Roger held a wooden sword and moved nimbly among the soldiers who besieged him with his fast-changing steps. He saw the right opportunity to slash or stab, and each attack rarely missed, either forcing the opponent to retreat or hitting the opponent's vital points and knocking them to the ground.
Especially with his angular face and smooth body, every move he makes is like an ancient Greek sculpture, with a majestic beauty.
Although these fighters did not use their fighting spirit, the strength of their muscles and the collision of bones alone were enough to make people's blood boil.
However, Kalanda obviously focused on the skills. "He is a master with a sword and very dangerous."
"How about you? Can you suppress him?" Xiao Chen asked.
Kalanda hesitated for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. He didn't use his fighting spirit, nor did he use any special moves. He just fought with experience and instinct. If I fight him in his prime, life and death will be a matter of a moment."
"That's a very high evaluation." Luo Ling chuckled. "In our place, this guy can probably get a title like 'Prince of Foil', win an Olympic championship, get some endorsements, shoot some commercials, and then be a vase in a TV show. He'll be famous in no time."
"You want to be his agent?" Xiao Chen also laughed.
"It's enough for me to be the number one fan." Luo Ling closed her eyes and lowered her head, holding her hands to her heart.
Xiao Chen knew that she was just joking, but he still rubbed his nose and said, "Actually, I think that sometimes magicians are more attractive. Look at Liu Qian, he's just a magician. How famous would he have been a few years ago?"
He snapped his fingers and a small flame appeared in his hand.
"Do you know why Liu Qian is so popular?" Luo Ling sneered.
"Isn't it because of magic?"
"Because he's handsome."
Xiao Chen: …
In a short while, Roger defeated the five opponents who were besieging him. These five were the strongest players in his team, including his adjutant. He put away the wooden sword, ended the drill, and gave a knight's salute to Xiao Chen and others.
The men lying on the ground looked ashamed. The adjutant struggled to get up and sighed, "Have you really decided..."
"Yes, you don't have to stop me anymore." Roger replied, "Just let me complete this deal with peace of mind. At least this way I won't be troubled by guilt anymore. You all know that if I hadn't made the wrong decision, none of us would be standing here."
"Sir!" The adjutant wanted to say something, but Roger stopped him with a wave of his hand. Roger said to Xiao Chen, "I have proven my ability in the drill. I am more valuable and stronger than any of them. The general contract is about five years. The five extra years I serve you will be used to compensate for their freedom."
"I agree with your request." Xiao Chen had a good impression of this responsible man. He asked himself and felt that he would not be able to make such a choice in his position. He said to the manager Cohen who was waiting on the side, "You name the price. I want all his subordinates."
"Since you bought a lot, the total is 1,200 gold coins." Cohen looked excited.
Xiao Chen was about to agree, but was pulled back by Luo Ling. Luo Ling waved to Cohen and took him aside to mutter. Xiao Chen vaguely heard "Golden Jasmine Chamber of Commerce" several times. After a while, the somewhat frustrated Cohen came back and sighed, "800 gold coins, not a penny less. Otherwise, the boss will demote me to a slave."
After Xiao Chen paid the deposit, Cohen asked someone to bring a small table and three pieces of paper. He handed them to Xiao Chen and explained, "This is a service contract, which is valid for ten years. You, Roger, and we will each keep a copy. As for the others, there is no need. Only true masters will receive such treatment."
"You have thought it through quite thoroughly." Luo Ling took the contract and saw that the clauses on it were very rough, not even as good as the code of conduct for elementary school students. It was full of loopholes, but considering the level of productivity here, it was normal.
"Is there some magical power here that can constrain the behavior of the signatory?" Xiao Chen remembered that in many novels he had read, similar contracts would be protected by gods.
"How is this possible?" Cohen said with a strange look on his face. "If magic can guarantee the execution of contracts, what is the use of lords? If such a thing really exists, it will definitely be used in the highest-level contracts between countries. Who would use such a treasure to restrict a slave?"
"What's the use of this contract?"
"If there is no strength to guarantee it, any contract is just a piece of waste paper. It only proves that Roger is yours." Cohen explained.
Xiao Chen didn't waste any words. He took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket and signed his name on the contract in a flamboyant manner. Then he put the pen and the contract on the small table and asked Roger to sign.
Roger looked at the plastic ballpoint pen in his hand with some surprise. The pen was light and delicate. He was well-informed, but he had never seen anything like it. He couldn't help but become more curious about his future master, thinking that this magician must have his own unique features.
"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Xiao Chen said generously.
"Sir, what I need is a sword, not a pen." Roger answered humbly, imitating Xiao Chen's previous behavior, and prepared to sign. However, just when the tip of the pen touched the contract, he suddenly stopped, turned around quickly, and looked at the door behind him vigilantly.
