Start as Slave, The Eldest Lady Fell In Love With Me At First Sight

0198: Dangerous People.

At night, a bright moon hangs high in the sky.

Thirty miles away from the imperial capital, there were more than 30 carriages parked on the grass beside a main road.

Each carriage is crowded with about a dozen people, which looks extremely crowded, and there is no extra space for activities.

Thirty or so carriages formed a semi-circle on the grass, leaving a semi-circular gap and a large space in the middle.

There are some slaves locked in the carriage, it is more appropriate to say it is a prison carriage than a carriage.

There are slaves of all shapes and races, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they look dirty and messy.

Fifty knights were scattered around the prison car, half of them stopped to rest in the circle, and the other half started patrolling around the outer circle of the prison car.

Tread

Quentin looked up at a group of knights passing by, and said loudly, "Don't doze off, cheer me up.

He is the third class knight of the Haiba family, and is mainly responsible for escorting these slaves into the imperial capital.

Quentin has a thick beard, four or five scars on the side of his face, and his sharp brown-black eyes are very intimidating.

At this moment, he was resting in the circle surrounded by prison cars, and a bonfire was lit in the middle, and the flickering orange fire was dispersing the night.

"You are still so energetic." Majia couldn't help yawning.

He is the retainer of the Haiba family, that is, the third uncle of 257 Endin Haiba, and the leader of this team.

The bald head is the biggest symbol of Majia, followed by his left hand with a broken little finger, but this does not prevent him from leading the team.

"Crackling..."

The firewood in the campfire was burned to the point of crackling, and occasionally small flames jumped out of the fire.

It went out immediately after falling on the ground, leaving only some fine ash.

"It's the same for adults."

Quentin smiled heartily, swung the wine bag around his waist, and said, "Have a sip."

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to take a good rest after dinner.

Majia took the wine bag, unscrewed it and drank it.

If he hadn't stopped to rest just now, and the logistics hadn't made dinner, he would have gone to sleep in his carriage long ago.

Maga travels on horseback, but he is also accompanied by a carriage, so that he can sleep well at night.

"Your Excellency, you can rest well tonight. There is no one around here. Someone has already checked the surroundings in advance." Quentin said lightly.

"By the way, when can we arrive at the imperial capital?"

Looking at the barbecue in front of the bonfire, Ma Jia couldn't help swallowing his saliva. In order to speed up the journey, he had already consumed a lot of energy.

At this moment, he really wants to drink heavily and eat meat, and fall asleep with another beautiful woman at night.

"Don't worry, my lord, we will arrive at the imperial capital before dark tomorrow."

Quentin also stared at the barbecue in front of the bonfire, and said with a smile, "When this task is completed, I want to have a good drink and have a good time by the way.

Maga touched her head and said with a smile, "Shall I introduce you to some elf slaves?"

"It's definitely a good choice for the adults, but I don't want to spend too much gold on that."

Quentin shook his head with a smile, then raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "When I go back, as long as I reveal my identity as a knight, someone will take the initiative.

"You are really a passionate prodigal son, or the irresponsible kind." Ma Jia joked with a smile.

"Isn't this a good use of identity?" Quentin used this method time and again.

"Speaking of gold coins, how much can we earn from this group of slaves?" Ma Jia glanced at the prison cart curiously.

"Probably not less, we still need to see what's going on around the Colosseum first." Kun rubbed his bushy beard.

"Speaking of the Colosseum, those nasty guys haven't been caught last time." Majia said with a dark face.

"My lord is talking about the second Noble Phantasm Envoy from the Colosseum?"

Seeing Majia nodded, Quentin raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you have any eyebrows at all?"

"No, but I suspect it's the viscount named Buji."

Majia took the (bacb) roast meat handed over by the logistics knight, and took a big bite regardless of the heat.

Quentin also held a skewer of barbecue, and said thoughtfully, "I've heard of this man, and his story is so wonderful that it can be written in a storybook."

"Don't mention this unlucky person, why are there so many prison cars, but only one person is detained in that prison car?"

Majia nudged a prison car diagonally opposite with her bearded chin, took a bite of the barbecue, and asked, "What is his origin?"

"He? Very cruel." Quentin focused on eating meat, he was really hungry.

"Oh?" Majia became interested, picked up a new skewer of barbecue, sat up straight and asked, "Tell me about it."

"He is a sub-human from the tiger clan. He used to be a third-rank knight in Pingdingshan Fortress. Due to a mistake, he inexplicably killed a family of viscount nobles, and was finally arrested."

Quentin's eyes also fell on the prison car, and he continued, "Now I'm going to send it to the Colosseum, otherwise my head would have been chopped off.

"Is there such a thing?" Ma Jia showed a curious expression.

"Don't be curious, my lord. He is a dangerous person. It's better to be careful and try not to get close." Quentin added immediately.

"It's really cruel." Ma Jia nodded slightly.

He knew why this Tiger Clan demihuman was sent to the Colosseum, and it must have been used as an experiment.

Quentin pointed three fingers and said in surprise, "He is worth three thousand gold coins."

In fact, he didn't know much about how these people would be arranged when they were sent to the Colosseum. His usual task was to escort the slaves, and he didn't inquire too much about the rest.

"But that's okay, the family is having a hard time recently, and being deposed is really a big blow. This money can just give the family a breather." Ma Jia said helplessly.

"My lord, don't worry too much, isn't there someone born in my hometown?" Kunmen comforted.

"But my big brother... well, I don't want to say anything more.

Majia suddenly thought of her nephew, and her teeth itched with anger, "It's En Ding, who really failed to accomplish anything, and more than failed."

The family has cultivated people for so long, even some small things are messed up.

"Relax, my lord." Quentin was used to Maga's complaints.

"Our Haiba family has many enemies."

Majia smiled bitterly, looked at the dark forest ahead and joked, "Maybe there are people hiding inside, waiting to attack us."

Quentin glanced at the forest, shook his head and said with a smile, "Impossible, even if it is deposed, the foundation of the Haiba family is still there, so you don't have to worry about it."

Unless it is ten or twenty years later, when the old Patriarch dies, some people will dare to touch the floor.

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