With the old priest's shout, all the knights surrounded him. Not only them, but also the fat caravan escorts rushed over, three layers inside and three layers outside, blocking Junlin.

Walking on the ground, Junlin smiled: "It seems that I am quite valuable? I guess you missed a huge fortune."

The old woman's face turned pale and a little white. Behind her, there was a phantom of a bird of prey, and she was rushing down at any time. The eight knights even held his hands and feet at the same time, not giving him a chance to take action.

Damn, I didn't know he was a voter before, but I actually let him do so for so long that he never used any restrictive measures.

Everyone is scared.

You should know that voters are all systematic. As long as they have points, who knows what can happen?

They also saw that Junlin had only the strength of the Xuan Iron Level before, so they were careless.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Seeing that he was restrained, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief and then became puzzled: "How could there be such a weak voter? What level of candidate are you?"

"Level 3." Junlin replied.

"How could a third-level candidate run to the beast soul plane? Are you lying!" someone shouted.

Junlin replied: "Do you think I want to come here? No, I offended a guy. As a result, when choosing the plane gate, that bastard didn't know what method he used, and actually pushed me into the intermediate plane gate."

Is this kind of thing actually there?

Everyone was stunned.

But thinking about it is reasonable.

Anyone who has dealt with voters knows that the Ascension has a plane in the past, and everyone chooses the one that suits them.

High-level voters cannot go to the lower plane, but low-level voters can go to the higher plane.

Therefore, there are many arrogant people who want to challenge the limits. Level 3 and 4 candidates will go to the intermediate plane to get a vote. This is completely compliant and only calculates based on low-level planes. In theory, if you can work hard on the intermediate plane once or twice, your future growth will be unlimited.

But it's just that I'm framed like this and I'm still the first time I've encountered it.

Having said that, they have not actually met voters a few times.

"So you're actually a bad guy? But what about the other voters?"

"They are being hunted by the beasts, and I don't know what's going on now. I don't have friends, only one, no one to save me, and I'm desperate." Junlin sighed: "I hope this place is a plane that is friendly to voters."

Priest Jaline chuckled: "Then you are really disappointed."

The captain of the Knights next to him said: "It is a big deal for the voters to enter the plane, and I inform the city lord that he may be able to make a great contribution."

"Hey, hey, listen to me." Kuchman said: "Why should I notify the city lord? Haven't the voters been dispersed by the beasts? This is an opportunity! Guys, the voters are worth a lot of money! Some of the great nobles are willing to pay high prices for them."

Everyone was moved when they heard this.

Kuchman said: "You go find those voters, hunt them, and get rich as long as you catch one! I am willing to pay a high price!"

"What price are you paying?" asked Priest Jaline.

"The eighth level candidate is one of two thousand gold souls, and each level is reduced by 300."

"Come on." Priest Jerene disdained: "The voters are much more cunning than Warcraft. The candidates of level five are two thousand, and each level is added to five hundred!"

"This is too expensive." Kuchman shook his head.

"There are also great risks. Also, you'd better not waste time and miss opportunities, as those voters will be difficult to find."

After thinking about it, Kuchman said cruelly: "Okay, but you have to give me this cheaper. I will give you fifty golden souls."

"Three hundred! No matter what, this is a voter!" Priest Jerene said viciously.

"Two hundred, you have to give me some profit."

"I would rather sell it myself."

"Come on, can you enter the city? Don't forget that you robbed the convoy of the Bauhinia family. They have not let you go. Of course, if you are willing to give up the hen who can lay eggs and notify the city lord directly, you may be exempted from guilt, but is this worth it?"

"That's why you don't let us report? Let's continue to be wanted before you can accept your exploitation?" Priest Jerene sneered.

Kuchman smiled and said, "Unless you are sure not to cause trouble in your life, do not break the law, and do not offend any nobles, there is no point in cleaning up the charges."

"Well, that's what he said." Priest Jerene sneered, looked at King Landing, and said, "Two hundred and twenty golden souls, he is yours."

"Trade!" Kuchman has captured Junlin.

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Now King's Landing is a prisoner of the caravan.

He was locked in a specially made cage, with his hands and feet shackles.

The caravan headed westward and sat in the car. Jun Lin squinted his eyes as if he was asleep.

The caravan guards looked at him nervously at first, but when they saw that he was still cooperative, they gradually felt relieved.

When it was getting late, the convoy stopped by a river beach.

Big fat Kuchman came over and waved his hand, "Put him down, I want to have a good chat with my voter guy."

Several guards put down King's Landing.

Let the guards go farther, Kuchman sat opposite King's Landing: "I think we can talk openly and honestly."

"What do you want to talk about?" Jun Lin asked.

"Open your dimensional skin." Kuchman said.

King Lin smiled.

Kuchman shook his head: "You don't really think I'm even ignoring the most terrifying thing about the voters, do you know what you have, even if you don't seem to have any chance at all, you have the chance to turn things around with the help of the system."

"Then you should pay attention to this sooner."

"Jerine is a cunning old woman, I have to be more careful about her." Kuchman smiled and said, "Of course I'm a little prepared, anyway, don't try to escape from me."

After thinking about it, Junlin opened the dimensional skin.

Kuchman reached in and began to pick up things out.

"Hell, why are you just that?" Looking at King Lin's Kouch, Kuchman was a little surprised.

A glove, a pair of shackles, a technology-type communicator, a mobile phone, a box of bullets, a bottle of blood, and a dead head.

Kuchman picked up the dead head and looked at it carefully. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything strange.

He asked strangely: "What are you doing for collecting a dead man's head?"

"I want to keep my beloved person by my side." Junlin replied with a smile.

"But this is a man's head."

"Well, so... you know." Junlin replied.

Kuchman looked at Junlin in surprise, and then continued to look at the things in his hand: "Where is this blood?"

"That blood is poisonous, I suggest you don't open it." Junlin decided to tell the truth.

It’s better to have fun once it is opened.

Hearing this, Kuchman also became careful. He put away the blood bottle and shouted, "Abro, come and take a look."

The escort leader named Abro came over.

Kuchman threw the gloves to him: "Put it."

Abro put it on himself and his hands began to emit light.

He said in a deep voice: "A lightning amplification glove... Huh? Can I actually use it?"

System equipment is only available to voters.

But now, this glove can be used by natives.

"Yes, this is not a system equipment." Kuchman looked at Junlin and picked up the shackles: "And this is fantasy equipment. Interestingly, a third-level candidate has only two pieces of equipment, one is non-system equipment, and the other is obviously non-combat equipment... Oh, hell!"

He looked at Jun Lin in surprise: "Are you an autologous evolver?"
Chapter completed!