Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

In the alleys of the slums, the ground is covered with mud and water. Several drunken men supported each other and walked forward muttering. A few rats were alarmed and fled into the garbage.

"Team, Captain, why is there someone in front of me?" Joseph Lu stuttered, staring at the slender figure in front of him with an expression of astonishment.

"Sure enough, he is still a young boy. What is there to be afraid of for such a thin and small person?"

The bearded man laughed at Joseph Lu, and then shouted at the man in front of him with his big tongue: "Hey, you hiding head and tail guy, get out of here, grandpa!"

Alcohol can always numb people's minds, and the mercenaries started shouting: "Hahaha, Captain, you are so powerful! If that person in front doesn't get out of here, I'll show you how powerful we are!"

The young man in black robe's red lips drooped slightly, feeling very unhappy. He turned around and his voice was like the song of a siren, charming and seductive: "What did you say?"

Tell him to go away and dare to call himself his grandfather... He really doesn't know how to live or die.

This group of mercenaries were already drunk and their consciousness was weak. As soon as such a demonic voice came out, they were immediately distracted and froze in place with their faces flushed.

The young man in black robe raised his finger, and a black light enveloped several mercenaries. Their bodies followed the young man's finger and moved up and down, like bouncing balls, hitting the ground back and forth.

The ground here was originally full of mud and excrement. The mercenaries' noses were bruised and their faces were swollen. Their mouths and nostrils were filled with dirt, and they couldn't even say anything to beg for mercy.

Under such circumstances, the bearded captain, no matter how drunk he was, woke up at this moment. Knowing that they had offended a powerful magician, the bearded man was trembling with fear and regretful.

Who would have thought that a distinguished magician would appear in such an alley? They really should take better care of their bad mouth!

Fortunately, the young man had no intention of killing them. After the mercenaries fell unconscious, the young man released the magic, and the mercenaries fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The young man raised his lips, waved his hand, and a black mist poured into the nostrils of the mercenaries. The mercenaries collapsed on the ground unconsciously, and nothing unusual appeared.

Don’t you love fantasy? After inhaling this mist, this group of mercenaries lost their reflexes within three years, and could only live by fantasy.

The young man turned around happily, only to see an extremely thin and ragged little boy in the corner staring at him with his big eyes open.

This human brat isn't afraid of him?

The young man bared his teeth, turned his hands into claws and let out a cry, trying to scare the kid into tears. But the little boy just blinked, which made him look like a fool.

"..."

The young man retracted his hand in anger, raised his white chin, raised the corners of his red lips, and said displeasedly: "Kid, what are you looking at?"

Although the young man is bad and perverse, he still cannot be merciful when dealing with children. It's not that he has much conscience, but that he can't afford to lose that person.

He is a dignified person... What does it mean to attack a child?

The little boy stared at the young man with stubborn eyes: "I saw how you committed the crime, and you want to pay me hush money."

ha? A human brat that he could crush to death with one finger actually dared to threaten him? The boy used his magic power, but no matter how you looked at it, he was just an ordinary human kid.

After seeing him take down a few mercenaries and actually dare to blackmail him, the young man suddenly became a little curious: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

The child's thin, disfigured face was full of seriousness: "Then before you kill me, can you give me some money?"

"Of course..." the young man drawled his voice. Under the expectant gaze of the little boy, he smiled evilly and snorted, "No!"

The little boy's eyes darkened.

"Kid, what do you want money for?" The young man became interested in this child.

But he could almost guess that the reason was simply that his dependent mother or sister was sick, or that his father, a gambler, owed a large debt...

Gee, that’s really boring.

"I want to donate to the temple."

"What?!" The corners of the young man's lips froze, and he looked at the little boy up and down in shock, "You are a street kid who doesn't have enough to eat or clothes to keep you warm, and you don't even have a few ounces of meat on your body, and you actually want to donate money to others?"

The little boy's eyes were longing: "Yes, the priest said that as long as the poor donate ten silver coins to atone for their sins, they can be reborn as a noble in the next life."

"That's what they lied to you, little fool." The young man did not expect that the temple, known as "the only bright place in the empire", would be so harboring filth and evil, and he couldn't help but curled his lips in disgust.

Fortunately, he is still planning to find a holy son to spend his maturity...

"You're talking nonsense!" The little boy who had never had any emotional fluctuations became excited, scratched his neck and roared: "What do you know! That's what everyone said..."

Just as he was talking, there was a sudden commotion outside the alley, and many yellow-faced civilians were whispering about something and walking timidly in one direction.

The young man had an excellent ear, and from the few words spoken by the common people, he captured the key words - "Temple", "Holy Son", "Relief"...

What a coincidence.

The young man clasped his hands and asked lazily: "Hey, kid, the Holy Son of the Temple is here. Do you want to go and have a look?"

He remembered that this was a remote town in the empire. Logically speaking, there should be no big shots like a bishop or above, let alone coming to a slum like this...

really interesting.

The little boy heard the disdain in the young man's tone and stood up quickly, staring at the young man's back defensively: "Who are you? If you want to harm His Highness the Holy Son, I will fight you to the death!"

What, he actually threatened a kid...

"You brat, you have to know that if I want to kill you, it's just a matter of one finger, so show some respect to me!" The young man grinned his teeth sinisterly.

However, the lower half of his face was really exquisite, and his lips looked as if they had been dipped in rose juice. They were astonishingly beautiful, and his two small canine teeth were lively and cute, so the little boy was not frightened at all.

The little boy was not moved by this beauty. He shouted stubbornly: "Even if you kill me, I will not let you hurt His Highness the Holy Son!"

Ahhhh, you damn little devil! The young man gritted his teeth, "Who wants to hurt that damn holy son? I just want to see the excitement! Can you follow?"

The little boy hesitated, "My name is Gogia, what's your name?"

He must keep an eye on this strange person and report this bad guy if necessary.

The young man walked around the groups of mercenaries lying on the ground in disgust, and said casually: "Just call me Lord Shirong."