MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 141

The Colosseum is full of violence and blood, Qingchuan's face is indifferent, his heart is like water, he is incompatible with the fans in the audience.

After the little paper man walked all the routes, they drove away from here and returned to the hotel. The hotel offers sumptuous food, which also requires high fees. Qingchuan didn't feel bad about throwing money, Wei Ge served him like a dedicated servant and lover.

Perhaps this is why the thieves are eyeing them.

The Thieves Guild is not like the Warrior Association and the Magician Association. It mainly sells all kinds of news. It is an intelligence organization. Only the young thieves led by the master know the address and contact password of the Thieves Guild.

Thieves like to stare at the pockets and treasure troves of the rich, and some ruins.

They walk through the darkness, as fast as lightning, as free as the wind, like cats, but doing the work of mice.

The young men and women who cheat are the big fat sheep they like. They have money and no threat. They dare not speak out after the incident.

The young thief disguised as an old man drove them, observing them all the way, judging their relationship and financial resources.

Qingchuan's generosity and extravagance made the thief's emotions sing along, he liked this big fat sheep. But the tall Weige is a little trouble, of course, only a little, because a warrior in love is nothing to fear.

At the same time, Qingchuan was also observing the thief.

His territory needs a fleet of Scud couriers and couriers. They need the best sense of direction, light and fast action, and experience protecting letters and packages.

Is there a better coach than a thief?

When I woke up, the sky was not yet clear, Qingchuan broke through the passage of time and space and walked to the Colosseum that was marked before. The people inside have dispersed, there are many bloodstains and stumps on the field, and there are many marks on the stands.

There were some worthless copper coins scattered on the ground, and the gold and silver coins were all picked up immediately.

There were only a few cleaning staff inside. Seeing that Qingchuan had no time to speak, the people had fallen softly - Wei Ge knocked them all unconscious.

Weige extended a thumb towards Qingchuan, indicating that there was no lurking here, and everything was resolved.

Qing Chuan nodded.

The two walked along the side passage all the way down to the ground, that is the base camp of this place, and the map provided by the paper man is very detailed. They arrived in less than a minute of walking. Expensive magic lamps are lit inside, and since the dungeon doesn't have much oxygen, it's unrealistic to light a fire.

This dungeon is bigger than the ground. There are many people, the guards here, and they are all warriors.

Their eyes were red, their smiles were hideous, and they had many scars on their bodies.

"Oh, what did I see? Two little mice?"

One, if you kill all of them, there will be no manslaughter.

Death is not a pity.

The uninvited guest made the atmosphere of the whole place tense. Qing Chuan directly opened the medicine test tube, which was a teardrop-shaped transparent glass bottle with a dark purple liquid inside.

He just opened the lid, and the purple liquid dissipated in a second, turning into lavender smoke. The smoke spread quickly, not gradually spreading, but spewing out spontaneously, quickly occupying the air.

"Kill them!" The trained guard came up with his arms swung to his mouth and nose.

It is useless, however, this is a powerful psychedelic drug absorbed through the pores, extracted from the green bubble poison frog, and almost no creature can resist this drug.

If the antidote had not been taken beforehand, Qingchuan would not have been spared.

The speed of the smoke spread is too fast, in a few seconds this small space is full of purple smoke, and it quickly spreads deeper in the direction of the air flow.

The guards fell one by one, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

With the help of the psychedelic potion, Qingchuan was in a state of no one, and he walked all the way to the second underground floor, this fortress made of some kind of forbidden magic stone, with several carvings on the walls. Layers of magic circles, the elves of the natural magician can't use a little magic in this place.

Qingchuan is a special case, because the energy system he uses is different from the local system. This forbidden magic formation was of no use to him.

The second floor is no longer filled with beasts and rogues. The prisoners are all intelligent races, rare beasts, as well as powerful warriors and magicians. The place where they are imprisoned is no longer an ordinary iron prison, but some magic props with special effects.

These creatures wear a kind of confinement collar around their necks, which can control these intelligent races, and even remotely control self-destruction. It is a fairly advanced black technology, but Qingchuan is very distressed that such black technology is used in detention and smuggling.

I really want to arrest the R&D person, put him in a small black house and keep developing people's livelihood technology products for him. This is the most appropriate end.

