I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 292 Counterattack! (five thousand)

"Xilulu——"

The sound of horses neighing came and went.

The carriage rumbled and shook, and you could feel the heavy cargo moving, then stopped and became still.

Anlos woke up from his drowsiness.

He straightened up from the thatch he was leaning on, yawned, and rubbed his eyes with his hands tied with a thick hemp rope.

When the sourness and stinging rise from the eyeballs.

Only then did he realize how dirty his hands were, covered in layers of old paint stains.

Oh~
Anlos looked at the dirt in his fingernails with disgust.

Instinctively, I wanted to take the handkerchief and touched it again, but I only felt the rough and thin coat.

The cold wind poured in from the gaps in the wooden boards, and it was at this moment that Anlos finally woke up.

Oh - it turns out he is no longer "him".

But the poor young painter, Paul.

The carriage stopped, presumably at the main city of Stentino Empire.

Anlos looked out through the narrow window and saw houses and buildings standing on both sides of the brick and stone streets in the snow.

I don't know if it's because of the heavy snow, but these houses look lifeless and the atmosphere is very solemn.

Just like the people who bow their heads in silence facing the cemetery at a funeral, they face the street.

If you compare it with Red Rose Empire.

The main urban area here is similar to the outskirts of Red Rose, desolate and silent.

Anlos pressed himself against the window, wanting to see if any " dignitaries " would come out to meet him.

at this time.

In the carriage, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded:

"I recognize you. You are the boy named Paul."

Anros looked back and unexpectedly met a circle of pitying eyes.

It was a novel experience to be pitied by a poor slave.

The speaker was a skinny man.

Unkempt, gray-faced, with sunken eye sockets, as if filled with sorrow and numbness.

The man looked at Anlos, let out a long sigh, and murmured: "What a beast! He doesn't even let the children go."

"Don't think too much, you won't be able to escape if you fall into their hands."

It turned out that they misunderstood Anlos' action of pressing against the window as wanting to escape.

"Can't escape?" Anlos was a little curious, so he asked, "I think he didn't close the door tightly, and just got a wooden board stuck. Can't he break it and run away?"

"Ha," the man sneered, "You have also seen how big their people are. They are all tall and thick. How can we guys who are not well-fed and not warmly clothed be able to resist!"

"Especially the guy who escorted you here seems to be named 'Faerun'."

"That man looks like a bear, and his eyes look like that!"

"I have never seen any man as majestic and ferocious as him!"

"I have no doubt that he will wring your neck like a chicken's neck before you can break the car door and get out!"

The man glared and threatened, but failed to see "Paul's" scared look.

He just had an interested expression on his face, as if a child was listening to a story.

".I see, you are really messing with your old paint like crazy."

The man muttered.

He curled up, hugged his calves with his arms, and stopped talking.

Presumably, in their eyes.

The boy who didn't even have enough to eat still wanted to paint. He was really crazy and obsessed.

Anlos just smiled and said nothing.

Since he came through Paul's painting.

That shows that the child has begun to show his talent in painting.

Just waiting for an opportunity to discover.

"Alas, poor child," another young woman sighed, waving to Anlos, "Come here, let's see how cold you are."

She had high breasts, maybe because she had just given birth, and her figure was relatively plump. Her cheeks showed a kind and kind look that could only be seen after nurturing children.

Anlos' smile deepened.

He shook his head gently and declined the kindness of this poor man who also had a bleak future.

suddenly.

Anlos' ears trembled and he immediately put his ears against the cold window.

His excellent hearing allowed him to hear voices outside the carriage.

A middle-aged man who was effeminate and extremely arrogant said:

"Hmm~ I hope you didn't mix sand into the food and pass it off as inferior quality!"

"Hi, distinguished financier! I will rely on you more in the future, how dare you!"

A flattering voice replied, it should be someone from the caravan.

Treasurer?
Anlos' eyes suddenly lit up.

If he is an important member of the country, does that mean he has the opportunity to contact the king? !

You have to find a way to let him take you back
Thinking of this, Anlos walked to the door of the carriage on his knees, raised his hand and pushed it.

Yeah, pretty solid.

The wooden boards outside firmly blocked the door.

If it were an ordinary person, it would take a strong man to push through in such a narrow space.

Seeing his actions, the other slaves became nervous.

"Hey! Boy, what do you want to do?!"

The man who started talking lowered his voice and shouted:
"Are you crazy? With your small body, it's impossible to knock it away! Stop dreaming-"

The words have not yet fallen.

There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the door flew out completely!

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and there was deathly silence!
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The man's mouth was wide open, his unfinished words stuck in his throat, and he stared at the thin "Paul" in shock.

He saw Paul's hands raised in front of him, maintaining the "pushing" motion.

He didn't even take a breath, as if he didn't use any force at all!
Turning his head, that innocent look seemed to say:

I just pushed it gently and the door fell by itself~
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, you would have seen the door flying out.

Men will definitely believe it.

I think it's a door panel issue.

However, the broken door panel was still lying nearby!
Your expression is not convincing at all!
The poor people's brains were in chaos. They stared at "Paul" in disbelief and were speechless.

at this time.

