere.

So, can a scholar be killed but not humiliated? ...No, in the previous life, this sentence was just an excuse used by Brother Ming to expand his territory.

Pang De didn't think Brother Ming had the kind of character that couldn't be trampled on, and he wasn't much better. The question was just a choice, which ones to trade for?Is it a benefit or a brother?Always.

After thinking about it, Pound decided to make the last test.

"It's not good to be a partner, you are too big," Pound glanced across the man's legs, "If you do it again, you will die."

The genuine ones have indeed died once.

The man didn't expect this topic, his face was red and noisy, "Yes, it will be fine...Aren't you still young...?"

Pound stood up from the water with a "swipe", and faced the man naked, "You want to wait?"

"Wait...what are you waiting for?" The white and perfect body in front of him made the man's breathing stall, and his muscles tensed a lot.

"Wait for three years, and we will be together after three years," Pound put one hand on the man's chin; also the neck, "otherwise it's better to be killed by the magic pattern than to be fucked to death."

The man was shocked by Pang De's shock, his mouth opened, he hummed for a while and answered, "...Okay. Three years!"

Pound slightly relaxed the dagger he had been holding tightly.So far, the man's personality seems to be quite honest.Even if the man is proved to be false in the future, next time Pang De will not hesitate to take this man's life.And with three years, there are many things that can be done, and Pound thinks that he will always find another way to solve it.

After thinking about it, Pound slowly sat back on the barrel, "Your name?"

"Funk," the man leaned over with a towel, "Funk Volrick."

Pound didn't turn down the funk scrub.

"Pound."