Chapter 346： 　 Paradise

The place where Roger is, is a manor called "Paradise". It is located on the east side of Violet Harbor, facing the No. 3 Pier. The paradise is separated from the outside by a wall made of earth and rocks, surrounded by guard towers, guarded by guards throughout the day. In addition to a three-story main building, the park also has facilities such as dungeons, slave sheds, guard quarters, and training grounds.

This place is called Paradise, but in fact, it is a **** of slaves. Every day there are slaves receiving various trainings here. Roger has a group of people who specialize in training slaves. They use various methods to train the slaves to be subdued and then transport them to other places for sale.

Of course, ordinary slaves can't enter Paradise. Only female slaves and war slaves have this kind of "preferential treatment."

It was noon, and as the weather got hotter, the fireball on that day became more and more vicious. The faint smell of sea breeze blowing from the direction of the strait made the guards hiding in the shade of the guard tower sleepy.

A guard with a dark complexion and three layers of fat on his stomach yawned, and started smoking a cigarette in a listless manner. The colleague next to me laughed and cursed: "Fatty man, who spent the night on which woman's belly again last night. Seeing you like this, it must be exhausted."

The fat man chuckled and said, "Don't tell me, those women on the dock are really nasty. I did three of them last night and I was almost exhausted."

Naturally, there are women in the Violet Harbor who are engaged in special trades, and these people are also divided into three, six or nine classes. Among these women, the women on the dock are the cheapest. As long as they have money, they can use the floor as a bed. Of course, those who patronize them are low-level guards like the fat man in front of them, or people who are engaged in low-paying jobs.

Those who have a little money in their pockets are not willing to patronize that kind of woman. Because they are very dirty, there are not many diseases on their bodies.

The fat man's colleague immediately frowned and said, "You dare to touch the women there, fat man, be careful that your words will be useless in the future."

"Go ahead, don't curse me, Fat Master, I'm fine."

The two cursed each other, something flashed from the corner of Fatty's eyes. It was bright, and it stung his eyes. He squinted his eyes and saw that under the bright sun, someone was walking towards the paradise. It was a silver-haired boy, with flowing silver and shiny hair reflecting the sunlight, like flying flames.

The fat man frowned. The boy was a raw face and didn't know what he was doing in the paradise. He threw away the inferior cigarettes, stomped the cigarette butts into the sand with his bare feet, and carried the rifle up: "Hey, kid. This is a private place, leave quickly."

The boy showed a bright smile and said, "I'm here to find Mr. Roger."

"Are you looking for Mr. Roger?" The fat man said with a smile: "Is there an appointment? If not, bring the famous post and add 5 gold coins. I promise it will appear in Mr. Roger's office as soon as possible. On the table."

"There is no appointment, but I brought the famous post. It's just that I probably have to send this famous post by myself to impress Mr. Roger." The teenager took a black iron leader from his back. Xia, said with a smile on the ground.

Another guard came over and stood with the fat man and said, "If you don't have any posts, don't make trouble. The fat man is in a good mood today and didn't care about you. Otherwise, you have to be careful of your ass/eyes."

"Who said I don't have a post, look, it is." The boy slapped the black box, and the box slid open. What slid out was a rough black knife, and he drew it and shook it.

The two guards finally knew that the boy was here to fight trouble, and the fat man grinned and said, "You are looking for death!"

He raised his rifle, intending to make the boy's head bloom. However, as soon as he moved his hand, a black tide hit his face. The fat man suddenly felt that he was so clumsy, and the rifle that he usually lifted at once was slowly lifted up like a snail. However, the dark tide in front of us was coming violently. When it first came, it was just a black wave, but in a moment, it turned into a monstrous sea wall!

The fat man felt that his soul would also be submerged in the black ocean waves, and he didn't even have time to release the scream in his mouth. The picture in the line of sight is divided into two, and there is darkness like an abyss in the middle.

The guard standing next to him sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the fat man whose head was almost split with a stab at his feet. The fat man's body was still staring with round eyes, and red and white flowed out from the split head. The guard wanted to scream, but in the end it turned into a hysterical cry.

Allen carried Qianjun and walked into the gate of the paradise. The fat man died too fast, and the shot failed. The people in the paradise still don't know what happened at the gate. It wasn't until Allen left for a moment that a team of guards passed by with a joke. Seeing the **** heavy knife in Allen's hand, he shouted and fired.

After Ellen flashed to a slave shed next to him, the guard's bullet hit the wall in vain. After a round of shooting, they ran behind the wall with their guns, and suddenly Allen flashed out, the heavy knife brought a dignified black light and swept it out. A sharp whistling sound suddenly sounded, the point of the knife pointed, the air wave emptied, and the dust and smoke lifted up like wings spread. On the wingtips, there were a few human bodies that were lifted by the blade wind, all of them twisted and died before landing.