A burst of noisy shouts and footsteps restored their consciousness:
"What happened?!"

"Holy shit! Why did the door panel fly out?! It even broke into two pieces!"

"Damn it! The slave escaped!"

Fierce faces appeared outside the carriage.

The leader is none other than the most terrifying "Faerun".

Seeing this bear-like man, the slaves huddled in fear, closed their eyes, and waited for the coming beating.

however--

Fearon just stretched out his big hand, grabbed "Paul" at the door alone, pulled him out of the car, turned around and said roughly:

"This kid wants to escape."

The caravan companions said angrily: "This damn brat! He's just causing us trouble!"

Then, he glared fiercely at the slaves in the carriage and said:
"That kid alone can't open the door! There are definitely accomplices!"

He showed no mercy to these trembling slaves.

Only facing the pleasure of controlling life and death like an animal.

He cursed, took off the riding crop from his waist, and raised his hand to whip it away!

Suddenly, a hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed his wrist like an iron pincer!
"Uh-huh!" the businessman screamed, staring at Feren in surprise and anger, and cursed, "Are you fucking crazy?! You almost broke my wrist!"

Faerun remained unmoved, looking down at him from above with emotionless eyes, without saying a word.

"."

The businessman swallowed.

For some reason, I suddenly felt a surge of fear from the bottom of my heart.

During the stalemate between the two, Lieba walked up and angrily said:
"The distinguished treasurer is still waiting! Why don't you two stop!"

Feilun's eyes trembled slightly, and he quickly and covertly glanced down at the young man's hair, and then let go of his hand.

The businessman reached the steps and quickly took back his painfully swollen hand.

He spat at Faerun angrily, cursed his nerves, and then hurried away as if running away.

"...I remember," Lieba squinted at Faerun and seemed to say casually, "You didn't care so much about slaves before."

Phelan: "Then was then, and the present is now."

Lieba: "."

He was choked and fell on his back, furious.

When he was about to question, a voice he absolutely didn't want to hear came from behind:
"Oh~ You are so noisy, how unbecoming it is."

——It is the financial officer.

Lieba took a deep breath. When he turned his head, the impatience and irritability on his face had all turned into flattery and flattery.

But what he didn't see was.

The young slave under Faerun's lips curled up slightly the moment he saw the financial officer.

"Sorry to bother you," Lieba said, "it's just a disobedient little slave who escaped."

"Hmm?"

The quaestor blew out a breath from his nose.

He is a tall and thin man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a smooth mustache.

The chin is always held high, and he is meticulous from beginning to end, as if he is afraid that others will not know, and the words "I am a superior person" are written all over his body.

The financial officer rolled his eyes slightly, and his gaze fell on the young man behind Lieba.

This was meant to be a contemptuous glance.

However, the moment he came into contact with the young man's eyes, he paused.

It was like a black hole, slowly rotating, sucking in all his vision, consciousness, thoughts and even reason.

Those eyes had a unique magic power that deeply attracted the financial officer.

"I"

The financial officer murmured, his eyes dull.

"what?"

Lieba came closer and listened to the distinguished financial officer say word by word:
"I I want this slave!"

Hearing this, Lieba was completely stunned!
As if struck by lightning, he froze in place.

Staring at the financial officer in shock, he almost doubted his own ears!
This financial officer, who had always been aloof and despised them as inferiors, actually asked for a dirty slave? ! !
This, how is this possible? ! ! Lieba suddenly turned his head and glared at the young slave held by Feilun.

Looking left and right, I couldn't tell what was it about that plain face that attracted the extremely picky financial officer.

"S-Sir." Lieba rubbed his hands and said nervously, "You, you really want this kid? This kid is dirty. Don't let him get any more infectious diseases or anything like that-"

The words are not finished yet.

Just listen to a crisp "pop" sound.

In full view of everyone, the financial officer slapped Lieba on the face, knocking his head away!

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In the dead silence, the treasurer took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands in disgust, then threw the handkerchief on the ground.

Three words squeezed out from between the teeth:

"Do not talk nonsense."

"."

Make some space.

Lieba's face was on fire.

Not because it hurts, but because it’s so humiliating!

Grandma, if you weren't the financial officer, I would have killed you with one shot!

pity.

He is indeed the quaestor.

Lieba could only break his teeth and swallow it. He suppressed his anger and forced out a flattering smile: "Sorry, sir."

Then, he turned his head and suddenly changed his face.

He glared at the young man fiercely: "Come here quickly! Let the adults wait!"

With that said, he stretched out his hand to pull the young man over.

At this moment, Feilun blocked his movement, and at the same time let go of the young man, letting him walk over and stand in front of the financial officer.

Lieba: "."

He stared and looked up at the expressionless Faerun in surprise, a dark color flashing in his eyes.

When the financial officer saw Anros, he grinned an obsessed and disgusting smile.

He raised his hand and caressed Anlos' face, murmuring:

"What a lovely child, I will love you very much."

"."

Anros still looked timid.

