"It's getting late!" Sakuya walks in a lush forest. Mitisen. In the forest, he raised his head to look at the sky that was gradually turning dark and the full moon that was rising. "Let's set up camp here tonight!”
A silver throwing knife appeared in Sakuya's hand, and she chopped around, causing several trees to fall. "This firewood should be enough to last us through the night!”
After a while, a bright light shone from the center of the camp, illuminating the surrounding area.
"It's time to eat something." A black crack appeared beside Sakuya (A purple frtgdsshhjcdd crack appeared!) After that, Sakuya reached in and grabbed some food before closing her Dimensional Pocket.
Suddenly, Sakuya stretched out her hand without any warning. He stretched out two fingers and pinched it. "Blow darts, hehe, interesting! This slightly sour taste was Paralysis Grass.”
It was a blowdart with a black tail and body. Judging from the smooth surface and the weight of the blow dart, one could easily tell that this blow dart was definitely a high-quality product. It was definitely not something that hunters could casually polish.
Sakuya exerted force with her fingers and the black blow dart was cut into two.
"This group of damned fellows, I've long sensed their hostility towards me, and I didn't want to bother with them. Then I'll fulfill your wish!" Sakuya revealed a dangerous smile in the direction of the blow dart and disappeared in the next second.
My name is Mandela (grass), I am the leader of a slave catching team. I have been to many places today, but I have no results. When night came, my team members and I walked into a forest, preparing to spend the night in the forest. I don't know if it was the goddess of luck who loved me, but my team members and I found a woman in the forest. Her neck and limbs were in broken shackles. I guess she was a slave who had escaped from some noble. Li bar! Judging from her gorgeous maid costume, he knew that she must be a slave of a big noble. As for the big noble, he would just have to look at the slave mark on her body when he caught her. Every big noble had their own mark. They would brand their family's mark on the slave's body with a branding iron to prove that she was their family's slave. If he caught her, he would definitely get a lot of bounty! I started discussing with my teammates how to capture this slave.
"Captain! Are we just going to use blow darts here? Isn't it a little too far?"
The voice of his subordinate interrupted his gradually fanatical thoughts.
"No problem, use the best blow dart I gave you! With your methods, you'll definitely be able to hit the mark!”
"But…we only have three of those blow darts, isn't that too wasteful?”
"What waste!" Mandela lowered his voice and shouted in disappointment," As long as we capture that silver-haired woman and hand her over to that noble, we will have money! So much money! Haven't you always wanted to play with women? With money, you can play!"
"Hehe, Boss, I don't think we need to spend that money. Isn't that slave very beautiful? When we catch her, hehe…we can play with her however we want! No. 3, No. 5, don't you think so?”
A wretched laugh rang out in the darkness.
"I shot the blow dart! I want to be the first to go!"
"That woman is a slave of a great noble. Many great nobles don't like outsiders touching their slaves. If they find out, we'll be finished. old. Two! Hurry!" Mandela cursed at his men who had already started to jeer until he pretended to hit them, so that these restless guys could suppress their nature.
After a short silence, a black blowpipe left the blowpipe, carrying the ugly desire of five vulgar men. Gaze flew towards Sakuya's neck...
"Old…Second, why didn't that woman fall? Did you miss?”
The disappointment after the hope almost made Mandela so angry that he wanted to strangle the old man who could usually shoot a cork in a hundred steps. Two.
"Old…Two! What's wrong with you! Did you really not control your old age? Two!"
The disappointed roars of his companions came from the shadows beside him.
"No, something's wrong…I shot that woman! I definitely hit it!"
The old man with the blowpipe The second voice was filled with confusion and panic.
"Then you mean we're all blind! He couldn't see clearly that the woman was still walking around on the ground!”
"It's okay, old man. Two, we still have two chances! Again!"
"No, Boss, something's wrong! There was a ghost! There's a ghost!"
"Old…Second, what's wrong with you! Calm down! He still had two more chances! Do you have to do that?"
Mandela patted the old man. Second's back felt wet.
"What's wrong with you? Are you sweating?"
"Boss! I-I, let's go! I saw that woman smile at me just now!”
Turning around, the fat on Mandela's slightly chubby face trembled, and his voice was already sobbing.
"You must be joking! How is this possible? It's so far away and so dark. How can she see us? You must be nervous. Let's do it again! Relax, relax…"
"Boss! The situation did seem a little off! That woman disappeared!"
Another companion's doubtful voice reached Mandela's ears. Finally, he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
"General!"
A cold and leisurely voice rang in Mandela's ears, causing all the hair on Mandela's body to stand on end!
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I wrote the chapter yesterday when I was about to fall asleep, so I definitely didn't write it well.
Also, this chapter's description of the character's state has a little reference. I don't have such a good writing style. o(* ? ▽ ? *)
Also, facial expressions are exclusive to me! (^ω^)
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