Chapter 38 My rules are the rules

"That..."

Seeing Renée hesitating, Mu An spouted nonsense.

"What's wrong? Do you want to resurrect him just to kill him a few more times?"

"I've heard that priests have resurrection magic, but you are of the Elven Race, so resurrection magic shouldn't be your specialty, right?"

"Or can you enforce the law across professions?"

"Oi, young lady, if you have any good stuff, don't hide it... Heh heh heh, show it to me quickly!"

[Resurrection magic? Specialty? Enforcing the law?]

[What is all this nonsense?]

Renée was dizzy from the man's erratic train of thought and the pile of terms she couldn't understand.

She shook her head frantically, as if trying to shake off those messy thoughts, and pulled the topic back to the main point.

"I didn't mean any of that messy stuff; I wanted to ask... will there be trouble if we kill him?"

"What trouble is there? It's just a matter of one gunshot. If one shot isn't enough, just fire another, right?"

"I mean, this guy's identity might be a teammate of the Lord Hero. If we kill him, will it..."

"If you don't say anything and I don't say anything, who would know?"

Mu An shrugged indifferently.

Renée silently cast her gaze toward the many slaves trapped in the cages around them.

The meaning she wanted to convey was self-evident.

The man smiled, revealing his teeth.

"If it really comes to that... just 'slaughter' them all."

"Hiss—isn't that a bit too cruel?"

Renée's expression stiffened, and she couldn't help but gasp.

It was just that the terrible and disgusting smell in the surroundings made her unable to help but retch.

Suddenly, she felt that Raul was truly detestable.

Not only did he kidnap her, a noble princess, to such a terrible place, but he also threw her onto a rotten haystack filled with the smell of excrement.

How could she, who had always loved cleanliness, endure this?

What was most bastardly of all was that the other party had threatened her with the lives of the Elven Race, indirectly causing her to use a secret technique with a huge price to resist.

Had it not been for Mu An's timely rescue, she might have been ruined for the rest of her life.

Looking back now, that guy Raul was indeed extremely sinful and deserved to die.

Perhaps, just as Mu An said, if she really knew any resurrection magic, she would definitely resurrect Raul repeatedly and whip his corpse repeatedly!

Mu An didn't know that the young girl had gone through such a long mental journey in such a short time.

The man chuckled and joked, "I'm joking! I just took out a villain who was doing evil things. The Lord Hero wouldn't be so unreasonable, right?"

"Maybe that so-called Lord Hero is just a fake, and the real Lord Hero is standing right in front of you!"

[You are... Lord Hero?]

[If you were Lord Hero, then I'm afraid I'm the Reincarnation of a Goddess?]

Renée didn't speak, just looked at Mu An strangely.

She still held a skeptical attitude toward this in her heart.

Soon, under Nina's 'friendly reminder', the Slave Trader Deere 'volunteered' to trade the freedom of all the imprisoned Elven Race members in exchange for his own life.

He was having a terrible run of luck this time.

Normally, with Slave Trader Deere's status, he would definitely have some trump cards when out and about.

It was just that after seeing Nina blow away his hard-earned level 49 werewolf slave with one shot, Slave Trader Deere's vision instantly cleared.

It was as if he had 'evolved' directly from a vicious wolf king into a 'harmless' husky.

Not only was he very sensible and immediately knelt down in tears, but he also frantically promised to swear to the Goddess that he would not leak anything that happened today.

"Behave yourself!"

Nina wouldn't be polite to such a bad guy and kicked the Slave Trader Deere to the ground.

In front of her boss, this heinous guy didn't even have the qualifications to stand!

"Nina, please don't reward that fat pig!"

Mu An specially reminded her.

His excellent employee's fragrant, soft little feet were not meant to step on those dirty rats crawling in the sewers.

Ahem... even if they were to step on something, it should be stepping on his, this boss's... back.

Of course, just a simple massage to relax the body and mind.

As for the overtime pay... hmm, let's give Nina an extra meal!

[I really am a kind boss!]

Mu An silently gave himself a like for his generosity.

"Oh—"

The young girl blinked innocently.

At the same time, she was seriously thinking about whether the word 'reward' had any other special meanings.

Unlike the serious work communication (flirting) between Mu An and his employee Nina, Slave Trader Deere, whose life was held in someone else's hands, was trembling with fear, his voice stuttering.

"Y-you guys can't go back on your word."

"You agreed that if I released those Elven Race members, you would spare me!"

"Great Goddess above, those who break their oaths have to swallow ten thousand silver needles!"

Mu An smiled and patted Slave Trader Deere's chubby pancake face with the magic desert eagle.

"Goddess? Sorry, I'm a new-era model youth, I don't believe in that stuff."

"Besides, what does what my employee promised you have to do with me?"

Slave Trader Deere was dumbfounded.

What do you mean the things your employee promised don't count?

You can play like that?

He had thought that as a slave trader, he was already cunning enough.

But in front of this man, he felt like an ignorant child, completely insignificant!

Being slapped on the cheek by the cold and strange alchemy tool, Slave Trader Deere was almost about to lose control of his bladder on the spot.

It was precisely because he had just witnessed the power of this thing that he was even more afraid in his heart.

Even the level 49 werewolf couldn't withstand it.

He himself was just an ordinary person who barely reached level 21 with magic potions, so he didn't even need to think about the consequences of being hit!

"Y-you guys can't do this... how can you not keep your word when you're out in the world..."

"Money! I have a lot of money! I'll buy my life with money, is that okay?!"

Slave Trader Deere was starting to talk nonsense.

At this moment, Mu An suddenly spoke.

"How about this! I'm not an unreasonable person. As long as you answer one question correctly, I will let you go."

Hearing this, hope for survival instantly ignited in Slave Trader Deere's eyes again.

"What question?"

"Pork, chicken, duck, guess which meat I don't like to eat?"

The man said with a smile.

Gulp—Slave Trader Deere couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

[Pork, chicken, duck, choose one out of three?]

[Does that mean my chance of living is one-third?]

"I'll give you ten seconds to answer."

The man's words were like the whisper of a demon in his ear.

Slave Trader Deere was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kept muttering 'pork, chicken, duck' in his heart, trying to see if there was any difference between the three.

"Ten... nine... four..."

Slave Trader Deere: ?!

Slave Trader Deere felt like he was going to go crazy.

Shouldn't the number after ten and nine be 'eight'?

How did it jump to 'four' all of a sudden?

"Three... two..."

Mu An didn't care about those things, he continued to apply pressure, the magic desert eagle in his hand already loaded.

That crisp sound was like the scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper, waiting for the moment the countdown ended to swing down mercilessly.

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