Looking up, another guard ran over in the front guard dormitory. A mark suddenly appeared on Allen's forehead, and the heavy knife was immediately caught by the fire dragon. He was holding a knife into the ground, and there were three pale red rays of light flashing in a place ten meters away.

The guards rushing forward did not notice the changes on the ground. When they stepped into the red light area, three thick/black fire dragons rushed up from the ground, and the guards were blown out of recognition. Even the impact of the air current knocked the guard behind him torso.

Allen smiled slightly, mentioned the remaining flames passing by the "flame rush", and slammed into the guard who was suspicious in the rear. He pointed it with a heavy knife, and the human body was thrown down, and no one could stop him.

"What happened?"

In a luxuriously decorated bedroom, Roger jumped up from the soft big bed. He was tall and thin, his hair was darker to gray, and his goatee made him look rather gloomy. In the dim bedroom, Roger's eyes flashed with light blue fluorescence like a coyote. He rushed to the window and opened the screen, just in time to see a ball of flame exploding on the training ground in front of the main building.

There were numerous small explosions on the training ground, and the exploded fireball left a straight track in the field. The track came straight to the main building, making Roger very uncomfortable. Roger couldn't help but yelled: "Jeraf, don't you hurry up and see, which **** dares to destroy my paradise like this!"

"Yes, sir." A deep voice responded outside the door.

The heavy knife pulled out a black flash like a banner, and shot several guards flying, leaving the road leading to the main building empty. Allen slung the knife on his shoulder and scanned the audience. Most of the forty or fifty guards in Roger’s paradise lay down. Those who were still standing only dared to point their guns at Allen from a distance, but no one Dare to shoot easily, for fear of provoke this evil star.

At this time, a person walked out of the main building's gate and saw that man, the guards obviously felt relieved. Allen looked at him. This man in his thirties was wearing clothes and pants dyed with bright flowers, a straw hat, and an unusually slender sword in his hand. This sword is almost as tall as others, with a handle of 30 cm, which can be grasped with both hands.

The style is a bit like a two-handed giant sword, but the body of the sword is slender like a one-handed sword, and the blade has a slight curvature at the front, instead of being straight like a normal long sword.

This should be a purpose-built sword. Since you can use a special style weapon, you should have a profound knowledge in this sword.

When the fancy-dressed man saw Alan, his eyes narrowed slightly and his eyes gradually became sharp: "This is a private place. Your Excellency broke in without permission, I'm afraid I can't go out completely."

"I don't think so. After all, I just came to visit Mr. Roger. It's just a waste of time that Mr. Roger has to make an appointment and hand over famous posts. I can only use this knife as a post and pass it up by myself. I want to have a nice chat with Mr. Roger." Allen said with a bright smile.

The man nodded: "I am Mr. Roger's personal guard, Jeraf. If you want to see Mr. Roger, you have to ask me first!"

With the soles of his feet resting on the ground, Jeraf dragged his sword swiftly. The long sword dragged all the dust on the sand, but it was also full of momentum. Allen put away his smile, pointed the knife slightly forward, and the blade continued to make subtle adjustments, so Jeraf found that no matter how he adjusted the angle of the charge, Allen's blade aura always enveloped him, and he was secretly surprised.

In a blink of an eye, Geralf was already close, and when Alan was about two meters away, his toes pressed into the sand. Jeraf stopped suddenly, moving and quietly A wave of air was generated out of thin air, blowing Alan's hair straight. The sword that was dragging behind him flicked up, using Geraf's body as the axis, and pulled out a semicircular cold light across Alan's waist.

Alan slammed his sword, and amid the loud clashes, sparks splashed where the swords collided. Allengar was holding the opponent's long sword, leaning forward, and pushing the heavy sword all the way, wiping a series of sparks on Geraf's long sword. As soon as he was about to crash into Jeraf's arms, Qianjun's blade was stained with a rosy luster. The heavy knife bounced, cut out, and pulled out a dark red knife light straight to Geraf's face.

Such a treacherous blow was the only one seen in Geraf's life. At the end of the thousand years, a devilish roar sounded in Geraf's ears, and even the surrounding air suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood, as if he was on a fierce battlefield in an instant, and Gerav's heart beat hard. He suddenly knew that the young man in front of him was the one who used the sword with the meaning of the sword.

He screamed, treating the heavy knife like nothing. The long sword cuts to Alan's neck, but it is a defeated style of play!

(Today my daughter-in-law went to the hospital for an examination. If everything goes well, a new family member will be added in August this year, hehe~~)

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