Sword and Magic and Taxi

　　 The slaves’ residential area was a very crowded and disorderly place, especially after three times the number of staff were squeezed in at once, strict supervision could no longer be established here. Only in the direction of a few exits, the trained desert war lizards used their keen sense of smell to detect everyone, preventing the people inside from escaping, and preventing the masked alliance people from coming in and making ghosts.

　　 Templars are very dependent on their lizards. Most of them have simple spellcasting abilities and are more agile than animals, but no one can maintain a vigilant state all day long, let alone cast spells. When there is a superior to check, every pass will light up the light of detection magic. It is just good-looking and almost useless. The only use is that the light is like a police light, almost as an informant to the slaves and the masked alliance.

　　 When Templars don’t need to publish books, invisibility can trick them. But the ordinary invisibility technique is only a visual effect, it does not conceal the sound, nor does it cover the smell. The vibrations from walking, the temperature changes caused by movement, and the ubiquitous wind will expose the stalker. Therefore, the guards spent great efforts to cultivate and train all kinds of animals, and use their powerful senses to guard against enemies who try to sneak. Most people have no good way to deal with these animals, but druids are obviously not included. Zhao Mai used the animal ignorance technique, and the lizards would ignore him. Then he only needs to find out which guards are lazily resting, and he can pass wherever he goes.

　　 The layout of the temple tower construction site and the slave camp has been thoroughly understood by Zhao Mai for months. Hidden in the dark, carefully bypassing a few guard posts, there were bursts of laughter not far in front, accompanied by bursts of dice. There is a casino in the camp. Not only the guards and the overseers, but sometimes some slaves will also play two to see if they can make more money in their hands. Some people want to ask, how can slaves have money? Templars must always reward their eyeliner, otherwise, how to catch the traitors of the Masked Alliance, how to find the slackers who sneak in the construction?

Most of the slaves who have some money will come here. Apart from this is the only place to receive them, they can experience the joy of winning money and the pain of losing money together with civilians, overseers and low-level officials. I have a momentary illusion that I am also a free man. They will temporarily forget the simple shack, the food that is difficult to swallow and cannot fill their stomachs, the endless work and whipping, and the death that may come at any time.

　　 Recently, the frequency of killing slaves has decreased a little, and even the whipping has been reduced a lot. Maybe the Karak Witch King hopes to keep as many tributes as possible and die together in the end. This is good news for the slaves, but none of this has much to do with Zhao Mai. He disposes of the Ghaith, and finds a supervisor or guard by the way, disguise his own death, and then prepares to leave.

　　Gaisians are not allowed to participate in gambling, especially rolling dice and playing cards. Their eyesight and memory are too good, and most of them have psychic powers, which is like cheating to others. When the casino opened, the Gaisians could only do other entertainment, such as wine and women.

　　 Zhao Mai avoided the guard's sight and at the same time avoided the vigilance of the lizards and entered the "entertainment area." He is here, like other slave eyeliners (informants), he can stand up and shake, and it is best to make a drunken posture. No one will come up to search him, except for those gamblers who have lost all and want to get back some of the capital from the slave. But tonight's gambling game has just begun, and now it is very unlikely to run into such a hapless fool.

　　 A drunk slave walked over, and he kept shaking the small purse in his hand. It was a linen purse sewn with silver thread, and the bone coins inside made a dull crash. I don’t know who he betrayed today, but it seems that he must have done this for the first time: on the one hand, he was not alert to collect money; on the other hand, he drank so fast and was so drunk. To cover up the panic or guilt.

　　 Zhao Mai does not want to get drunk, which would increase the risk of exposure. He wanted to get around, but he didn't expect the other party to jump at him. "You too... so are you?" The man was vague and mixed with garlic. Zhao Mai did not dare to be careless. Although Tai Xi'an ignored him for a long time, Zhao Mai has always guarded against the appearance of the "killer of Tai Xi'an". Coupled with the influence of the spiritual energy brought up by the temple tower for a long time, it is inevitable that the nerves are a little overly nervous.

　　 Zhao Mai focused his thoughts on psychic powers, and then opened his arms forward, as if to catch the opponent. But he imagined that two entangled pipes stretched out from his arms to transport psychic energy to the outside, transforming into a clenched fist.

The psionic fist summoned by 　　 was almost completely transparent, very aggressive, and slammed the drunk's cheek fiercely. With a bang, the drunk’s teeth mixed with blood and alcohol-filled saliva flew out. This thin body of less than a hundred catties leaned back straight, and fell on the sand with a thump, his neck back. Twisted a half circle and hung up.

　　 "Uh, so inadvertently?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, not sure if the opponent was too weak or he was much better than before. He thought about taking two fists back into his body, so the remaining psionic power returned. Psionic energy has the advantage of sending and receiving as you wish. In the case of less emergency, you can absorb the unused energy according to your mind and use it as your own supplement. Later, he looked at the drunk and felt that he couldn't just throw him in the passage. Wouldn't it be bad if he caught attention too early? Zhao Mai wanted to kill an overseer or a templar in disguise, but the drunk was so unlucky that he had to take advantage of it. Zhao Mai picked him up and quickly left the scene of the crime as if carrying a sack.

　　 If it were not for months of hard work, Zhao Mai would not be able to exercise the physical strength to run and jump with the body on his back.

The Ghaith people look alike, but there are only two Ghaith people who are responsible for checking the registered slaves. All the slaves have met with him and have been abused by him to varying degrees, so information like his residence location is simply Is public. Maybe it’s bulging that he believes too much in the protection that slavery brings him, or he is a fool and has no awareness of this. In short, he occupies a separate hut to live in and only has a simple door latch to protect him. Yourself.

　　 The reserve grain circled around the hut, sniffed lightly, and stuck out his tongue, indicating that there was no problem. Zhao Mai put his hand on the door, imagining that he was the T-1000 in the Terminator movie, his body part could slowly penetrate through the gap of the door panel, and recondensed a hand on the opposite side~www.NovelMTL.com ~ Speaking of the most important imagination in psychic powers, I am afraid that the whole Atas is not as messy as Zhao Mai's mind.

　　 According to his own training, the energy from the heart fulfilled his command, and quietly lifted the latch, then quietly opened the door. The bubbling eyes were still asleep, and his eyes, which had no eyelids and never closed, were of no use at this time. Maybe in his sleep, he would have a nightmare: Death quietly walked in through the door, tied the life-threatening noose around his neck, and then slowly tightened it until he took his last breath.

　　 Zhao Mai didn't use such complicated tricks. He looked at the surroundings, and then pierced its throat with a tiled dagger that had been sharpened. At the same time, he used psychic powers to lift the sheet over, covering the struggling head of the Ghaith.

　　He didn't want the Gaither to see his face from beginning to end.

　　 Although it is said that a certain level of psychic powers can find clues in the brain of the dead, the strong like the Witch King should not care about a dead servant. Zhao Mai put his collar on the body of the drunkard, and then took him and most of the money that bubbling eyes. After that, it was the common choice of most "bad guys": set a fire.

　　 This fire doesn't need to be too big, as long as it can be burnt and burn the face of the drunk by the way. When everyone came to raise the sand to fight the fire, Zhao Mai had already slipped through the war lizard's cordon again with the reserve grain, and quietly came to the city of Tyre.

　　 Just as he breathed a long sigh of relief and was about to celebrate his "temporary freedom", a voice suddenly rang from behind him. "Good job. Would you like to mix with me~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ For mobile users, please visit read.