Law of the Devil Chapter 188: [“Special Talent”]

Chapter 188 ["Special Talent"]

I came to the slave market of Emperor Capital again. This time, Dewey took a lot of care. He put on a high cape hat, covered his face, got off Malay, and was among the crowd, just following Behind General Longbottom.

Today there seem to be fewer people in the slave market. Although the three were holding horses, walking was not difficult. Little Sandy is a little bit more difficult. The chestnut stallion he rides is not very obedient, always against Little Sandy.

"You should flick it hard." General Longbatton glanced at the boy and muttered, "These beasts are like this. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you."

But Sandy is reluctant, this is the first horse of his life. The friendly Mard steward also promised Sandy the little stallion, which could be given to him exclusively. Looking at the beautiful maroon fur on this horse, Sandy's whip couldn't fall.

"Just here." Longbottom stopped the horses at the end of the long street away from the slave square. There was less traffic here, and the nearest slave dealer's platform was also a hundred meters away. In contrast, Du Wei saw a lot of people with white cloths on their streets or on their arms. Some were young people, some were middle-aged people, and there were some low-level samurai.

Sometimes, Du Wei doesn't really understand ... even if their ranks are very low, even if they have only one rank, they are at least formal rank samurai. How could he be so down?

The martial arts of these people are at least better than those of ordinary people, right? If they are willing to serve as soldiers ... The vast territory of the empire needs to be guarded by a large number of troops, and there are announcements of recruiting soldiers almost every year. These low-level warriors, with their skills, are they not even qualified to be soldiers?

However. Later Du Wei learned: This is probably the insistence or dignity of the so-called warrior. In the eyes of the samurai, even if it is only the lowest-ranked samurai, if they are not desperate, they will never want to go to the army ... just be a soldier.

They are samurai, and they have a formal rank. They cannot tolerate being in the army, being drank by small bosses who are ordinary people, and climbing up and down. They would rather be a lowest-level bodyguard in a carriage. Even working hard. But into the army?

Unless you're an officer!

But there isn't much ground war in the empire. It can be said that the entire continent is very peaceful. Without war, promotion in the army will be difficult. From a soldier to a small captain, if it is a war, it may be done in one day, but in peacetime ... This process may take years or even longer!

"It's like the undergraduates who couldn't find a job in the past life. Rather than waiting for employment, not many people are willing to go to the restaurant to serve their dishes." Du Wei sighed secretly.

Looking at the corners on both sides of the street, the samurai warriors with wooden faces, holding rusty swords, looked indifferent. The look of leaning back there empty ... Du Wei suddenly felt a little emotional.

Wow!

Lombaton took a black cloth from his horse and threw it to the ground. From the shape, it seems like a bundle of long strips, but from the sound ... it seems like metal?

Yes. It's metal.

As Longbottom unraveled the cloth cover, there was a bundle of long iron bars, the simplest iron bar. There are a lot of them even rusted. God knows where this guy found these things.

Uh ... he wouldn't just demolish the house at home, right? Du Wei's malicious conjecture.

Lambton then seemed to know the rules of the slave market. He didn't need to remind Sandy, he just held an iron rod. Severely inserted into the ground.

It seems that years of prison life did not make the general's martial arts waste. He easily inserted an iron rod into a solid slab pavement, and then stood on top of the iron rod. Black cloth.

The meaning of this is simple: solicit.

Soon, those nearby who were looking for work were surrounded by everyone, everyone's face was praying and expecting, but Sandy Jr soon called out loud under the guidance of Longbottom:

"Samurai! We need samurai! Real samurai!"

The sharp child's voice across the long street, but it seems as if the samurai warriors in the corner of the street are numbly ignited in the eyes!

As if the dying man saw hope. Those dressed in shabby but holding long swords. Many people are refreshed and subconsciously stand upright. Then strode over here.

Others, who are looking for work, are helpless in disappointment and shake their heads away.

"Sir, what do you need?" An old man who seemed to be able to be Du Wei's grandfather squeezed in. He was wearing a shabby gray sackcloth, the iron sword in his arms ... Wei even wondered if it could be pulled out, because the scabbard was covered with tan rust.

"Are the adventure teams recruiting people?"

"Is it a guard?"

