I looked at Tiger's raised butt without doing anything, endured the discomfort in my heart, and imitated his movements and touched his buttocks. At this time, the entire "Winter Prayer" code was completely handed over.

"Do you have any instructions, Your Excellency?"

Tiger changed his cold attitude and became enthusiastic.

"Emmm, before that, I'm curious about how you, a knight, managed to kill so many people and look like this... ghastly?"

I casually glanced at the human skin fluttering in the wind, feeling a slight discomfort in my heart.

"That was done by Audi, it's none of my business..."

Tiger shook his head and smiled bitterly. It seemed that the human head and human skin were not what he wanted.

"Audi?" He looked suspicious.

Another name I have never heard of.

"Audi, come out for a while, don't stay in there all day long!"

Tiger said hello, and after a while, noisy footsteps sounded, and a handsome knight with blond hair and red eyes walked out of the house.

He has a pure aura of holy light on his body.

He recognized it at a glance without any hesitation. Isn't this knight one of the ten bright paladins under the command of King Winter?

But.

How could the righteous and brave Paladin of Light do such a perverted thing...

The first thing I didn't know was that Tiger was lying, but he still asked:

"Did you make all this nonsense?"

The Paladin of Light nodded very honestly and admitted it directly.

"To punish the evil in the darkness, we should naturally use more vicious methods, so that we can deter the evil. And I don't know why, but I feel that doing these things is very convenient."

That must be convenient...

I feel like I've solved the case if I don't do anything about it.

These Paladins of Light were all death knights before they were transformed. They were serious evil factions. Skinning a person, forging a Jingguan, etc. were all basic operations.

"This city is full of evil. I can smell the disgusting smell of evil!"

The Paladin of Light narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered, not knowing how he felt the so-called evil aura.

Maybe there is an antenna hidden in the bodies of these Paladins of Light...

After settling his curiosity and returning to business, he ignored the nervous Paladin of Light and turned to Tiger and asked:

"Do you know where slaves are sold in this huge market? It is His Majesty's mission to find slaves of elves and demi-humans."

Upon hearing that it was His Majesty's mission, Tiger's expression became more serious.

As a top spy trained by Aarons, the most important belief in his heart is to serve His Majesty the Winter King and be loyal to His Majesty the Winter King.

It is his honor to be able to share the worries of His Majesty Winter.

"There are only three channels for you to buy slaves. The easiest is to buy them from slave traders. However, there are some slaves that you cannot buy."

"For example, slaves who have been reserved by some nobles, slaves who have been selected into the auction house, and slaves who have been sent to the arena."

As Tiger spoke, he took out a roll of parchment from the leather pocket on his waist, then picked up a pen and started writing on it.

Soon a list and a simple map appeared on the parchment.

Tiger pushed the parchment in front of the innocent person, pointed at the name and map on the parchment and introduced in a low voice:

"These names belong to all slave traders. I will give you a badge later. If you show this badge when trading slaves, those slave traders will not rip you off and will give you a fair price."

Then Tiger pointed to the corner of the map, which was a triangular building, very close to the market where they were now.

"This is an auction house.

There is an auction tonight at nine o'clock.

As far as I know, there will be more than ten demi-human and elf slave girls inside.

However, buying them requires not only money, but also sufficient identity and background."

"Isn't it true that the highest bidder wins the auction? Why do we need sufficient identity and background?" Before Bu Shi could speak, someone who called me Alin asked the question one step ahead.

"It's true that the highest bidder gets it." Tiger did not deny this. He shrugged and said:

"But if you are bidding with some wealthy businessmen or nobles in the royal capital, knights or assassins may come out of nowhere and kill you from behind in the auction house.

My neck was wiped..."

"Of course, if you have enough identity background, this matter will not happen, and everything will proceed according to the normal auction process."

The player representatives looked at each other. They have lived in this continent for a while, and this is the first time they have heard of such a ridiculous auction.

"Then do you have a way to solve the identity and background issues for us?"

He did not do anything and pinned his hopes on Tiger.

"Yes, and no." Tiger shook his head, and then continued:

"Whether you can obtain this identity depends on you."

"Three hours later, Boonnet, a baron from the royal capital of Kalanli, will pass by Northwest Street."

"He is surrounded by twelve knights as guards. If you can get rid of him and replace him, everything will be solved."

"You only have one chance. There is a section of Northwest Street with almost no people. This section of road is about ten meters long. It only takes Boonnet and his knights three seconds to pass it on horseback."

Tiger pointed at the map and spoke solemnly.

"It's done." He didn't think about it for a while and made a decision immediately.

There are only twelve knights, and with the current level of their players, they will not take them seriously at all.

"Then in the end there are only the female slaves who were booked in advance by the big nobles and the female slaves in the gladiatorial arena. The female slaves who were booked in advance are also in the auction house, but they are not for sale." M.

"But the auction house will display them as a gimmick and create a fake auction."

"Those big nobles will 'buy' these female slaves at very high prices, not only to show their financial strength, but also to improve their connections."

"It's really hypocritical." He muttered indifferently.

"Yes, this has almost become an unspoken rule of the royal capital's auction. The auction is protected by these great nobles, and these reserved female slaves are only one of the most basic protection fees."

"Then how do we take these female slaves away?"

Call me Alin and asked again.

"You have no way to rely on money to take these female slaves away. The auction house will not sell them to you, and the nobles behind the arena are not short of money."

"He just wants to watch these female slaves die in the gladiatorial arena, watch them be eaten by monsters, and be tortured by savage orcs!"

Tiger picked up the pen and drew a circle on a circular building. Then he stuffed the entire parchment into his hands and sighed:

"You can only rob these elves and demihuman slave girls..."

"And do it quickly!"

[Information that can be skipped]

As the core of Winter City's intelligence organization, Aarons has a total of 99 secret lines under his command.

They are collectively known as the Greyhawks.

With the financial and military support of King Winter.

These hidden lines spread throughout the kingdoms of the Northern Continent.

They may be unknown hunters, wealthy businessmen, or even just beggars with downcast eyebrows on the street.

Each dark line has its own unique title.

They are good at acting and have mastered the art of disguise under the careful training of Aarons.

Usually they hide in the crowd and live their own lives like normal people.

They will also start a family and have their own wives and children. If the Winter King does not need them, they will spend their whole lives in silence like this.

However, when they are needed.

After the "Winter Prayer" code connection.
Chapter completed!