The place where Roger is located is a manor called "Paradise". It is located on the east side of Violet Harbour, opposite Pier 3. The park is separated from the outside world by a wall made of earth and stones, and is surrounded by watchtowers that are guarded throughout the day. In addition to a three-storey main building, the park also has dungeons, slave sheds, guard quarters, and a training ground.

It's called Paradise, but in reality, it's a hell for slaves. Slaves were trained here every day, and Roger had a group of slaves who trained them in a variety of ways and sold them.

Of course, ordinary slaves can't enter Paradise. Only female slaves and war slaves had this kind of "preferential treatment".

It was noon, and as the weather got hotter, the big fireball in the sky became more and more vicious. A faint smell of the sea breeze blew from the direction of the strait, making the guards hiding in the shade of the watchtower drowsy.

A dark-skinned guard with three layers of fat on his belly yawned and lit a cigarette listlessly. The colleague next to him laughed and scolded: "Dead fatty, which woman's belly spent the night last night." Looking at you like this, you must have squeezed it out. ”

The fat man smiled and said, "Don't say it, those women on the dock are really sassy, Lao Tzu three of them last night, and he almost didn't die of exhaustion." ”

Naturally, there are women engaged in special industries in Violet Harbor, and these people are also divided into three, six, nine and so on. Of these women, the women of the dock were the cheapest, and as long as they had money, they could sit on the floor as a bed. Of course, they are also patronized by low-level guards like the fat man in front of them, or people who work in low-paying jobs.

Those who have a little money in their pockets are not willing to patronize that kind of woman. Because they are very dirty, there are several dirty diseases on their bodies.

The fat man's colleague immediately frowned and said, "You dare to touch the woman there, fat man, be careful that your words will be useless in the future." ”

", don't curse me, I'm fine, fat man."

The two scolded each other a few times, and something flashed in the corner of the fat man's eyes. It was bright and stung his eyes. He squinted and saw that under the sun, someone was walking in the direction of paradise. It was a silver-haired young man, and his flowing silver luster hair reflected the sun, like fluttering flames.

The fat man frowned, the boy was a freshman, and he didn't know what he was doing in Paradise. He threw away his inferior cigarettes, stepped the butts into the sand with his bare feet, and carried his rifle up: "Hey, boy. It's a private place, get out of here. ”

The boy smiled brightly and said, "I'm here to find Mr. Roger." ”

"Are you looking for Mr. Roger?" The fat man smiled and said, "Is there an appointment?" If you don't have one, bring the name card and add 5 gold coins. I promise it will appear on Mr. Roger's desk as quickly as possible. ”

"I didn't have an appointment, but I came with a post. It's just that I probably had to send this post myself to make a deep impression on Mr. Roger. The young man took a long black iron box from his back, leaned on the ground and said with a smile.

Another guard also walked over, stood with the fat man and said, "Don't make trouble if the kid doesn't have a post, the fat man is in a good mood today and doesn't care about you." Otherwise, you'll have to watch your ass/eye. ”

"Whoever said I didn't have a post, look, it's not." The boy slapped the black box, and the box slid open. What slipped out was a rough black knife, and he pulled out the knife and shook it.

The two guards finally knew that the boy was here to make trouble, and the fat man sneered: "You are looking for death!" ”

He raised his rifle and tried to make the boy's head bloom. However, as soon as he moved his hand, a black tide rushed towards him. The fat man suddenly felt that he was so clumsy, and the rifle, which was usually raised with one stroke, was now slowly lifted like a snail. However, the black tide in front of me was menacing, it was just a black wave when it first came, but in an instant, it turned into a monstrous sea wall!

The fat man felt that his soul was about to be drowned in the black waves that connected the sky and the earth, and he didn't even have time to release the screams in his mouth. The picture in sight is split in two, with an abyss-like darkness in the middle.

The guard standing next to him sat down on the ground, stunned to see the fat man, who had been stabbed and almost split his head, falling at his feet. The fat man's corpse was still staring with round eyes, and red and white streams continued to flow out of the split head in the middle. The guard tried to scream, but it turned into a hysterical cry.

Alan walked into the gate of the park with Qianjun in his hand, and the fat man died too quickly, and the people in the park still didn't know what happened at the gate. It wasn't until Eren had walked away for a moment that a group of guards passed by, laughing and laughing. When he saw the bloody heavy knife in Allen's hand, he shouted and raised his gun to fire.

Alan flashed to a nearby slave shack, and the guards' bullets slammed into the wall in vain. After a round of shooting, they grabbed their guns and ran behind the wall, and suddenly Allen flashed out, and a heavy knife swept out with a dignified black light. Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound, the tip of the knife pointed, the air wave emptied, and the dust and smoke kicked up were like wings. On the wingtips, there were several human bodies that had been lifted by the sword wind, all of them had twisted their bodies, and they were already dead before they could hit the ground.

