An invincible journey starting from a different race

Oh, he is indeed a devil. If I bite my tongue and commit suicide...

Celine was about to bite her tongue when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Hey?

What did he just say?

Celine and Abby were a little confused, thinking they had misheard. Not only them, but Stank, Ganqiu and Jair were also stunned.

"Hey, hey, hey, Aesop, what are you talking about?" Stank nudged Aesop and asked in a low voice, "Is that all?"

"Of course there are more than that." Aesop said, "This is just during the day, there are also nights."

Oh, as expected, there is also evening. Evening is when the nightlife begins!

Stank and Gancho nodded in satisfaction, while Celine and Abby looked desperate once again.

Sure enough, this guy won't let us go so easily. He wants to save the time of torturing us until night.

Celine decided to continue biting her tongue.

At this time, Aesop said, "You can't be idle at night! You have to help us keep watch, and even prepare food at all times. If we are hungry, you have to bring it to us immediately. Don't complain!"

Look, this guy is really going to do the most cruel thing...eh?

Celine, who had bitten her tongue halfway, was stunned again.

Well, this doesn’t seem to be very… cruel.

Stank and Ganqiu couldn't bear to listen any longer, and quickly pulled Aesop to the left and right, and asked in a low voice: "Hey, hey, hey, Aesop, what are you doing?"

"Yeah, didn't you say you were going to do something cruel?"

"Of course it's cruel," Aesop said. "I don't plan to pay them."

Stank and Ganqiu were stunned: "Is this fucking cruel?"

"What else?" Aesop spread his hands and said, "Trampling on a person's body and dignity, forcing them to unconditionally give us their labor and work for us without us having to pay anything. Isn't this trampling on human rights? Isn't this the most daring and cruel thing?"

Stank and Ganqiu: "..."

Master Erbaba has a terminal illness!

The next few days were a little tricky for everyone.

For men, it could have been a good time to enjoy the real-life play of a thief being caught, but Aesop forcibly transformed it into a play between a slave owner and his pitiful slave.

That was really boring, although it was indeed a lot easier. After all, all the work was done by Celine and Abby, and they just had to hurry on.

But because they didn't want to reveal their identities in front of Celine and Abby, they didn't dare to take off their masks. They wore them for several days and were almost getting heat rash. Celine and Abby's cooking skills were also quite difficult to describe, so for Stank and the others, having these two clumsy slaves was really worse than having them.

For Celine and Abby, the journey was even more painful.

Originally, they'd thought, since they wouldn't be used as weapons, what was there to complain about? It was just a month of hard labor, wasn't it? It was not something they hadn't done before; they could just grit their teeth and persevere.

It is better to become a slave than a weapon.

But as time went on, Celine and Abby found that...it didn't seem to be getting any better.

Every day they were treated like oxen and horses pulling the cart, and that damned bastard (referring to Aesop) insisted that with slaves, the horses could have a rest. Although the coffin cart wasn't very heavy, it was still very tiring to pull it all day!

I also have to cook for these guys and do their laundry.

I'm busy every day like a dead dog at night and can't sleep too long. I need to help these bastards keep watch!

Come on, they were thieves! But now they are no longer thieves, but helping to keep watch, right?

It’s okay to just keep watch, but these guys also have to get up from time to time to have a midnight snack, and they have to help with that.

What the hell is this miserable life!

This went on for two or three days. When Celine collapsed on the ground and stared blankly at the sky, an absurd thought involuntarily emerged in her mind - it seemed that compared to cattle and horses, there was nothing wrong with being a hot weapon.

After all, when you're a firearm, you just need to lie down. But when you're an ox or a horse, you have to do everything except lie down.

Once this thought came up, it spread wildly in Celine's mind uncontrollably.

So much so that her little movements at work over the next few days became a little different.

"Hey... Stank." Gan Qiu couldn't help but whisper as he watched Celine walk past him, "Why does that elf keep shaking its butt at me?"

"I don't know." Stank muttered, "I also feel that she seems a little different from the past two days."

"...Could it be that he has gone insane after being tortured by Aesop?"

Stank was even more surprised: "Is this Aesop's revenge on them?"

As the two spoke, they simultaneously looked at Aesop on the other side, wondering in their hearts whether everything that was happening now was within Aesop's calculations.

Abby also noticed that something was wrong with Celine, and quickly said to her, "You must hold on, Celine! Don't sell your body!"

Celine looked at Abby and asked, "Aren't we selling our bodies now?"

"Uh." Abby scratched her head and said, "It seems so... No, it's not like that! We are betraying each other standing up, not lying down."

"So what's the difference between betraying someone while lying down and betraying someone while standing up?"

"It would be more comfortable to lie down and betray..."

Celine: “…”

9501 Age 909

Who the hell is trying to persuade whom?

Fortunately, this kind of life did not last long. Three days later, they finally arrived at a human town called Emma.

As soon as he entered the town, looking at the familiar streets and the pedestrians coming and going on the streets, Stank's expression was a little complicated.

"Ah, back here again." Stank sighed and said, "When I left, I thought I would never come back here again."

"Why, are we here already?" Gan Qiu looked around and asked, "Is this your home?"

Stank didn't answer, so Jair said for him: "This is his father's territory. Stank's father is the lord here."

As he spoke, Jer glanced at Stank with a teasing look and said, "If Stank hadn't left, he would have inherited your father's position and become the lord here."

"That's great, isn't it, Stank?" Ganqiu asked. "Why don't you stay?"

"I don't want to stay in this small place." Stank rolled his eyes, and then said proudly, "Some people are born eagles. How can an eagle be locked in a cage? I am that eagle, so I want to leave this place."