Qingchuan found a forest elf, a fellow clan, with such a thing around his neck.

He thought it was a collar at first, but when he took a closer look, he found that it was a magic tool embedded in his neck. A crochet needle pierced into the skin, which could cause death at any time.

Sophisticated mechanisms, delicate designs, and vicious hearts, do not leave anyone a chance to survive.

Qing Chuan had several options in mind, using space magic to transfer the collar, or using stone statues to petrify the collar.

Later, he chose space magic transfer, because this thing can be used on the guards and the person in charge here, and he is self-sufficient.

And he wanted to take two away for his own researchers to study.

In less than an hour, I got more than 300 intelligent races, nearly 1,000 monsters, more than 700 free laborers (guards), and even found a small vault with various gold and silver There are more than ten boxes of jewelry, tons of magic props removed, and countless weapons.

But Qingchuan was not very happy.

What a waste.

The population has been struggling at the poverty line, and the lords who are still losing money to support the people are very disdainful of this wasteful behavior.

This kind of feeling is probably similar to 'When I was eating bran choy, others threw the untouched plates of mountain and sea delicacies directly into the trash can'.

Why don't these people die?

No, you can't just die like this, it's too cheap, all of them are imprisoned and do hard work, give full play to the last bit of value in life, and use the sweat of labor to atone for sin.

The 'amiable' prince who has a high reputation among the people and is expected to become the next king.

Oh, this country pills.

Then the system told him that the male protagonist of this world is this prince, and the female protagonist is an agent who came from across. She is now a young lady of a noble family, a powerful magician and animal trainer in the future, and a queen in the future.

It seems that the world is coming to an end.

Qingchuan brings people and things back to the Silence Collar.

Those who needed treatment were sent to the First People's Hospital of Silent Land - fortunately, the hospital was so large at the time that a few people could squeeze in a room. In fact, most of them are flesh wounds. This kind of trauma treatment medicine can be used, but there are also light magicians.

There is currently only one official light mage in their territory, the adopted son of the first Ivan to come over. The mother of this child is a street girl, and he was adopted by Ivan.

Qingchuan didn't expect him to have a very strong talent for light magic. Now he is practicing in a hospital while studying with a teacher from a magic association.

There are several other apprentices of the light department, all of them are in school, and they may become excellent doctors in the future, or engage in other industries. Qing Chuan will not force them to seek medical help just because they have the talent of the light element.

Actually, there are the most light-type mages in the Guangming Sect, such as the priest in their territory, and the newly arrived young apprentice.

Qingchuan, who has a shortage of people, especially wanted to persuade these two to join the Silent Collar. Currently, he is still working hard, and it looks a bit interesting.

Victims in custody are well cared for. Lords are temporarily responsible for their treatment costs and three meals a day. The money will be repaid slowly after they recover, with no interest. If you choose to join the silence collar, there will be a certain reduction.

The original guards and the person in charge threw them into the mine for waste utilization, and the lesser ones were sent to the paving team. It is winter, which is just right for paving roads and building bridges.

Only Warcraft…

At first he thought about releasing it into the forest, but later found out that it would not work. These beasts have been fighting day and night, their temperament has completely changed, they have become very violent and restless, they are no longer suitable for reintroduction, and are likely to cause damage to the lives of local creatures and the people.

Killed, reluctant. Let it go, I'm not responsible for the safety of others. I have been raising them all the time, but I really can’t afford them, and they all eat meat.

He thought about it for a while, and sure enough, he should open a rare zoo to let the beasts support themselves.

So a new large entertainment venue was started on the other side of the mountain.

Qing Chuan explained this to one of his subordinates, and it can also be used to test the ability of the other party to see if he can bear the burden in the future.

He and Weige returned to the previous hotel. In fact, it didn't arrive a day before and after, and the waiter just thought that they had been messing around in the room for a whole day, and this kind of absurdity was not without it. The private affairs of the nobles have always been able to break through the imagination of human beings, and it is not uncommon to encounter any monsters.

After that, they still wandered around spreading gold coins, living in luxury, and they were completely a pair of carnival lovers. The wild noble lady and the fiery orc male servant cannot be set up, and no one can connect them with the recent events of the Colosseum.

A gold-selling cave just disappeared, leaving no clues. Of course, it is a big event for the people behind it.

Noble patrons.

