My name is Ren

Chapter 620 People always decide right from wrong according to their own subjectivity at the first moment when they come into contact with information

Prestige is beneficial to oneself in many cases, but sometimes it is not so useful, especially when prestige cannot be directly converted into prestige and benefits enhance one's own strength, it is better not to reveal it so early, otherwise you can only move He lifted a heavy stone and hurt his instep.

Marton's reputation can be regarded as a big name in the lower society. Not everyone can catch boys and girls from the street and flirt with them and then sell them. This requires skills and connections.His fame at this time made him a target.

When many people lose their brothers, sisters or children, the first thing they think of is those famous slave traders.In Sharna City, Marton is such a person.

Marton also maintains his reputation to a certain extent. For example, if parents or family members who really have goods find them, he will charge some modest fees and let them go.And this did provide Marton with a slightly positive reputation. He always explained these things with the excuse that he didn't know that this guy was a local. Fame is second to none.

So, these half-orcs came over.

The missing person this time was a 14-year-old half-orc girl. The girl had at least seven bloodlines on her back, and even the dark elves seemed to have a hand in it.The girl has snow-white skin, long silver-white hair, pointed ears, and two cute short horns on her head.In addition, she has a pair of sharp canine teeth and a fluffy tail.Such a girl with complicated bloodlines is undoubtedly very lowly in terms of bloodlines alone.

But from a commodity point of view, she is rare enough.

Rare commodities have always been the objects of curiosity for the rich, let alone a 14-year-old girl, there are always some elders with twisted hearts who like this tune.

This girl, which Marton called a half-orc masterpiece, is one of Marton's most valued commodities at present. At least five super-rich people have already reserved tickets for her in the underground auction, and they want to compete for the ultimate ownership of this girl. .

So Marton would never admit it, it was related to hundreds or even more gold coins.

When the value is higher than the fame he is after, there is nothing that can't be thrown away.

At this moment, Marton had a cold face, he was not very worried, because he knew very well that he was safe here.There are his people nearby, say at least thirty or forty thugs, and these people are all thugs he raised.Naturally, it is impossible to do slave trading without preparing such insurance, and you must be prepared for the eventuality.Fortunately, in case he did, but he was also prepared.

Within a minute, some strong men with sticks in their hands rushed in from outside the door, and the few who rushed in first also carried shining steel knives in their hands.Mineral resources in the Byron Empire were scarce, and steel knives were not available to everyone. Commoners more often used wooden household props and steel knives—two wooden boards clamped tightly with a width of only one centimeter , ten centimeters long blade, this is a kitchen knife.

More people are still using sharpened stones as their own tools. In the Byron Empire, masonry is also a job that can eat a lot.

"What? Want to cause trouble?" A strong man at the head flipped his wrist, raised his steel knife and patted his bare chest with the blade.The strong muscles are as sharp-edged as if they were carved out, and they crackle.His contemptuous eyes slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and he mocked in a casual tone: "I don't even ask, what kind of place is this, and you lowbrows can come here?"

"My name is Thrace." The leading half-orc still maintained relative restraint, "The girl you took away is my daughter, return her to me, then I will accept your favor, and I will return her to you." Make up for your loss." Thrace looked at Marton, he suppressed the anger in his heart, and took out two gold coins from the pocket of his clothes that were cleaner than his face, "The half-orcs will also accept your favor. "

With his hands down, Marton was naturally much relieved. He sneered and shook his head slightly, "Two gold coins? I'll give you two gold coins. Now you take your bastards and get out!"

Thrace narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a deep voice, "How much do you want? Is ten gold coins enough?"

"Ha!" Marton laughed loudly. He walked to Thrace's side and raised his head to look into Thrace's eyes in surprise. This half-orc was much taller than he had seen and imagined.He stretched out two fingers to pinch Thrace's collar, flipped it twice, "It seems that you still don't know how much that girl is worth, a lot of money, beyond your imagination. Sometimes I really like I'm jealous of you people, with your humble blood and humble race, you can often produce excellent things. In fact, you don't need to work at all, as long as you continue to give birth."