When I looked up, another guard from the guard's dormitory in front of me ran over. An engraving suddenly appeared on Allen's forehead, and the heavy knife was immediately caught by the fire dragon. He held a knife into the ground, and three pale red rays of light flashed more than ten meters in front of him.

The rushing guards didn't notice the change in the ground, and when they stepped into the red light area, there was a boom and a muffled sound, and three thick/black fire dragons rushed up from the ground, blasting the guards beyond recognition. Even the rushing air currents knocked the guards behind them to the ground.

Alan smiled slightly, lifted the remaining embers of the "Flame Ground Rush", and crashed into the stunned guards behind him. The heavy knife was pointed at, the human body fell, and no one could stop him from stabbing at all.

"What's going on?"

In a lavishly decorated bedroom, Roger jumped out of the soft queen bed. He was tall and thin, with dark gray hair and a goatee that gave him a rather gloomy look. In the dimly lit bedroom, Roger's eyes shimmered like a coyote. He rushed to the window and lifted the curtain, just in time to see a blaze explode on the training ground in front of the main building.

Small explosions continued to appear on the training ground, and the explosion of fire left a straight trail in the field, which pointed straight towards the main building, making Roger feel very uncomfortable. Roger couldn't help but yell: "Geralph, why don't you go and see which bastard dares to destroy my paradise like this!" ”

"Yes, sir." A deep voice answered from outside the door.

The heavy knife pulled out a black tide like a flag, slapping several guards away, and the road leading to the main building was empty. Allen carried the knife on his shoulder and glanced at the whole scene, most of the forty or fifty guards in Roger's paradise lay down, and those who were still standing only dared to point their guns at Allen from a distance, but no one dared to shoot lightly, for fear of provoking this evil star.

At this time, a person walked out of the gate of the main building, and when they saw the man, the guards obviously felt relieved. Alan looked at him, a man in his thirties dressed in clothes dyed with bright flowers, wearing a straw hat, and dragging an unusually slender sword in his hand. The sword is almost as tall as anyone else, with a grip of 30 centimeters, and can be held with both hands.

The style is a bit like a two-handed greatsword, but the body of the sword is slender like a one-handed sword, and the blade is slightly curved, rather than straight like an ordinary longsword.

This should be a specially crafted sword, and since it can use a special style of weapon, it should be a profound attainment in this sword.

When the fancy man saw Allen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes gradually became fierce: "This is a private place, Your Excellency trespassed without permission, but I am afraid that I will not be able to get out completely." ”

"I don't think so, after all, I'm just here to visit Mr. Roger. It's just that Mr. Roger has to make an appointment and hand over the name card or something, which is really a waste of time. Only by handing it over myself as a post with this knife, I think it will be a pleasure to have a conversation with Mr. Roger. Alan said with a bright smile.

The man nodded, "I'm Mr. Roger's personal bodyguard, Geralph." If you want to see Mr. Roger, you'll have to ask me first! ”

With the soles of his feet on the ground, Geralf dragged his sword and rushed forward. The long sword dragged a trail of dust and smoke on the sand, but it was also full of momentum. Eren put away his smile, pointed forward slightly, and the blade continued to make subtle adjustments, so Geralf found that no matter how he adjusted the angle of the charge, Allen's knife aura was always shrouded in him, and he was secretly frightened.

In the blink of an eye, Geralf was already close, and when he was still about two meters away from Allen, his toes pressed into the sand. Geralf's body suddenly stopped, and in a moment of movement, a wave of air was generated out of thin air, blowing Allen's hair straight up. The sword that dragged behind him flicked up, centering on Geralf's body, pulling out a semicircular cold light that swept across Allen's waist.

Allen's heavy sword was vertical, and in the loud exchange of blows, sparks splashed everywhere where the swords collided. Eran leaned forward with the opponent's sword, and the heavy knife advanced all the way, sparking a series of sparks on Geralf's sword. As he saw that he was about to crash into Geralf's arms, the blade of Chijun was stained with a reddish sheen. The heavy knife flicked up and slashed out, pulling out a dark red blade that struck Geralf in the face.

Such a sinister blow was only seen in Geralf's life. At the end of the thousand years, a demonic roar had already sounded in Geralf's ears, and even the air around him suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood, as if he was on a tragic battlefield in an instant, and Geralf's heart beat heavily. He suddenly knew that the young man in front of him was actually a knife master who had touched the knife intent.

He let out a loud roar, ignoring the heavy knife as if it were nothing. The long sword slashed at Allen's neck, but it was a lose-lose fight!

(Today's daughter-in-law went to the hospital for a check-up, if a qiē shun lì, there will be a new family member in August this year, hehe~~) R1058