As soon as the idea emerged, the wild instinct in his blood gave him a piece of advice that forced him to suppress the impulse of betrayal:
The more beautiful it is, the more dangerous it is.
The mixed-race man whose body has not yet developed enough to perform human functions is lucky, and has never experienced the trembling pleasure of embracing the body of the opposite sex. His physical and mental immaturity prevents him from avoiding the trap of lust, and does not behave in front of the blood-red witch like men who have lost their virginity.
Even more submissive than a domestic dog.
Will this woman really do such a useless thing? Will the slave merchant be willing to listen to her? There is no guarantee at all in these things.
Multiple-choice questions still exist, and the distress and suffering of how to answer them increases as time goes by.[
"My time is not limited, please hurry up."
The witch told the truth, and behind her frivolous smile, the men echoed with obscene voices, which made the half-breed even more disgusted and irritated.
"Will you keep your promise?"
The chestnut-haired boy holding the stick spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, and the men had a clear sense of immediacy about this beginning.
Scenes from the past are unearthed from memory, blood, betrayal, stupidity, despair, irony... Various plots used to satisfy the morbid entertainment needs seem to be staged again. Men engaged in moral work expect to bring about different things from the past.
Stimulate, so as to support them to continue this tedious work, now——
"Of course, I have set the rules of the game. If you don't abide by them, won't the excitement and fun of the game be gone?"
Salome smiled slightly, filled with lies and betrayal, and spoke the lines openly and freely, wearing the coat of "credibility".
"But you can also overturn the rules you proposed. Repudiation is just a matter of words. Without any meaningful guarantee, the so-called [game] cannot be established."
Roland's calm counterattack blew away the toxins spread by the witch in the air. The distorted gazes of the adults, the cowering in the cage, and the envious eyes were all directed at Roland in an instant, and they were fixed on the pale boy.
Gambling against a guy who makes the rules and is both a referee and bookmaker will result in you losing your pants.
Salome could let a person leave, but the slave trader's guards would quickly recapture that person and hand him over to the witch again. At that time, as long as she said "It was someone else who captured the person", she would still be abiding by the game.
rule.
The person who put forward this reason to refute is just an adult with rich social experience. A 5-year-old boy who is still a scheduled [sex slave] and [commodity] cannot be simply classified as smart if he speaks clearly and coherently.
.
"Do you think you have the final say now?"
A light, dismissive blow regained the dominance. The witch put her index finger on her lips, chuckled, and continued:
"The worst-case scenario is that neither of us can leave. It's a pity, but there's nothing we can do about that, right? Okay, forget about your impractical and childish ideas, and honestly go back to the [Choice] game.
"
"I said, I don't choose between the answers given by others!"
Irreversible anger and disgust emerged from the transparent purple eyes. It pointed directly at the witch who used temptation and coercion to open people's hearts, teased her insides, and even her eyelids that were so heavy that they were about to collapse could not stop her determination that shone like stars.
"Is it self-esteem...? It seems very beautiful and attractive, but it's a pity that it can't be supported by something as trivial as helping you hold your weapon tightly?"
Laughter tickled the eardrums, and fatigue further covered the consciousness with a thin layer of sand. The hard-soled heels tapped on the stone tile floor, making a shocking sound that shocked the brain. When he belatedly realized that Salome wanted to get closer,
The distance between them has been shortened to less than three steps.[
He bit the tip of his tongue again, and the pain of almost adapting brought him to consciousness again. In order to intimidate the woman, he continued to approach. He gave the command to unfold the lightsaber to the weapon in his hand, but the short stick remained motionless as if dead.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill enveloped Roland's body and mind.
"Magic props are driven by mana, which reacts to intensely focused [thoughts]. After staying in a cage for so long, your body and mind have already reached the limit, right? In the past, you could use a linking spell to launch a powerful shot
Magical attacks are already quite remarkable. Unfortunately, miracles cannot be repeated or continued."
A sneer that saw through the truth was inserted into Roland's chest. Before he could make any further remedial action, a gray shadow that was faster than dynamic vision jumped out beside him. Five silver arcs of light with murderous intent that stung the skin were only forced towards the woman's white neck.
"That's the wrong thing to do."
The words to educate the child were delivered in a teasing tone, and the warm and slender palms as condensed as gems or expensive porcelain strangled the throat of the mixed-race child. It was completely unexpected that it was the strength of a woman's arms that threw the boy back to where he was.
"It's so shameful for boys to use their fingernails to fight, isn't it? That kind of thing is reserved for ladies. Even if it comes, at least it has to be like this, right?"
The four nails on the right hand except the thumb grew at a speed visible to the naked eye - or it could be described more appropriately as "deformation". The cuticle that originally only covered and protected the back of the fingertips transformed into a 30 cm long arc-shaped vicious knife in the blink of an eye.
, the surface is glowing with a chilling blue reflected light.
There is no such bizarre growth among natural creatures, and there is no physiological function for poisonous species to instantly grow poisonous claws.
"Cough...cough...strengthening magic?"
"Oh. As expected, I am half barbarian. I am quite familiar with this type of magic."
Natural biological power can do it, but intelligent species can use the power of magic and mana to quickly grow their nails and harden them into weapons that cut bones and flesh. They can also secrete synthetic toxins on the surface that seal the throat with blood.
Whether it was her verbal behavior or her incredible strengthening magic, the woman in front of her showed an image that fit the awe-inspiring title of "Witch".
"Now you finally understand? There is nothing you can do except play games."
Withdrawing the sharp blade of his nails, he pinched Roland's wrist with his deft fingers. Under the strange squeeze, his slightly purple palm held the weapon again, and the last bit of hope fell into the hands of the witch in unwillingness and pain.
Vince, who escaped from the child's kidnapping, hurriedly ran away. The jailer who wanted to join his companions was turned away by a bunch of flaming cold eyes because of the stench of incontinent filth and a series of stupid and cowardly performances before, and finally shrank in despair.
Go into the corner.
No one continued to waste their energy on this frustrated waste. The men concentrated on the three people in the center of the stage, waiting for the climax of the performance.
Whoever betrays first will be betrayed.
What would the traitor look like, and how would the betrayed brat behave?
They waited with bated breath to see the moment when the ugliness was exposed.
"Are you sure you won't change the rules of the game?"
"That's right, I'm satisfied as long as I see the results of my choices clearly, and I'm not interested in doing unnecessary things."[
"Where are the ambush, traps, and cavalry?"
"Nothing. I can also guarantee that I won't follow you in person. Okay, tell me the answer quickly."
Like a young girl in love, Salome caressed her ear, her innocent and lovely movements making people wonder.
"He (me) is the one who is going to stay!"
Two fingers point to one place - a boy with chestnut hair and purple eyes...)