"Oh." Aesop nodded and said, "You just want to go out and take your bird for a walk?"

"What the hell..."

The pride in Stank's heart was extinguished instantly. He glanced at Aesop fiercely, but it was of no use.

Forget it, I can’t fight with this guy.

Stank took a few deep breaths before calming himself down.

"Stank, your home shouldn't be here." Jer said, "I remember you said you had a manor."

"Of course," Stank said, "This is just a territory. A lord naturally lives in a manor. I grew up there, but to be honest, I don't like it there. And I haven't been back since I left."

"So are you going to take us there now?"

"No." Stank shook his head and said, "Let's go see my old butler first. He lives outside. I haven't been back for so many years. I have to find out what my father has been like in recent years."

Then everyone followed Stank all the way to a small house. After asking Celine and Abby to stay outside to watch the horses, they knocked on the door of the house together.

The door then opened and a silver-haired old man walked out. He looked at the people in front of him and was startled. He subconsciously wanted to close the door, but was stopped by Stank.

"Wait, Roman, it's me!" Stank immediately took off the mask on his face. "It's me, Stank."

The old man called Roman was stunned: "Young, young master?"

"Yes, it's me." Stank was very happy to see the old man who raised him. "Didn't expect that, did you?"

He opened his arms, as if wanting to give the old man a hug, but the old man looked very nervous and asked, "Could it be... you know everything?"

"I know, what do I know?" Stank was a little confused.

The old man was even more confused: "Didn't you come back because you knew that the master had a terminal illness?"

Stank was struck by lightning.

“W-what?” He stared at Roman blankly. “The old man has… a terminal illness?!”

Roman sighed heavily.

At that moment, countless emotions surged into Stank's heart.

He thought of his father's majestic appearance, and then reflected on the fact that he had been away for so many years and didn't even know that his father had a terminal illness. In an instant, endless regret and guilt spread from the bottom of his heart.

Stank grabbed Roman's shoulders and asked in a trembling voice, "What kind of terminal illness does the old man have?"

Roman sighed heavily again.

"Spermia."

Stank: “……?”

Everyone is pregnant

The Stank people were dumbfounded.

"What the hell is this azoospermia?"

Roman scratched his head and said, "It's infertile sperm disease. Don't you know, Master? Hey, it's normal not to know. After all, this disease is quite rare..."

"Rare as hell... No, it's not a question of rare or not so rare!" If it weren't for the fact that Roman had raised him, like a second father, Stank would have wanted to grab Roman by the collar and shake him back and forth. "Didn't you just say terminal illness? How did it become azoospermia now?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Roman's eyes: "Is there any problem with this?"

"Is this okay?" Stank felt that his performance just now, which was almost like tears, was no different from that of a fool. Not to mention that Aesop, Jer, and Ganqiu saw him. He didn't dare to look back now, and didn't dare to see what expressions these ultimate bad friends had. "If you have something to say, just say it nicely! Don't exaggerate!"

"I'm not exaggerating," Roman said. "Spermia... isn't it a terminal illness?"

"Why is azoospermia a terminal illness?"

"Just say never."

Stank: "..."

At this time, two hands were placed on Stank's shoulders, and another hand was placed on Stank's butt.

Stank didn't even need to turn his head to know that the two hands on his shoulders belonged to Jer and Aesop, and the hand on his butt belonged to Ganqiu.

"Stank, your father is already like this, so don't be so angry." Aesop said.

"Yes, Stank, I know you are using anger to cover up your sadness, but there is no need to do that. In front of your brothers, you can cry as much as you want." Jer said.

"To be frank, that's true. Do you want me to lend you my shoulder to cry on? You'll need to kneel down though, but it doesn't matter. My shoulders are broad." Gan Qiu said happily.

Here they come, you bastards!

Stank felt his fists getting harder and harder, especially when he heard the three people pretending to be serious but actually trying hard to suppress their smiles, he felt that his anger was about to erupt.

At this time, Stank felt extremely regretful. He regretted why he brought these bastards back to his hometown. It was simply shooting himself in the foot.

Roman sensed Stank's rage was about to erupt, and he quickly explained, "This incident is a huge blow to the master. It's almost like a terminal illness. After all... there will be no descendants. If this isn't a terminal illness, then what is it?"

"God damn it, he's extinct!" It would have been fine if he hadn't heard the explanation, but after hearing Roman's explanation, Stank felt the veins on his forehead throbbing even more violently. "He's at his age, and he's still saying he's extinct? And the word 'extinct' shouldn't mean that only I die, and then he's extinct! Doesn't extinction mean that if he's extinct and can't have any offspring? The old man is already so old, and he's still thinking about traveling the world and galloping on horseback! Isn't that the natural development of the human body?"

"That's not what I meant," Roman said. "Ever since you left, Master, I've been very depressed. For so many years, I've been living in guilt."

After hearing Roman's words, Stank's angry expression changed slightly. "Guilt? What is he feeling guilty about, old man?"

"Of course he feels guilty about your leaving," Roman said. "The master feels that it was his fault that you didn't want to stay with him and chose to take risks alone. This has always made him very upset and guilty."

Stank's expression softened a little, and his sharp eyes gradually softened. "So, is that so? How could the old man actually think that way?"

"Yes," Roman nodded repeatedly. "He often asked why he and his wife weren't in a protective magic circle when they were having fun. Otherwise, there wouldn't be an unfilial descendant like you."

Stank's expression, which had just softened, froze in an instant.

After a while...

"Hey, hey, hey, Stank! That's your dad! That's your dad!"

"Don't draw your sword! Don't draw your sword! A warrior's sword should be used on nightmares, not on your father!"