The door was open. Ralph had just been taken to the small dark room from here.
Seeing his movements, others also looked in that direction.
"Roger, you heard my voice from such a distance. I see that your fighting spirit has almost recovered." A voice came from the doorway, and then a figure slowly walked out of the room. It was Ralph who had just been taken away. Behind him, there were dozens of people, all dressed as slaves.
Ralph held a steel sword in his hand. The blade was covered in blood, and scarlet drops of water were sliding down the sword's spine and dripping onto the ground.
"What's going on!" Manager Cohen shouted, and the guards and guards around him drew their swords. Most of them pointed them at Ralph, but some felt that Roger was the threat and pointed their swords at him and his men. The small yard was in a panic.
Ralph looked at these nervous guys and said with a curled lip, "After everyone recovered their fighting spirit, they just killed a few useless idiots. There's nothing to be nervous about."
"Everyone?! Who are you?" Cohen's face turned pale. He saw more and more slaves coming out of the doorway.
"It's me, Roger, and some old guys in the back room. Well, there should be people from other camps too. I heard them from the back, and they must have started fighting." Ralph said as he approached.
As if to prove his words, explosions were heard in the distance, followed by shouts of killing.
"It seems that I am not the only one who succeeded." Ralph grinned and made a sword flower, looking at Cohen coldly.
Cohen snapped, "Ralph! I advise you not to do anything stupid!"
The two guards beside Cohen saw that Ralph had distanced himself from the slaves behind him, so they rushed towards him with swords raised, thinking that they should capture the leader first. These two were the best guards, with fighting spirit bursting out of their bodies, shining with light, and their momentum was very shocking. But Ralph seemed not to see them, and only took a quick step until they rushed in front of him, barely passing through the gap between the two. There was a flash of blood, and the two guards fell down behind him, holding their necks.
"Lord Xiao, this man, like me, has reached the threshold of gathering his fighting spirit, and is a leader among mid-level warriors. His fighting spirit is of wind attribute, and he excels in speed and surprise attacks. All of you stand behind me." Kalanda said alertly, sword raised.
Xiao Chen did not dare to be careless. He protected Luo Ling and retreated, silently preparing the "fear" magic.
"Ralph, retreat! You, don't make the same mistake over and over again! When the masters of the camp come, you will die miserably." Cohen hid behind a guard and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Hey, old man. After getting here, the thing that annoys me the most is listening to your nagging." Ralph saw that Kalanda had no intention of rushing forward, and the two magicians were obviously not ready to step forward, so he prepared to make peace with the slave trader.
He suddenly jumped up, green light bursting from his body, and swung out a sword at a speed that was too fast to be seen. The sword was like a gust of wind, rushing towards Cohen's waist, and was about to cut Cohen and the guard in front of him in half.
Only those who have faced it know how fast a mid-level warrior with fighting spirit can be. Xiao Chen only saw a shadow coming and had no time to do anything. And Kalanda was standing further away. She was fully focused on Xiao Chen and Luo Ling and was unable to rescue them in time.
At this moment, Roger suddenly raised his hand, grabbed the air, and grabbed Ralph's arm.
Ralph stopped suddenly and stared at Roger in shock. He struggled twice but failed to break free from Roger's iron grip, so he angrily said, "What are you doing? Come with me to kill these slave traders, let's fight our way out together!"
Roger pursed his lips and said nothing. A blue electric light flashed around him. He used his fighting spirit and pushed hard. Ralph was pushed back ten steps before he could stand firm.
Roger looked at Ralph deeply, turned around, picked up the ballpoint pen on the small table, signed his name carefully, and then handed it to Xiao Chen.
"Are you crazy? Your freedom is right before your eyes! And you want to sign a contract to sell yourself!" Ralph recovered his breath and shouted, "Do you really want to be a slave? There are so many of us, so we don't have to be afraid of those two wizards. Come with me!"
"My men are now free. They no longer need to risk their lives for a chance of survival." Roger took two steps forward, pointed outside the wall and said, "Let's go. Your freedom is there, not behind me."
Ralph was decisive. He knew that it was useless to say more, so he snorted coldly, ignored Roger, and walked out from the side with many slaves.
"Roger, why didn't you stop him?" Cohen said angrily after he and others left.
Roger glanced at him and said coldly: "I have nothing to do with you now. I am only loyal to my master."
He turned and came to Xiao Chen, bowed and said, "Master, I let Ralph go on my own initiative because his speed is a big problem. Although I can defeat him, I can't ensure that he won't hurt others."
Xiao Chen looked around the wall and nodded, "I believe in your judgment. But I guess what's gone is just a small trouble, and there are bigger troubles waiting for us outside."