And the daily beast show is the best place for middle and low-level men and women to consume their enthusiasm and madness. They use their property to gamble wildly, a poor, a rich, the same Big money grabber.

According to the person in charge, there are tens of millions of gold coins in the running account every year, which is not a small number. Ordinary civilians can earn one gold coin a year. The level of the branch president of the Magician Association is tens of thousands of dollars a year, and the Colosseum's annual net income remitted to the prince is around 3 million.

No wonder this prince can quickly build up his power, and money can make ghosts run the mill.

I just don't know where the prince's small vault is. Qingchuan has a friend who expresses his desire to get to know him.

A few days later, seeing the two of Qingchuan swaying gold coins every day, the thieves were anxious. He now regards Qingchuan's money as something in his pocket, and he feels distressed when Qingchuan spends money. So he couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't bear these two prodigals any longer!

He was stolen and captured!

Haha, isn't it surprising?

Qing Chuan plunged the ivory-handled knife into the table, the tip of the knife was between the fingers of the young thief, and he almost had to disguise the finger of the thief disguised as an old man chop down.

The thief fell silent.

Thieves have three treasures, one is good eyes, accurate vision, and whether it is valuable or not, you can know it in a flash. The second is skill in both hands and flexible fingers, so you can steal it when you pass by. The third is good legs, a pair of Scud, and run away after stealing.

Now Qingchuan threatens him with his hand, he really has no temper.

What's the way to cut the food? Most of the thieves are poor. If they have money, they eat meat, drink, drink with girls, and gamble for money. If they have no money, they have black bread and cold water. They have no fields, no shops, and no fixed source of money.

Freedom is not guaranteed.

It belongs to the profession where there is wine tonight and drunk tonight.

"Now you have two choices, the first one, steal one hundred gold coins, and leave one finger, and steal two hundred, and leave two. Well... let me see, this bag Jewelry should be worth several thousand gold coins at least, not bad, very discerning, very good at stealing. It seems that if you chop off your fingers, you have to continue to chop your toes."

The young thief was pale and almost cried.

I'm still young and not conscious. If this is an old fried dough stick, you will know what Qingchuan wants from him at a glance, otherwise he will not be talking nonsense here.

He shivered and asked, "Then, what about the second option?"

His back guard Ge put a knife around his neck, and the thief dared not act rashly.

Generally, those who choose to become thieves have no or poor magical talent, and are not very suitable as warriors. They are often fast, have dexterous fingers, and know a lot of lock-picking skills and camouflage. As far as personal combat power is concerned, it is not very good.

Qingchuan didn't answer him directly, he asked first: "Have you graduated? Isn't it official for thieves to have an apprenticeship ceremony? Did you apprentice?"

The young thief hung his head in shame.

Chicks just out of the nest?

It turned out to be a novice, no wonder there are so many flaws.

Too unfortunate, it was the first time I met Qingchuan and the two of them, how traumatized was it?

"The second option is very simple. You can contact your master and tell him that you have been stolen by everyone. If you still care about your little life, then ask the master Come here. I have no ill will, but I have a deal to discuss with him."

Qing Chuan tapped on the table and smiled.

The young thief was a little unhappy, but he was also afraid that Qingchuan would cut off his fingers and toes when he said what he said.

In fact, he also knew that verbal promises were not as good as farts, that is, he gave himself a psychological comfort, and then wrote a letter.

It said it was a letter, but it was a small note, not words, but a contact signal for their master and apprentice.

"The trouble is placed in the bird's nest on the canopy of the third hard-leaf pine on the so-and-so road. There is a small piece of red rag in the bird's nest, which is easy to recognize."

Weige did it.

Now there are only Qingchuan and the young thief in the room, but the thief still dare not move, because Qingchuan is not easy to mess with, he still cherishes his life.

Qing Chuan smiled and approached the young thief.

"Young man, being a thief has high risks and little profit. Have you considered changing careers?"

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For this unfortunate stupid disciple, the thief master is still here.

She was actually a kind-hearted old lady, wearing a green cloak, came over generously, and when she came up to her disciple, she was disgusted, "I said again, when you encounter a big fat sheep, you must Look carefully. Especially when things go well, you must be extra careful and don't be blinded by money. Did you forget what I said again?"

