I let the protagonist of the abuse article change his life [Quick Transmigration]

This seems to be the expected result.

Seamus is confident in the strength of the soldiers he brought, and believes that the "commodities" in the valley can at most frighten the poor who have been working for a whole year and are about to be bent by taxes. create a threat.

But after Adrian came to the valley, the first thing he did was to double the daily food provided by the magic circle to everyone.In this way, although the consumption in the early stage increased suddenly, as more and more soldiers and magical creatures left, and the supplies he and Feit went out to buy from time to time, it did not appear that everyone could eat half full. Days of lack of energy.

The soldiers' physical fitness has improved, coupled with their desire for freedom, their combat effectiveness has greatly increased.Furthermore, Adrian had originally selected the fighters who came with him.Those who can come to the Lord City of Viscount Severn are all top-notch fighters.

Seamus' guards no longer had the advantage.Even in a one-on-one situation, they will still win.But being surrounded by two, or even three fighters who were not as strong as them, the guards had to be defeated.

Next, there will be a duel between Adrian, Faith and Seamus.

The pompous young man followed his cousin's footsteps.Before dying, Seamus even said something similar to Tarn.

He looked at the two black figures in front of him in disbelief, moved his mouth, and asked a final, unwilling question: "Who are you?"

What responded to him was still Feit's ruthless sword.

Learning from the lesson that knights were polluted by the curse, this time, Adrian and Feit were in charge of magic attacks and the other was in charge of physics, without giving Seamus any chance to make trouble.

He fell to the ground, with blood spreading under his body, dying like Tarn Jonalyn.

The moment the signs of life disappeared completely, the soldiers brought by Seamus stopped.

The shackles that had weighed on them for so long were gone.The soul was suddenly relaxed, and the soldiers' first feeling was that they were not used to it.

They looked at the weapon in their hands, and also looked at their hand holding the weapon... I don't know who threw the weapon away first, stepped on it as if venting their anger, and then turned and left!

Seamus felt that the soldiers brought by Adrian would disperse after his death.Up to now, things did happen, but it happened to the people he brought.

In a blink of an eye, only the warriors brought by Adrian were left in front of the castle.

As Adrian said earlier, this was a dangerous mission. Many of them were injured and some died in battle.But the remaining warriors have already felt that the power of the contract has faded from their bodies...

They are free.

Unlike the soldiers brought by Seamus, the soldiers who came out of the valley did not leave directly, but looked at Adrian one after another.

Adrian was startled for a moment, then realized something, and nodded slightly.

The atmosphere of joy broke out among the soldiers.Some people started singing and dancing on the spot, very happy.Some people rushed to the tavern in the city, preparing to get drunk for three days to celebrate.

These scenes fall into the eye of the beholder.Inside the castle, Viscount Severn's breathing became heavy.

The original excitement faded a lot, and he began to feel confused.

What are these people happy about?Is it worth their joy that their master killed Jonalin's family?

The most reasonable explanation that Viscount Severn could think of was that they were all taken to the valley by the Jonalin family and turned into slaves, so the death of any Jonalin family member would cause them to cheer.

madness.

Old Severn thought to himself.

Contracts have long been transferred, they are still just commodities.The happier they are now, the harsher their punishment will be in retrospect.

As a person who had dealt with Jonalin's family for a long time, old Severn was well aware of the tricks of slave traders.

If there is no accident, then, this is his own way.

Seamus is dead, and those he brought are gone.Although the people who snatched the valley won a short-term victory, their energy has been greatly consumed by the early battles.Their final value is to appear in their summons to the capital.Old Severn even finished writing the manuscript, "Dear Duke Jonalin, I am saddened to inform you that your nephew died with the gangsters who robbed the valley."

In this way, even if the Jonalin family sends someone again, it will be after the big deal of the harvest season is completely over.The time difference was enough for him to make a fortune with the slaves in the valley.As for whoever the Jonalin family would send over in the future, what that person would think of the situation in the valley was beyond the scope of old Severn's consideration.After all, the person responsible is dead, and old Sylvian can say anything by then.

He rejoices in his plans.With Seamus dead, the first half is complete.Next, is the equally important second half——

"My knights! Warriors!" As he grew older, his back, which had already been bent a lot, straightened a little bit at this time, "Kill those people outside and avenge little Mr. Jonalin!"

After a word, the knights did not move, and the soldiers also looked at each other, unwilling to make a move.

Old Severn had expected this situation a long time ago, and calmly said, "Every time you kill a warrior, you will have a hundred slaves! If you can catch the leader of them, you can choose the magical creatures in the valley by yourself." !"

The knights and warriors were in an uproar together, and their blood was boiling!

A hundred slaves, even the most common poor, represent dozens of gold coins.And when it comes to magical creatures, the beautiful faces of mermaids suddenly appeared in the eyes of these knights and warriors.

