Chapter 41

My present behavior, of course, is to take advantage of a person's danger, but, knowing that she has no choice, I still hope to give her a choice, which is actually a meaningless act, but also a kind of hypocrisy.

"I... There is no other way. Life, as it was called, was not mine from the beginning, it was determined only by the paper, and now it is nothing more than a new master, and I will bear anything to wash away my mother's stigma."

Gladys said, looking up at me, and not shy of the palm that I had touched her breast, but as if to prove her worth, she took the jade breast to meet my palm.

"I believe that I am attractive to you, so... So please buy my life!"

The one who made the plea was her, but in the momentum, I had a feeling of being oppressed out of breath, fortunately, in the position I was qualified to stand in the upper hand.

"I know, I'll buy you. I will make you a free man, I will put you in the contest, I will be responsible for cleaning up the shame of your mother and your daughter, and at the price of these three things, I will put the rest of your life at my mercy. Is that OK?"

'Yes!

"Then swear on your mother's ashes by your bed that if you don't keep the covenant, your mother's soul will be tortured in hell forever."

It was a wicked demand, but when I set her free, she would no longer be a slave, nor would our bond with me have any basis, and if we did not take this oath, we would have no security, and if she remembered her hatred for losing her mother... I do not wish to have a tiger.

It's more than just swearing. I'm a bad person who keeps my word, but I don't have many unbelievers among my friends who swear to eat lettuce. I've learned from that. Gladys's eyes widened as I swore a magic oath in the name of the Demon of Felicia, amazed at my ability and aware of my seriousness.

"I, Gladys Lonia, swear on my mother's soul that if I break the promise I have made today, my mother's soul and mine will be tortured in hell."

With tears streaming down her face, the maiden uttered the wicked oath in a trembling voice, and when she raised her hand and touched mine, we made our covenant, and our lives were bound together for better or worse.

I made a pact with Gladys, but how to carry it out was the question. Although I have no real power, but in terms of military office, at least I am one of the several thousands of commanders in the country, if the time had been a few months earlier, as long as the order, I could have easily rehabilitated Gladys, but now the bad luck, the only step is to fall into disgrace, without the army beside me, my command of ten thousand commanders is probably meaningless.

I do have the power to make Gladys a winner in the race. Basically, when it comes to winning a prize in a competition like this, the material makes up at least half the winning factor, apart from the craftsmanship of the technician himself. Armor made of third-rate materials would never be able to withstand a first-class warrior, so every technician would do his best to gather as many materials as he could before entering the competition.

In this regard, I can assure you that if the remains of the magic Jiao stored in the port depot were used as materials, they would all be first-class armor or weapons, provided that the workmanship was not too bad. With Gladys's skillful hands, this would be sufficient as a guarantee for victory. But there was just one problem. It is beyond the power of an ordinary technician to make such powerful creatures effective defences or weapons. Otherwise, I could have found a tailor or a blacksmith in the harbor. In order to do such work, in addition to their own excellent craftsmanship, they must have a certain degree of magic cultivation, and sing incantations in the forging process, in order to achieve full success.

Gladys had taught herself all her craft, but she knew nothing about magic. Magic and spiritual power are not internal skills, they can be transferred, and it is almost impossible for her to have a considerable amount of magic in just one month. But this, too, I have figured out, so the problem now is to get the money to buy Gladys' freedom.

The sum for the redemption was sixty gold coins, and with my fee, Gladys had saved nearly enough, but my mother's funeral had spent some of it, and I had not enough, so I went to the port's lodging-house, took out some gems and ornaments, and pawned them for the money.

With about sixty-two gold pieces in my hand, I went back to Gladys, to ask her master to redeem me, but when I returned to my dwelling, the house was in a disordered state, but the house was empty. After interrogating some of my neighbors, I learned that it was the day when taxes were to be paid, and Gladys somehow clashed with them, and was taken away.

When I heard this, I was very anxious. Gladys, who was not disguised in her rude dress, was a beautiful little girl, and the consequences of her being taken away by these rough people could be imagined. I had always been in the habit of not allowing any of my women to be touched by any other man, and this green hat would have been a very good thing.

