The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

The bandit leader looked behind him as he ran, luckily the terrifying demon did not catch up with him.

"Thank God, thank you for the protection of the God of Light!"

The bandit leader never believed in the God of Light in his entire life.

Instead, he often prays to the God of Theft and the God of Shadows.

But in the current situation, the God of Thieves and the God of Shadows obviously will not lend a helping hand.

He can only turn to the light of truth, goodness and beauty as its doctrine.

Although he is not a good person, the bandit leader thinks that he should be considered kind compared to the demons?

He had never been so devout to the God of Light as he was at that moment.

He didn't feel such a sense of urgency even when he was being chased by the Elf Guards.

The branches and leaves of the surrounding trees all turned into afterimages. In his panic, he no longer knew which direction to run. Anyway, as long as he kept moving forward and was not caught by the terrifying demon, everything would be fine.

But the reason why demons are feared is naturally because of their cruelty and difficulty.

The Swift Wolf moved swiftly in the jungle as lightly as a snowflake. It leaped over the tree trunk beside the bandit leader, leaving clear and deep claw marks. It turned around and landed in front of the bandit leader. A tall goblin was sitting on the Swift Wolf. One of its teeth was broken, but it still did not affect its fierce aura.

"Goblin?" The bandit leader often wandered around in the wilderness and was considered to be knowledgeable, but he swore that this was the strongest goblin he had ever seen in his life, taller than the goblin warriors he had met before.

If it weren't for the pointed nose, green skin and iconic protruding ears.

He might have thought that the person riding the Wind Wolf in front of him was actually an orc from the Southern Continent.

There was not just one goblin surrounding him, but a group of them. None of them were as short as ordinary goblins. Their weapons and armor looked brand new, and their mounts were all strong and sturdy Wind Wolves.

No matter how stupid the bandit leader was, he knew that he had run into a demon warlord.

His legs went weak and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "My Lords, please spare my life. I will give you whatever you want!" As he spoke, he took out the gold coins that he had temporarily carried in his space ring, as well as some unused potions and magic scrolls.

There are simply too many demons.

This number made him unable to even think of resisting.

I just thought that taking out the valuables might save my life.

"You can just take those three women away. We have no grudges against each other. There is no need to hold on to a human like me. Besides... and I have a brother in Black Tower City. If I die, he will definitely know about it and report the situation to Black Tower City. Then those knights will come to encircle and suppress you!"

The bandit leader's words were half true and half false.

Robert might report the incident, but he wouldn't give too many details.

After all, when kidnapping is not under investigation, nobles and lords will turn a blind eye to it. But once it is exposed, this shameful activity will be immediately eliminated as a sacrifice to stabilize the people's hearts.

Those nobles would also gather the masses to publicize their own glory and justice, but in fact half of the money they earned from human trafficking had to be handed over to the lord.

It is even less likely that the Knights would send troops to help these kidnappers. At most, they would come to the scene to survey and withdraw after making sure that there are no remaining demons.

Broken Tooth looked coldly at the kidnapper kneeling on the ground and winked at the goblins on both sides. Although the man had taken out all his belongings, there was no guarantee that he would still have the strength to resist. So all the goblins took out crossbows from their backs at the same time and fired at the bandit leader who had not yet reacted.

"Hiss-"

The sound of crossbow arrows tearing through the air was particularly harsh in the quiet forest. The bandit leader let out a scream and was nailed to the ground by countless arrows.

Broken Tooth moved the bandit leader's body onto the wolf's back and tied it up, then returned with the goblin cavalry. By this time, Caesar and his other subordinates had already cleared out the other bandits around.

"There are 32 people in total. Did you leave any alive?"

Caesar looked around and saw corpses everywhere, and the monsters were shaking their heads.

"Idiot! How many times have I told you not to kill all the humans you encounter? Leaving them alive can still be used as labor, especially for these bandits. Most of their gathering places probably have valuables. If you kill them all, how are you going to find those valuables?"

Faced with Caesar's rebuke, the goblins and lion demons could only lower their heads and remain silent.

They are used to fighting and killing.

Although Caesar had asked for it in advance, when the killing started, they were so focused on killing that they didn't remember his instructions.

Caesar wanted to say something else, but he felt a pair of cold hands holding his arms.

I turned around and saw Irene with tears in her eyes. Shana and Sophia were also there.

The three girls were all in shock, their faces pale, and they looked at him with pitiful eyes.

"Mr. Caesar, if you hadn't come in time this time, we would have been captured." Irene patted her chest and said with lingering fear: "These bandits must have followed us all the way. I didn't even notice them when we left the city..."

"They are not ordinary bandits." Caesar glanced at the bodies of these bandits. Almost every one of them had the best quality hemp rope and shackles around their waists. In addition, these bandits also had various inferior props when fighting. He guessed with certainty: "These are professional slave-catching teams. You must not have been targeted when you were leaving the city. It is possible that you were targeted after you entered the city."

At this time, Broken Tooth had already collected some things that might serve as clues.

Some were the badges that every slave-catcher had, a black eagle with sharp eyes.

The other is the Chamber of Commerce sign hanging on the carriage, with the logo of a black hawk hunting a rabbit, and the two black hawks are exactly the same.

"What is this brand?" Caesar asked Irene while holding the Chamber of Commerce sign.

"Oh, that's the sign that the milk merchant hung on the carriage. He said it represented his guild. Ordinary robbers wouldn't rob the carriage when they saw it." Irene's face changed and she asked in surprise, "Why are the badges on the slave-hunting team and the guild sign the same? Could it be?"

"Haha, you're right." Caesar sneered with his arms folded:

"I'm afraid the merchant who sold you milk is a member of the slave-hunting team. Putting up this sign is actually sending a signal to the slave-hunting team. This also explains why they waited for you to enter the forest before showing up. I guess these drivers don't know about this, so they deliberately let the driver go back to avoid losses."

“Ah? That milk merchant is also a member of the slave-catching team?” Irene was confused, but finally came to her senses and said angrily: “We thought this merchant was a good person before, but it turns out he is a bad guy!”

Shana nodded in agreement: "It's really hard to guard against."

"Lord Caesar's territory is still safe." Sophia sighed.

Everything has changed since I fully adapted to life in the territory.

She must have been scared to death when she was surrounded by a group of demons.

Now that she was surrounded by a group of demons, she felt a strong sense of security.

Especially when Caesar is there.

"Okay, let's go back and end this matter here."

Caesar checked the milk that Sophia and the others brought back.

Although the milkman was a jerk.

But I have to say that the milk he sells is indeed very fresh, without any water, and meets the standards for making yogurt.

"This batch of milk can make a lot of yogurt." Caesar stroked his chin and said, "When the time comes, you and the goblin will be responsible for helping me sell it, so you will return to Black Tower City and have a chance to meet the milk merchant. It won't be too late to settle accounts with him then."