Stimulated by various desires, they rushed out of the castle!

Behind them, old Savien showed a smug smile.

Just a short moment later, his smile froze on his face again.

how come? !

The moment the castle gate opened, the air outside seemed to be distorted.

With the soldiers leaving, the square, which had become empty, suddenly had countless figures.

It seems that an invisible big hand pulled the camouflage curtain on it, revealing the real face of the square.

The footsteps of the knights and warriors stopped one after another.Some people had weak legs and could only watch the orc with a hoe rushing towards him.The final consciousness just stays: Why do the orcs hold farm tools?

Before I could figure out the result, I felt a severe pain in the top of my head.The will was taken away in an instant, and the knight fell to the ground unsteadily, being trampled by the orcs coming from behind.

The soldiers who had run away were caught up and fell to the same fate as their colleagues.

The fastest among them is about to arrive at the castle.But it was still a step too late, and he could only watch helplessly as the terrified old Viscount kept yelling to tell people to close the castle gate quickly—afterwards, he also lost consciousness.

Old Severn was also having a hard time.Under the hard push of the maid and the servant, the gate of the castle indeed began to slowly close.It's just that the speed is too slow, and it can't stop the orcs from rushing forward.

He thought he would die in the next second.In fact, the bloody hoe was swung at him.Just before it fell, it was stopped by another orc.

The two orcs quarreled in front of him.Old Savien watched this scene, his legs became weak, and his whole body was immersed in great fear.After a while, the orcs agreed to look at him.

Old Savien rolled his eyes and passed out.

Orc: "..."

They went forward, picked up the old Severn, and led him out of the castle like dragging a sack.

During the period, there were always companions who accidentally bumped into them.However, when they saw the person they were dragging, the other orcs stopped and came forward one after another, talking in their own language.

"Is this the human viscount?"

"Kill him! Why not kill him?!"

"Are you stupid! Mr. Black Shadow said that he is useful to the owner of this territory."

The orcs watched old Severn leave until they reached Adrian.

Adrian looked at old Severn's gray hair, then squatted down, opened the viscount's eyelids with his fingers, and met a pair of blue pupils.

He was a little regretful, and said to Feit: "It is unlikely."

This "possibility" refers to whether the blood magic can take effect between him and the old Severn, allowing him to inherit the viscount's territory in the simplest way.

It's a pity that the rest of Langton's family has the same blond hair and green eyes, and his mother obviously can't have anything to do with the Savien family.Adrian sighed in disappointment. From this point of view, he could only start the second plan that he and Feit had decided on earlier.

But Feit said: "Let's try first."

"Okay, give it a try." Adrian said, and took out a scroll.

He first cut his own finger, dripped a drop of blood on it, and then casually brushed his finger aside, letting the excess blood fall to the side.

Halfway through the action, a bottle of medicine was handed over.

Adrian paused, helpless: "There's no need to waste it like this?" It's been a while since they left Iris Flower City. Although the potion given to them by the store owner has not been used up, in Adrian's view, it is a life-saving things.How can it be like Feit, who has to use it for any small injury?

Feith seemed very insistent.Adrian didn't answer, and he didn't move.

Seeing that the magic circle on the scroll has been activated and brightened, it is waiting for the blood of the rest of the people to fall on it.Adrian was worried that the magic circle would fail, so he muttered: "Okay, I will try not to get hurt in the future."

With that said, he took the potion.Feit was finally satisfied, following his previous movements, he lifted old Severn's hand onto the scroll, and directly stabbed the Viscount's palm with his usual short knife.

"..." Adrian clicked his tongue, but did not look away.

The short knife pierced the viscount's palm, and a lot of blood gushed out.The light on the scroll became brighter and brighter, which was a sign of the activation of blood magic.Some orcs cheered as soon as Mr. Sombra's goal had been achieved.Only Adrian and Feit knew that this was just a process of testing the blood of the two parties.

Soon after, the light dimmed, and the magic circle drawn on the scroll turned into a scorched color.

The cheering orcs didn't know why, but Adrian's mentality was good, and he smiled and said to Feit: "It really doesn't work."

Faith looked at him without saying a word.

Adrian coughed and held up his fingers to show him.

Seeing that the fingertips were as smooth as ever, with no trace of injury visible at all, Feit smiled.

Seeing him like this, Adrian had a lot to say.It's just that when he met Veit's smooth cheek, what was in his throat could no longer be said.

He was a little melancholy, but finally he was relieved: Indeed, didn't I also see that Feit was injured before?Until now, Faith has treated me... Sure enough, it's all the same.

"Fortunately, there is this." He took out another scroll from the storage ring.When I opened it, a fully effective blood magic was revealed in front of everyone.

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