Asking for directions, I found out that it was in the Kowloon Hills, a nightclub called the "Fine", and that the man who owned the Gladys' slave contract was Naolivia's deputy admiralty, and had been drinking there for pleasure. Without thinking, I hurried to the place.

On the way, I knew that this trip would inevitably encounter armed struggle, so I had to hope that I could blend in, rescue people and escape successfully. The first half of the plan was successful, but after a surprise attack on the guards and the rescue of Gladys, who was in disarray and in danger of being humiliated, the hotel guards were finally alerted, and seven or eight thugs with knives and swords rushed out and blocked the way.

Gladys' hands are weak, and I have only the strength to bind her. Fighting these thugs head-on would have meant death or death. Fortunately, I was prepared.

The magician and the enemy, the first thing to fight for is the mantra time, I did not grasp the seven or eight weapons of the other side before the random cut down, read the spell, so back to pull, pull the cloth robe covered by Gladys, the snow tender chest was exposed, watching the eyes of others are completely stupid, and I took the opportunity to sing the mantra.

"O sexual spirits of old, I make a contract in the name of John Farrell, come out, slut!"

The time was too short for a simple spell, and I had only time to summon the weak worms, but it should have been enough, when nearly twenty of them, in the shape of almost pink caterpillars, fell on each of the beaters, who, helpless against this attack, threw away their swords and fell to the ground with lewd groans, and their hands were busy scratching at the important parts of their bodies, And those with little concentration were already engaged in unsightly movements.

"You... Thought you were so good? ' Gladys was startled at my skill, and did not blame me for what I had done to her. She looked expectantly at me.

"There are so many things you can't think of. Run for your life before you tell them."

We ran away with Gladys, and before we had gone a few steps, we were stopped again, and this time we were surrounded, not only in larger numbers than before, but also by the presence of the third and fourth rank of professional magicians, not mere nightclub guards, but Nervia's guard. If we were to fight them, we would at least have to summon a lewd beast, but I'm afraid I don't even have time to summon a lewd beast. That would be a real problem.

I can't help but glance at a scantily clad maid not far away. As long as I can catch her and have twenty seconds to sing a mantra, then... How is that even possible? The handmaiden is outside the perimeter, and I'll have to break through if I'm to catch her, and in twenty seconds, not to mention a handful of magicians with a knot on the bottom of their hands, I'll be done with any weapon.

I had only Gladys, naked, by my side, and could not bear to offer her as a sacrifice. In theory, the lewd beast is called to absorb the source of the sacrifice, and if it is not used properly, it may endanger the life of the sacrifice, and it must be used with such preparation in mind.

So what is to be done? The net was shrinking, and the hands of the two red-roved magicians on the left glowed red. Were they magic bows? Or was it Fireball? Either way, it's something that makes you turn to coke!

Will these guys stop if they show their identity? It's very uncertain!

"Good fellow, there is a way in heaven you don't go, hell has no gate you broke in, dare to kill yourself so alone, you think you can just leave?" Just as I hesitated, suddenly there was a loud shout, and the crowd around us gave way to let a thin man with a sharp-mouthed cheek walk in. They bowed and saluted at him, and Gladys, clutching my hand, trembled even more, for it was obvious that he was some sort of lieutenant of the Admiralty, who held Gladys's deed of servitude.

But now, contrary to my cowardice, I cast off Gladys's clutching hand, and strode to meet the man. The two of us confronted each other in full view, and the atmosphere was tense for a moment.

"If you don't have three drinks with me, I will never let you out." The animosity passed away and we shook hands and then embraced affectionately.

"Don't you mean to be a little officer here, boy? How do you get along so well, deputy Admiralty!"

"Nothing is better than you! Master of the Empire, boy, by what filthy means did he rape and pillage him?"

An impending murder was thus settled, and I could never have imagined that my old friend should be thriving here, and that Gladys's slave contract was in his hands.

"So it was you who had the fun, so I told you sooner! What's the matter with sending you a little slave for a game of friends, but..."

"A Wu, this woman is my drive, you are not such a bad memory, forget my habits?"