"Drown the ugly ones, leave the good-looking or special ones, and then sell them at a high price, enough for you to work for several lifetimes."

With a bang sound, a huge fist hit Marton's cheek fiercely, and his handsome face was instantly distorted to the point of deformation.The cheeks and chin look hard, but they are actually quite fragile. Vulnerability means fragility. After these places are attacked, the force of the attack will immediately act on the brain.It is not impossible to kill someone with more strength, not to mention that Marton is not a powerful professional, he is just a slave trader who relies on his face and small tricks.

The owner's house was beaten, and before Marton's men could raise the steel knife, several sticks hit them, and they fell to the ground in fear of pain.

Sometimes people's courage has nothing to do with themselves, but what has to do with external things outside the human body, such as money.In the past, Thrace would never have dared to do anything, but after he received Ren's assistance and listened to Ren's fallacies, he realized that the half-orcs really needed to change.Money, faith, and ideas became things that strengthened his courage.

A weak person who is pushed to the extreme will often go to the extreme, either to die by himself or by others.

Thrace would not choose to let himself perish, so he could only let others die.

He went up and slammed a stick on the head of Marton who was lying on the ground struggling to get up like a dog. With a click, Marton's head was obviously staggered because of the position of the bridge of the nose, blood spattered, and a scarlet stream flowed down his body. The nostrils and ears flowed out, and the thick drops dripped down piece by piece.He fell to the ground, trembling and twitching violently. Thrace, still out of breath, straddled his body with one step, holding the thick stick with both hands, and swung it down from top to bottom.

Marton's extraordinary handsomeness also deceived many women's faces, and they sank in an instant.The momentary tremendous pressure almost shattered his head.

Dead, the butler was trembling and wanted to shout something, but before he could utter the first syllable, Thrace stepped over and bit his neck like a tiger's mouth.The veins on the black and red arm twisted, he clenched it tightly, and turned his wrist to one side.The smell of fishy smell filled the whole room in an instant, and the pale butler became even paler, and he had lost his breath.

"Close the door, only enter, no exit!" Thrace rushed towards the group of thugs with a long stick in his hand.At this moment, he recovered from the monstrous anger, and immediately issued the most correct order.

Since killing a human has committed a great crime, then simply kill all the witnesses here, and drag it out for a day if it can be delayed!
After a while, the screams gradually subsided. After all, the half-orcs who had inherited the advantages of multiple races could easily deal with these ordinary people who had little power?The blood on the ground and the bloody smell soaring into the sky did not alarm anyone around.This is a remote corner of Sharna City. There were not many people living here. In addition to Marton's special occupation, there would often be screams, and the people living around had long been used to it.

And they don't want to meddle in their own business, after all, Marton is not a good person, even though he is easy to talk to a lot of the time.

Two businessmen from the Federation also lost their lives inexplicably. In Thrace's view, those who were with Marton were not good people.A group of them rushed into the basement behind the villa, but unexpectedly found that all the slaves seemed to be saved inexplicably, and were released from the cage by someone.

Thrace groaned for a while, then stared at the daughter in the crowd, "Tagley..., you all come with me!"

After all, he couldn't be ruthless enough. He couldn't do anything to these victims. The only way he could do it was to take them all away.

The noisy villa returned to calm until the next morning, a young man dressed as a tavern waiter knocked on the door of the villa.

It is true that there is no advanced monitoring system in this world, but people have eyes, and with eyes, they can see certain things.Soon the guards of the police station got what they needed from some witnesses around.Immediately afterwards, all the details were handed over to the Lord Sharna in the form of text.

"You mean, a group of orcs killed a group of humans?" The city lord threw the documents on the table in disbelief, "Even if you want to fool me, please find a better excuse! Does it really look like a retard, or a fool?"

Awe, who was in charge of the survey, wiped the sweat from his brow, lowered his head and explained in a low voice: "This is indeed the case, and I suspect that it might have been done by people from Hope House."

"What's the reason?" The city lord raised his head and looked at him indifferently. "The impact of this incident is very bad. Those big shots won't listen to my nonsense. You must give me a good reason."

(End of this chapter)