Otherworldly Lord

Perhaps it was because of Song Mo's grasp of his little pigtails, Sai Wansi was not only trustworthy, but also efficient in handling affairs.On the third day after Pan Wei's death, fifteen dwarfs were sent to Song Mo.

Eight adult men, one old man, and six women and children, all of them were sallow and emaciated, their clothes were ragged, their hair and beards were all tangled together, and lice could occasionally be seen crawling through their hair.

Song Mo looked at the dwarf, and then at the entourage who brought the dwarf. As a government servant, he was even more stingy than a robber like him.Is it that difficult to give these gnomes a bath and a change of clothes?Doesn't the captain know that the packaging of the goods is as important as the practicality?

The dwarves were close together, looking at Song Mo with an uncertain expression.They were rescued by Cyvans from the dungeon of the Governor's Mansion, stuffed into a carriage, and sent to Greland without stopping.Along the way, they didn't even drink their saliva. They were shocked, frightened, tired and hungry, but none of them dared to speak for fear of being thrown back to that terrible place again.

Now, they were sent to this young man again. Judging by his clothes, he should also be a nobleman.The gnomes were even more disturbed.

Song Mo didn't have time to comfort the crystal-like fragile hearts of these dwarves. He really couldn't bear to be in the same room with a group of guys covered in lice.Order the maid to take the dwarves down, take a bath and eat something.I'll talk about other things later.

Sai Wansi's entourage waited until Song Mo arranged the dwarves before he said, "Dear lord, the dwarfs have already been sent to you. Should you also fulfill your promise?"

"Of course." Song Mo snapped his fingers, and an old goblin walked in with a bundle of paintings. Song Mo signaled the old goblin to deliver the paintings to his followers, and said, "It's all here. You can confirm it in person. I don't mind." .”

The follower immediately shook his head, he minds!Thinking of Sevans' gloomy expression, he would only do this when he lived enough.The entourage cautiously put the painting in his pocket and tied it up. He wanted to get up and leave, but Song Mo asked him to wait for a while, turned his head and whispered something to the goblin, and the old goblin walked out.In less than 2 minutes, another scroll of paintings came in and presented to Song Mo, "My lord, this is what you want."

"En." Song Mo pulled the painting away, glanced at it, then turned it over, and turned the side with the painting to the follower, "Look."

The attendant was so frightened that he immediately raised his hands, covered his eyes, and shouted: "No!" The voice was shrill, like an innocent girl being molested by a hooligan.

Both Song Mo and the goblin were taken aback by the yelling of the attendants, and the goblin almost dug a hole to get in on the spot.Song Mo scratched his ears, but he didn't expect that he could still hear the sound of dolphins here. It's too condescending to be just a follower.

"Don't cover your eyes, this is nothing shameful." Song Mo unfolded the whole painting, "This is a gift from me to your captain."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

The entourage finally put their hands down.Song Mo curled his lips, didn't he let him watch Teacher Cang's science and education entertainment film, what about it?

The whole painting depicts a siege battle, broken walls, soaring flames, heroic soldiers and huge siege machines.The protagonist of the painting is Saivans, who is wearing a silver-white armor, holds a sharp sword in his hand, and rides a strong horse with his front hooves raised, as if he wants to trample the enemy in front of him into a pulp.

Saivans in the painting is not only handsome and strong, but also exudes a murderous aura all over his body.

It was the first time for the follower to see such a painting. It was real and vivid, as if this cruel war was happening right in front of his eyes.

Song Mo drew a circle on the painting with his finger, "Show Captain Saivans here, and tell him that if he wants, we can cooperate for a long time. My sincerity lies here."

The entourage nodded, without asking what the cooperation was, silently noted down the location Song Mo pointed out, then put up the scroll, stood up, and said to Song Mo: "I will definitely bring it to you, Lord Lord."

"Trust me," Song Mo leaned back in the chair with a smile, clasped his hands and placed them on his knees, "You will appreciate me."

The entourage gave Song Mo a puzzled look, but Song Mo just waved his hand, indicating that he could leave.

When the entourage left and stood behind Song Mo, the silent old John asked, "Master, why didn't you tell him directly?"

"It's not necessary." Song Mo stood up and stretched his waist. "Letting him find out by himself is much more useful than me telling him. After all, being on the pole is not a business. If he wants to die, I can't help it."

"Are you sure Cyvans will understand what you mean?"