"Do you need a bodyguard? I'm a samurai !!!"

For a while, a large number of people gathered around. Most of them were like a man with a beard and a shaved face. Although his clothes were worn out, he was cleaned with pulp and holding his arms in his arms.

And the greater the same point, these guys will never call you "sir" like other people looking for a job, they will only call you "sir".

This is their identity: I am different from ordinary people, I am a samurai!

"Retreat and retreat!" Lombarton's face was impatient, his eyes glanced at the people who were in front of him, and he muttered in a low voice: "Why these guys are getting worse and worse now!" Hey! Say you, step back! Give me somewhere! "

Long Barton's huge body is like a monster. He didn't see how hard he pushed, and pushed away a few people who were too crowded. Then he shouted, "All are quiet for Lao Tzu! Quiet! "

He raised a big fan-like hand, pointed at the crowd in front of him, and yelled, "I need someone. But I don't need waste! I need someone who is alive, a job! Understand? As long as you can let me Satisfied job, I don't care what your samurai level is! Do you understand? Let me see your skills! Who comes first? "

A perfect job?

Many people are quiet.

"Did anyone try it?" Longbatton's eyes were a little disappointed. He turned back to Du Wei and sighed: "Damn, a generation is not as good as a generation. I can still dig a few useful people here, but now? You look at these wastes, one by one, they don't have much ability, but I still hugged my own **** and insisted ... oh! Gold will always shine, but if it isn't gold. If you are still pretending to be here, it is simply not worthy of sympathy. "

Wait for a long time, no one came forward, Longbottom was a little impatient, and shouted, "Did you have any skill? Hell! You are samurai! Show your most proud martial arts to Lao Tzu Look ... if you do n’t have the ability, let me go! Do n’t take up space! Keep your corner and wait for death! "

He is very rude, but from Du Wei's point of view, this is a mean word. But ... it makes sense!

This world is very realistic. If you don't know how to do it, but still keep **** and insist on it ... that's stupid! Not as good as finding a job and working hard!

The waste of daydreaming all day is not worthy of sympathy.

"Excuse me, sir. What is the best thing you said?" A thin man tried to squeeze out the crowd: "Can you make it clear?"

"I care what you are." Lombard grinned. "What are you best at? Show it to me."

"I am good at swordsmanship, sir." This thin guy tried hard to raise his sword: "My samurai rank is ..."

"Okay, I don't care about your level." Longbottom waved impatiently: "If you have the title of Level 5 and Level 6. You won't be here. Show me your skills and let me see . "

The skinny samurai's face turned red, then he picked up a stone at random, and struck a wall next to it to draw a human figure with a proportion similar to a real person.

He took a step back, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled out his long sword ...

唰 唰 唰 唰 ...

The long sword stabs lightly and quickly, and the sword's edge is like a raindrop on the human figure on the wall.

Finally, when this skinny guy pulled back, Longbatten squinted and looked at the human figure, his eyes suddenly flashed!

On that human figure. The parts of both eyes, the throat, the ribs, and ... the crotch were all stabbed!

Fast and accurate! Every sword of this samurai stabbed at these parts with wickedness ... All of them are places that cannot be covered by armor!

His swordsmanship is, in general, somewhat despicable, and some are not quite as bright as poisonous snakes.

And the badge on his chest ...

It's just a first-level warrior? !!

"Okay. You stay. I want it!" Lombard laughed loudly, "Who else is there !!!"

The second guy to be recruited by Longbottom. Is a lefty. This short guy ... he was probably malnourished from an early age, and he was even as tall as Sandy. But after showing a few sword moves at will, he was ordered by Longbottom.

"He is a left-handed man. His swordsmanship is all in the opposite direction to ordinary people. When fighting, the enemy will feel very uncomfortable. This is a good guy." This is Long Barton's Explanation.

The third one passed was a fat man who looked almost comparable to Longbottom. The fat man looked like a winter melon, but his extraordinary skill made Dewey think of it.

"I can be beaten, and I'm not afraid of pain." The fat man grinned and said, "I'm not born to feel pain."