"I'm sorry, master. I'll remember next time, first make sure that the big fat sheep is a big fat sheep, not a monster in sheep's clothing." The young thief shrank pitifully in the corner.

Warcraft in sheepskin:…

Is this kid scolding them around the corner?

"I don't know what to call it?" Qing Chuan asked her.

The old lady found a stool and sat down with a generous attitude. Seniors are seniors. They are completely different from chicks. They have a particularly masterful temperament. They are also incredible characters when they are young.

She looks not young, but she is very flexible, but she is just pretending to be old-fashioned, making it difficult to be alert.

"They call me Louisa, why don't you call me the same... Mr. Elf?"

"Elf?! Sir?!" The young thief was very shocked. He had no idea that the noble lady he thought was actually a male elf?

See? Stupid! Why should I accept such a stupid thing from you?"

The young thief was beaten and screamed, "Master, if you have something to say, your hand hurts."

"Hands hurt? My head hurts!"

After beating up the pit master's disciple, the old lady felt a little better, "I don't know what you are looking for, what is the matter? What kind of gold and silver, or just punish my disciple?"

"Of course not for such a boring thing. I heard that the masters of the thief profession all know how to teach their disciples to train their legs to run fast and steady. I want to trouble you to help me train some The messenger comes out."

The old lady almost thought she had a problem with her ears, "You asked me to train a messenger for you?"

She wants to ask if you are crazy, how can you have such a wonderful idea?

Have you heard of it? The instinct of thieves is to withhold wealth and be a messenger? Messengers often also deliver property part-time. Isn't this asking the carnivorous bird to send a piece of delicious fat?

"Yes, eyes and hand strength are your housekeeping skills, I definitely don't care about this, just need a group of messengers with good leg strength. It's not training like thieves, just leg and foot skills And the ability to recognize the way."

"If you want, I can let go of your apprenticeship, and even pay two gold coins a month during work."

"You are an elf, originally a race known for speed..." She suddenly thought of something, extracted the keyword of elf, and derived it from the messenger, "I heard that the lord of the Silence Territory is An elf, you work for him?"

"That's right." Qing Chuan nodded.

The old lady pondered for a moment, "If you want me to teach, you can. First of all, I will teach at most ten people, and ten qualified people, because I can't stand stupid people and can't bear hardships. Second , I have a few children here, I heard that Silent has a shelter, and free teaching is open to all children, I want these children to go to study."

Really well-informed people have long known about the Silent Collar, and have heard a little about the above policies. I have to say that it is indeed very attractive. Especially the free education and life stability, how many people's hearts have been hit? That is, the commoners thought it was still barren.

"I can satisfy the first condition, and the second condition must be a child who joins the Quiet Territory and becomes a territorial citizen. The conditions for the Quiet Territory are not very good. It is conditional, and it must be a territorial citizen."

The old lady laughed, "It doesn't matter, it's a child without a mother or father, it's not bad to go to the Quiet Collar."

Qingchuan soon saw the children that the old lady said, they were all street children, and she took them in. Some were the children of their companions, some were found on the street, and the little thief caught by Qingchuan this time was also one of them.

The old lady is already retired, and she didn't save much money when she was young. These children are just barely fed and have nothing else. No matter how distressed she was, she couldn't afford it.

When I went to Silent Collar, at least I had a chance to learn.

The old lady knows what 'learning' really is an opportunity.

Qingchuan broke through the space passage and took people away at one time. The children were placed in the orphanage. The women there were very warm and patient. Come over regularly to check your spending and see if it's all being spent on your children.

They are all single women without husbands and children. Qingchuan promises that as long as they work hard and treat their children well, they will provide for them in the future, so the mothers in these hospitals are very careful and good to their children.

The old lady also knew that Qingchuan was the lord at this time, and she felt more at ease.

The lord's own promises can never be turned back and slapped in the face. What's more, from a cold eye, although this lord is a bit mysterious, he is really good to the people, especially his children, maybe even better than some parents.

The number of people who came down became seventeen.

The old lady is the head coach and the young thief is the assistant.

When this group of students comes out, the silent collar post can also be tried.

The author has something to say:Old lady: Why did I accept you as a disciple?

Rogue: Blind? ... woohoo! I was wrong!

Weige: The honeymoon is over, alas.

Qingchuan: Post Office and Courier Company, get!