"Of course, since he can be killed in the lord's mansion, once the matter with me is understood, this person will disappear forever." Song Mo turned around with a smile, "If Saivans accepts my proposal, he You can live a few more days. The longer and more stable the cooperation, the longer he can live, maybe he can become an important person around Cyvans. However, the premise of all this is that he is sensible enough. "

"..."

"Butler, don't look at me like that, I'll be embarrassed."

"..."

"Well, since you insist, then praise me, come on, I can bear it."

"..." Sir, can you be more shameless?

Taking the initiative to throw an olive branch to Sai Wansi, Song Mo also felt a little helpless.Who would have thought that Sai Wansi, who was so angry after Song Mo took care of him and could only walk around in a blanket, would rush into his immediate boss's house and cause a massacre?If the former Cyvans was just a plump little fat sheep in Song Mo's eyes, the current Cyvans is a muscular little fat sheep with horns.

The little fat sheep is delicious, but the little fat sheep with horns will stand up to people.

"Speaking of which, I still don't have enough strength."

Song Mo propped his chin, feeling that he was really not competent as a bandit leader. A real habitual bandit should be the second child, and I should stand in the middle.Steal whoever you want, bully whoever you want to bully, destroy whoever you want to destroy!

But now, he can only bully third-rate citizens like goblins.

"In this world, robbers are not easy to mess with."

Song Mo sighed.

Here Song Mo was mourning the spring and the autumn, lamenting that his strength was inferior to others, and the dwarves who were taken down to do personal hygiene thought they were dreaming.

Hot bath water, fluffy bread, and delicious thick soup, the dwarves face all these as if they were a lifetime away.

They can't remember when the last time they showered or how long it's been since they changed their clothes.In Penway's dungeon, there was always black bread as hard as a stone and stale soup on the dinner plate.When they were captured by Pan Wei, there were still 37 people. Now, five years later, there are only [-] people left.

Some were killed while escaping, some died of illness directly, and some couldn't stand the torture and committed suicide.

The dwarves didn't know whether to curse this damn fate, or Pan Wei who arrested them and put them in the dungeon. They still can't believe that they have come out of the dungeon.They worry that everything in front of them is just a dream, a fantasy dream before they die.

"If this is really a dream, please let me never wake up."

So the gnomes prayed, and began to gobble it up.

The only exception was the old dwarf, who could understand the excitement of the children, but he had been deceived by humans for so long that it was hard for him to trust humans anymore.

Song Mo stood at the door for a while, then turned and left without saying a word.The goblin Jobis followed Song Mo, looking up at him from time to time, but he still didn't dare to ask.

"Jobis, you take a few goblins to take care of them."

"Follow your orders, my lord."

"Let them know that there is meat to eat with me," Song Mo lowered his head, looking down at Jobis, "Based on the facts, convince them, let them stay with all their heart..."

Based on facts?

Tell these dwarves that they live in a bandit's land, and the bandit will lead them to a happy life?

Jobis was messed up in the wind.

It was late at night, and the dwarves were taken to rest by the goblins. Song Mo also returned to the bedroom, said goodnight to Old John, lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

Tonight, he seemed to be sleeping extraordinarily deeply.

A slender figure in a black cloak jumped in from the window, walked to Song Mo's bed, sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand on the side of Song Mo's face, bent down, and a strand of long brown hair fell from the curtain of the cloak. The brim of the hat drooped, and the tips of her hair slid across Song Mo's cheeks. Song Mo was still soundly asleep.

White and slender fingers lightly caressed Song Mo's chin, and as long as the sharp nails were applied lightly, a scar would be left, and bright red blood would drip from the wound.

"Song Mo Greenland..."

A lazy, as if magical voice sounded in the room, the visitor lowered his head slowly, lower and lower, his bright red lips were almost touching Song Mo's lips, breath intertwined, but he suddenly stopped.

A sharp dagger was pressed against his neck. Song Mo, who was supposed to be sound asleep, opened his eyes at some point and looked at him with a cold light.

"It's not a good habit to run into someone's bedroom late at night, 'Race'."

While speaking, Song Mo ripped off the cloak of the visitor.Under the moonlight, a bewitchingly beautiful face appeared in front of Song Mo's eyes.With sea-blue eyes, there was no panic, but a hint of a smile. Ignoring the dagger on his neck, he took Song Mo's hand holding his cloak with one hand, and his red lips fell on Song Mo's cold fingertips. , "I'm glad you still remember me, Song Mo Gerryland."