He just rolled his eyes slightly and fell on the salty hand on his face, revealing a frightening cold light.

Haha, what a stroke of luck.

He just pushed the situation a little, but unexpectedly, he actually caught a copper smelter.

Knock out and cancel.

Just kill them.

The financial officer had no idea that his fate had come to an end because of one of his actions.

After counting the supplies, he couldn't wait to take Anros into the carriage and hurried to his mansion.

the other side.

Watching his master's carriage go away, "Faerun" breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really suffocating to stay in the same space as the owner.
at this time.

Lieba beside him suddenly came to his senses, took out a cigarette as if casually, tilted his head towards the entrance of the alley not far away, and said:
"Hey man, that sissy is so fucking annoying."

"I'm going over there to smoke a cigarette and feel free again. Do you want to come with me?"

"Haha!" The companions beside him immediately laughed, "Are you a little brat, Leba? Are you going to compete with others on who can pee farther?"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Lieba roared angrily, staring at Faerun with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness.

His right hand was always in his pocket.

"Faerun" looked down at Lieba, this stupid human being, and suddenly a beast-like grin appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Haha, okay, let's go."

Say it.

Then he took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Lieba was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, raised his feet and followed him.

Enter the alley.

There was no human figure inside, just a trash can covered with snow.

despair.

"Faerun" turned his back to Lieba, stopped and turned around——

"boom!"

A huge sound resounded in the alley!
The shock caused the snow on the wall to fall down.

pat.

A pool of liquid splashed from the belly of "Faerun" into the snow.

"Sorry, old man."

Lieba's cold voice sounded from behind, and in his hand was a revolver!
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at "Faerun", and a wisp of green smoke came out of it.

Obvious.

It was Lieba who fired just now, hitting "Faerun" in the abdomen from behind.

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"Faylan" who was shot bent over, covering his abdomen, turned around slowly, and looked at the pistol with a mottled shell.

Looking closely, there was no fear or anger in his eyes, only a hint of interest and curiosity.

But Lieba didn't notice.

Seeing that he was hit, he couldn't help but relax.

Fortunately, the launch was successful.

Although his pistol looked majestic, it was actually a second-hand item used by someone else.

It might get stuck at that moment, and whether it can launch or not depends on luck.

But at this moment, the goddess of fate is definitely on his side.

Thinking of this, Leba grinned and said proudly and gloomily:
"No matter how fierce a man is, he is just a paper tiger in front of firearms!"

"I don't know what kind of evil you have been possessed by today, but in our line of work, any deviant intentions must be eradicated!"

"So, you have no choice but to die——!"

The words fell.

"Bang" "bang" "bang"!
Three more shots!

But only two bullets were fired.

Damn it! Stuck!

Lieba cursed secretly, but did not panic.

Three whole bullets were fired into Faerun's huge body.

Even if he is really a bear, he still needs to be fucked down!
Lieba was very proud of himself, thinking that he was really smart and observant.

The anger and shame of being insulted by the financial officer were gradually diluted.

He looked towards the snow and tutted:
There was so much blood, and the internal organs must have been blown to pieces - huh?

Suddenly, Lieba's pupils shrank.

Why is there something wrong with the color of this blood?

No matter how he looked at it, the puddles on the snow were not the color of blood.

Rather, it is a kind of filth that is like countless colors mixed together.

Simultaneously.

A pungent smell floated into the nose.

In an instant, Lieba's sharp nerves suddenly sounded the alarm!
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong! ! !

He stuffed the expensive pistol into his pocket, turned around and wanted to run away!

but.

There was a "puff" sound.

A sharp pain shot up from his abdomen, freezing him in place.

"Ahhh."

Lieba neighed meaninglessly and looked down——

He saw a dirty spike piercing his abdomen.

A mute voice, filled with endless malice and ridicule, appeared in his ears:

[That fire-breathing gadget is quite interesting, isn’t it?]

The cold paint slid over Lieba's trembling body, and he took out the old revolver.

Then, just hear a "click".

The paint crushed it easily.

The metal debris fell in front of Lieba's feet.

The messy and twisted appearance reminded him of himself not long ago.

at this time.

Lieba realized belatedly:
The pistol he thought was invincible was in front of a real monster.

Not worth mentioning at all.

[The master said, I can kill you.]

Provoking riots in the Stentino Empire can prolong the declaration of war.

What's more, it's this group of unscrupulous slave traders.

These cold and emotionless words made Lieba's heart feel like it was falling into an ice cave.

Click, click, click.

He heard the sound of his big teeth chattering, his entire face was as pale as snow, and cold sweat was streaming down his face.

Death is imminent.

He is no different from the slaves he despises.

"W-what on earth are you and what do you want to do?!"

Lieba took his last breath and roared desperately.

【I? I'm just an insignificant pawn who works for my master]

The portrait laughed sadly.

[Remember the name of our Lord, the noble prophet, Anlos Tian]

The words fell.

Lieba suddenly wanted to explode, but in the next moment, his head and body were separated.

"Pfft!"

This time, it was really bright red blood spilled on the snow.

(End of this chapter)