“Dear guest…”

My magical "mind reading technique" shocked the audience instantly. Even the bald man who had known for a long time that I was not an ordinary person looked at me in panic, as if in front of him was a human-shaped CT machine, which could see through everyone present from the outside to the inside at a glance.

This illusion of omniscience and omnipotence is a very effective shock. Who can be honest and able to see through your heart and essence at a glance? Who doesn’t have any secrets that don’t want others to know?

From their expressions, I know that they misunderstood my ability to see through the character attributes. In fact, under normal circumstances, I can only see the character's name, age, experience and character characteristics, and other things will not be displayed at all.

The only bald man present made sense because his inner admiration for me had long been seen through! After a while, I saw that his view of me had added another "conquered +5".

The man in gray robe hid himself at the first time. As a spy and envoy, he knew the most secrets of the town and the lord. If all of them were leaked due to his carelessness, he would probably not be able to save his life.

But among the people present, only the old man in the flowery clothes had to stand up and plead for the guard. First of all, he felt that it was normal for everyone to have his own little thoughts. Even if the person in front of him was not as honest as he imagined, it was indeed beyond his expectations - he originally thought that this unprogressive person was lazy and insisted on the job of the slave guard.

The second reason is that he cannot see the current good situation going bankrupt in an instant. Even the difficulties like the lord have passed. Will he be ruined by this idiot in front of him? Then, wouldn’t the business collaborator he finally found have been ruined?

"... Say a fair word, I think he has paid the price of dishonest, and I hope you can give it your best..."

But I grabbed the fat man with one hand and walked around the shack where slaves lived, but I was full of strange characters who were not inferior to the beginning. The most serious one was probably because of food poisoning and was grabbing the soil and stuffing it into my mouth.

"Big... Sir... I really have only... I really didn't lie to you..."

The fat guard's wound on his long butt was still bleeding, and it seemed that it was natural to have a tetanus. But he didn't dare to stop the bleeding, so he begged for me loudly and yelled desperately.

Is there really no normal people here? Is it an abnormal human research center?

I walked around this residential area and suddenly stepped to the side of a low wall. There was a sealed wooden door on the low wall, which was tightly blocked with obstacles from inside, disguised as a dead end. But this place was full of feces and filth, but the corners of this wall were extremely clean. I am afraid that people often came in and out here and cleaned up the problem?

My ability to find hidden doors for RPG games for many years is not fake!

It doesn't matter if the door cannot be opened. I swung my halberd and smashed the low wall of the soil. The building collapsed under the smoke and dust, revealing a gap for passage.

"The slaves you hid should be in this place, right?"

I said to the fat guard secretly, carrying his neck and throwing him into the gap.

Sure enough, there were dozens of slaves of all sizes standing in this place, still in ragged clothes, and the appearance of these people was even more shriveled and thin, and even with varying degrees of physical incompleteness, hiding in the yard with broken hands and feet, trembling, fearing the sudden movement.

But the person in front of him was different from the walking corpse with a blank expression outside. Soon a thin leader came out of the crowd, lay on the ground with a provocation, and said in a humble and sincere tone: "Great Lord, please forgive Lord Visca's behavior... We are just a group of humble slaves and will never cause harm to the territory..."

When I heard this, did I treat me as the lord of the loader collar?

This misunderstanding seems to be very reasonable. I took my followers (old man and bald man) alone, beating the person in charge (fat man) here as if he was no one else. He was wearing exquisite armor like a silver mirror (steel plate armor). His speech was like a tone of incrimination...

I know that not speaking at this time is the best way. As long as I maintain my pressure, their delusions can ferment and reveal their flaws.

This method is actually very useful. You can join hands with a few friends, whisper to someone and then keep silent in secret. Keep such behavior for ten minutes. The person who is prank will be pitiful and will soon be persecuted and paranoid. You feel that you know the secret in his heart and then your spirits will be broken.

I stood in the field and ignored the requests of these slaves - nonsense, I played a lord, how could I talk to the lowly slaves?

So I raised the fat guard in the air, no matter who was fat, and how he kicked the fat feet, he simply used a stone war mask to look at his panicked face without saying a word, allowing him to roar, sometimes beg for forgiveness, sometimes curse, and sometimes cry.

Sure enough, just ten minutes after I stood silently with the slave's slight cry, the fat man's will finally collapsed, and he was sad and had no strength to struggle anymore.

"I...I'll say all..."

He was afraid of my "mind reading skills" at the beginning, but with the idea of ​​confessing to sitting in a vain prison, he always wanted to struggle for the last time. However, when I saw me watching his performance like a clown, I finally burst out all my inner fear, which directly defeated his defense.

Following the description of the Fatty Guardian, I realized that the people in front of me were all natives on this land and were plundered by the loader's collar as slaves.

When they came in, the fat man saw that these people were different from those slaves who were originally pirates and sand bandits. He deliberately lied to them. The lords outside always wanted to kill them all, and only he hid them in the slaves would not be discovered. Once they were disobedient, they would dedicate them to the lord!

As a result, such lies became more and more intense in the hearts of these people, especially after the temporary slave guard who took over to kill their two companions, they believed that what the Fatty said was true - the whole world was ready to harm them, and only the Fatty could protect them!

So these people became slave models who have been around for more than ten years. When other slaves were lying in the fields and slacking off, they tried their best to plant crops and raise animals, fearing that they would not be abandoned if they could not reflect their value.

This fat man is also a talented person. He relied on this group of slaves as the main production force to complete most of the production tasks, and allowed other slaves to expel good coins, keeping a lot of weird things to avoid others from discovering that the slave guard was a beautiful woman.

The fact is also the case. The temporary slave guards did not know that these elite slaves were forced to work every day, and they accidentally aroused the rebellious mentality of elite slaves, which led to almost no harvest and were directly killed.

In this case, no one will covet this position.

But the fat man was not satisfied. He also had to have a rich life. In the fishing team of more than 100 people, only these twenty were really working. Others, as an average of people, consumed the output here. The fat man also took away the rations and made fake accounts, creating an atmosphere of not being able to make ends meet and deceived everyone inside and outside.

"Is this the legendary treacherous Ruozhong? He has deceived so many people, but everyone still thinks he is a good subordinate, a good guard, and a kind-hearted person?" I said to myself, not expecting that reality is far more bizarre than the story.

And a joke suddenly came to my mind.

Someone went to the church to confess: Father, I am guilty...

Father: Tell me, my child, what's wrong?

Someone: During World War II, I hid a Jew who was hunted by the **.

Father: This is a good thing, why do you feel guilty?

Someone: I hid him in the basement of my house, and I asked him to pay me 1,500 francs a day.

Father: This is understandable, are you just repent for this?
Chapter completed!