Roger was in a manor called "Paradise". It was located on the east side of the Purple Roland Harbor, facing Pier 3 from afar. The paradise was separated from the outside world by a wall of earth and stone. There were sentry towers around it, and guards guarded it all day long. Apart from a three-story main building, there were also dungeons, slave sheds, guard dormitories, training grounds, and other facilities in the park.
This place was called a paradise, but in reality, it was hell for slaves. Every day, slaves would receive all kinds of training here. Roger had a group of people who specialized in training slaves. They used all sorts of methods to train slaves until they were obedient and then transported them to other places for sale.
Of course, ordinary slaves couldn't enter the paradise. Only female slaves and war slaves had this kind of "preferential treatment".
It was noon, and as the weather gradually heated up, the fireball in the sky became more and more sinister. A faint fishy sea breeze blew from the direction of the strait, causing the guards hiding in the shade of the sentry tower to fall asleep.
A dark-skinned guard with three layers of fat on his belly yawned and began to smoke a cigarette in a listless manner. His colleague laughed and scolded, "Damn fatty, which woman's belly did you spend the night on last night? From the looks of it, you must have been squeezed dry. "
Fatty chuckled and said, "You don't say, those women at the dock are really coquettish. I did three last night and almost died of exhaustion."
There were naturally women in the Purple Roland Harbor who worked in special industries, and these people were also divided into three, six, and nine classes. Among these women, the women at the dock were the cheapest. As long as they had money, they could sleep on the ground. Of course, the people who patronized them were low-level guards like the fatty in front of them, or people who worked in low-paid jobs.
Anyone with a little money in their pockets wouldn't be willing to patronize that kind of woman. Because they were very dirty, and there were at least several kinds of dirty diseases on their bodies.
The fatty's colleague immediately frowned and said, "You dare to touch the women there? Fatty, be careful that your words will be useless in the future."
"Scram, don't curse me. I'm fine."
The two of them cursed at each other, and something flashed in the corner of Fatty's eyes. It was very bright, and it hurt his eyes. He narrowed his eyes and looked over. Under the bright sun, someone was walking towards the park. It was a silver-haired youth. His silvery hair reflected the sunlight like a fluttering azure flame.
Fatty frowned. The young man was an unfamiliar face. He did not know why he had come to the theme park. He threw away the poor-quality cigarette and stomped the butt into the sand with his bare foot. Then, he shouldered the rifle and walked forward. "Hey, kid. This is private property, leave quickly. "
The youth smiled brightly and said, "I'm here for Mr. Roger."
"Are you looking for Mr. Roger?" The fatty chuckled and said, "Do you have an appointment? If not, bring me your name card and add 5 gold coins. I guarantee it will be on Mr. Roger's desk as soon as possible. "
"I don't have an appointment, but I brought my name card. However, I'll probably have to deliver this card myself to leave a deep impression on Mr. Roger. "The youth took off a black iron box from his back and leaned on the ground as he said with a smile.
Another guard also walked over and stood with Fatty. "Kid, don't cause trouble if you don't have a card. Fatty is in a good mood today and doesn't care about you. Otherwise, you'll have to be careful of your ass. "
"Who said I don't have a card? Look, isn't this it?" The youth patted the black box and it slid open. What slid out was a rough black saber. He pulled out the saber and shook it.
The two guards finally knew that the youth was here to cause trouble. Fatty smiled sinisterly and said, "You're courting death!"
He raised his rifle and planned to blow up the youth's head. However, as soon as he moved his hand, a black tide rushed towards him. Fatty suddenly felt that he was so clumsy. The rifle that he usually raised was now as slow as a snail. However, the black tide in front of him was menacing. At first, it was only a black wave, but in an instant, it turned into a monstrous sea wall!
Fatty felt that his soul was about to be drowned in this black wave that connected the heavens and the earth. He didn't even have time to release the scream from his mouth. The scene in his line of sight was split into two, and in the middle was a pitch-black abyss.
The guard standing at the side sat on the ground and stared blankly at the fatty, whose head had almost been split open by a knife, lying at his feet. The fatty's corpse was still staring with its eyes wide open, and red and white things flowed out of its split head. The guard wanted to scream, but in the end, it turned into a hysterical cry.
Allen carried Qianjun into the gate of the paradise. The fatty died too quickly. At the end of the shot, the people in the paradise still did not know what had happened at the gate. It wasn't until Allen left that a group of guards passed by, chatting and laughing. Seeing the bloody heavy saber in Allen's hand, he shouted and raised his gun to fire.
Allen dodged to the back of a slave shack, and the guards' bullets hit the wall in vain. After a round of shooting, they ran behind the wall with their guns in their hands. Suddenly, Allen's low body flashed out, and his heavy saber swept out with a heavy black light. Immediately, a sharp whistling sound rang out. Wherever the tip of the saber pointed, a wave of air filled the air, causing dust and smoke to spread like wings. On the tips of the wings, there were a few human bodies that were lifted up by the wind of the saber. Their bodies were all twisted, and they were already dead before they could land on the ground.