Speaking, he pulled off his clothes, exposed his black-haired chest, pulled out his sword, and chopped his body twice ... He chopped so hard! The blood was flowing, the skin was fleshy, but the fat man's face was calm: "Sir, I have no talent for martial arts, I am still only a first-class warrior. But I bet. In a real battle, I can Kill at least three first-level warriors! Because they cut me a few swords, as long as they are not fatal, my combat effectiveness will not be affected! But if I cut them, they will not be able to bear them. "

So this guy was taken in too.

Next, a few weird guys were accepted by Longbatton. Some of the excellent skills that surprised Du Wei were actually ...

Hell, is this a trifle? Seeing a skinny guy. Without much effort, he rushed to the roof and ran back and forth, as light as a raccoon cat.

There is another guy who is really good at imitation. He can imitate the sounds of various animals, even the sound of rat fights.

"I will be an excellent scout. Your Excellency!".

"And me!" A guy squeezed out of the crowd: "I used to be an Orion, and I would arrange all kinds of traps. In the mountains, I just rely on my nose and eyes. Find the nearest mountain road and water source under the conditions! "

After soliciting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys who were still expecting, but no one came out to answer, he shouted to those guys who didn't want to leave: "What's the matter?" ? Who else do you want to try? "

"This is not fair! Your Excellency." Someone in the crowd cried, "They are not real samurai! They are the geniuses of real dogs and dog thieves! Real warriors only speak with swords! We do n’t learn how to scream animals, or like thieves. Climb up to someone else ’s house! "

Lombaton sneered. He grabbed the bundle of iron bars on the ground, inserted them one by one, and then said coldly: "You guys don't think the waste is fair? OK! Then let you speak with a sword! Who can use it? Sword in your hand, cut an iron rod. I'll take him! "

A sword cut off an iron rod?

Although each of these iron rods is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm. Cut with a sword?

Unless you can show a samurai warrior! Or you have a sword in your hand.

Otherwise, it is impossible.

Who would be here if they can show their vindictiveness or swords? A samurai who can show his vindication is not worried about having nothing to eat.

Lombatton's hand left everyone speechless.

"Hmm ..." Longbatton sighed, seeming a bit disappointed, so busy for a long time. Although some geeks have been recruited, the real warriors who are a bit capable have not encountered them.

At this moment, a calm voice came from the crowd.

"Let me try it?"

Then the crowd was separated, and the tall guys looked like they were in their thirties and in coarse clothes. There was a steady killing gas between walking.

Long Barton looked at this guy. Your eyes will light up. According to his experience, although the strength of this samurai is unknown. But from his temperament, this guy is definitely a real character who has experienced real life and death, and also has seen blood and killed people!

"Your place name." Longbatten squinted.

"Please call me Lao Yan, my friends call me that." The samurai seemed to hesitate for a while, and his name was simply an nickname. And his accent seems to be a native of Emperor Capital.

Du Wei found that although this guy stopped his chest, he had a strong smell of herbs on his body. It seemed to hurt him?

Lombaton also found out that this self-proclaimed "old smoke" guy had a vaguely bandaged dress on his chest ... and the location of the wound seemed to be ...

"Are you injured?" Longbatten frowned.

"Yes, here it is." Lao Yan pointed at his heart: "But my life is bigger, my heart is born a little bit more than ordinary life."

After speaking, he pulled out the sword and took a breath ...

Oh!

A clear light of swords flashed, and the faint glow of astonishment surprised everyone around!

This is a samurai warrior! That indicates that his samurai level should be at least four!

How could a fourth-level samurai fall into this state?

Yes, this old smoke, he is the "Yulin Army" who was going to be reviewed on the day of the coup.

The guy thinking about the title of "Jazz" before he died.

Click!

An iron rod was chopped into two ends. The old smoke seemed to be breathing, as if the action just dragged the wound. He took a deep breath and looked at Longbottom, but his eyes crossed Longbottom. Falling on Du Wei's body.

After all, he is from the Royal Forest Army, and he can see at a glance who is the real head of the family.

"Can I pass?"

"Yes." Du Wei said, "Please tell me the treatment you are asking, Lord Knight."

"..." Lao Yan was silent for a while, and a look of weariness appeared in his eyes, slowly: "Leave the imperial capital. If you are soliciting people to leave the imperial capital, I am willing to follow you. I just want to leave here. "