Raising his head, another guard ran over from the guard's dormitory in front of him. An engraving suddenly appeared on Allen's forehead, and the heavy saber was immediately wrapped up by the fire dragon. He stabbed his saber into the ground, and three faint red lights flashed ten meters in front of him.
The guards who were rushing over 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 with muffled rumbling sounds, blasting the guards beyond recognition. The impact of the air currents even knocked the guards behind him to the point of staggering.
Allen smiled and swept past the remaining flames of the "Raging Flames Earth Rush", crashing into the bewildered guards behind him. The heavy saber pointed, and the body fell. No one could block his saber.
"What happened?"
In a luxuriously decorated bedroom, Roger jumped up from the soft bed. He was tall and thin, with a dark gray complexion and a goatee that made him look rather gloomy. In the dim bedroom, Roger's eyes flickered with a light blue fluorescence like a coyote's. He rushed to the window and lifted the curtain, just in time to see a ball of flames exploding on the training ground in front of the main building.
Small explosions continuously appeared on the training ground, leaving a straight trajectory in the field. That trajectory headed straight for the main building, making Roger feel very uncomfortable. Roger couldn't help but shout, "Jeralf, why aren't you going to take a look? Which bastard dares to destroy my paradise like this!"
"Yes, my lord." A deep voice responded from outside the door.
The heavy saber pulled out a black tide that was like a banner, sending a few guards flying. The path to the main building was empty. Allen carried his saber on his shoulder and scanned the entire arena. More than half of the forty to fifty guards in Roger's paradise were lying on the ground. Those who were still standing only dared to aim their guns at Allen from afar, but no one dared to fire rashly for fear of provoking this fiend.
At this moment, a person walked out of the main building's main door. Seeing that man, the guards heaved a sigh of relief. Allen looked at him. This man in his thirties was wearing clothes dyed with bright flowers and a straw hat. He was dragging an exceptionally slender sword in his hand. This sword was almost as tall as a person, and the hilt was 30 centimeters long. It could be held with both hands.
The style was a bit like a two-handed sword, but the body of the sword was slender like a one-handed sword. Moreover, the edge of the sword was slightly curved, not as straight as an ordinary sword.
This should be a specially forged sword. Since it could use a special weapon, it should have a deep attainment in this sword.
When the man in fancy clothes saw Allen, his eyes narrowed slightly and his gaze gradually became sharp. "This is a private place. If you barge in without permission, I'm afraid you won't be able to walk out intact."
"I don't think so. In the end, I'm just here to visit Mr. Roger. It's just that it's a waste of time for Mr. Roger to make an appointment and hand over a name card. I think I'll have a good chat with Mr. Roger if I use this knife as a post. "Ellen said with a bright smile.
The man nodded and said, "I'm Mr. Roger's personal guard, Jeralf. If you want to see Mr. Roger, you have to ask me first! "
With his feet on the ground, Jeralf dragged his sword and rushed forward. The longsword dragged out a trail of dust on the sand, but it was also full of momentum. Allen put away his smile and pointed his heavy saber forward slightly. The blade constantly made slight adjustments, so Jeralf discovered that no matter how he adjusted the angle of his charge, Allen's saber qi was always enveloping his body. He was secretly shocked.
In the blink of an eye, Jeralf had already closed in. When he was about two meters away from Allen, his toes pressed into the sand. Jeralf's body suddenly stopped, and a wave of air appeared out of thin air, blowing Allen's head straight up. The sword that was dragged behind him bounced up, and with Jeralf's body as the axis, it pulled out a semicircle of cold light that swept across Allen's waist.
Allen's heavy saber stood upright. Amidst the loud sound of collision, sparks flew everywhere where the sword and saber collided. Allen leaned forward with his opponent's sword and pushed his heavy saber forward, causing a series of sparks to appear on Jeralf's sword. Just as he was about to crash into Jeralf's arms, Qianjun's blade was dyed with a sparkling red luster. The heavy saber bounced up and slashed out, pulling out a dark red saber light as it headed straight for Jeralf's face.
Jeralf had never seen such a sinister attack in his life. At the end of Qianjun, Jeralf's ears were already filled with a demonic roar. Even the surrounding air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood. It was as if he was on a tragic battlefield in an instant. Jeralf's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly knew that the youth in front of him was actually a saber master who had touched saber intent.
He let out a sharp howl, treating the heavy saber as if it was nothing. The longsword slashed towards Allen's neck, but it was a method of mutual defeat!
(Today, my wife went to the hospital for an examination. If everything goes well, there will be a new family member in August this year. Hehe ~ ~)
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