Hearing Sharod's words, Anrui was shocked at first, but quickly regained his composure. There is nothing to be afraid of. As the other party said, it is just a simple discussion, not a life and death battle. Through this battle, we can also get a feel for Sharod's true identity, which will be beneficial without any harm. "I've heard of your name a long time ago. It's a great honor to be able to fight against you." An Rui took a deep breath and said neither humble nor overbearing. "Most of the people who fought with me are dead, but you will be an exception." Sharrod's eyes were calm, like a pool of frozen stagnant water, not causing the slightest ripples due to the upcoming battle. He held the Thunder Sword vertically in front of him. The sword was as thin as a piece of paper. The electric light on it converged and miraculously retracted into the sword body, which showed that the sword holder did not bother to use the power of lightning to fight this time. Anrui pursed her lips, as if zipping up a zipper. He understood that there was no need to speak next, all communication could be conducted with the sword. This is a language that only warriors can understand. "Whoosh!" Without any warning, Sharod suddenly moved and turned into a swift afterimage, appearing in front of An Rui and slashing the Thunder Sword in his hand. The blue sword body draws a blue sword glow, which is cruelly beautiful. So fast! This was the first thought that came to An Rui's mind, and then his body began to act according to the guidance of his subconscious. He dodged to one side and put the sword upside down on his shoulder for defense. The sword is faster than a person. Before An Rui can avoid it, the sword has already fallen in front of him and is about to cut through his skin. At this critical moment, Sharod changed his tactics, withdrew the Thunder Sword, disappeared like a ghost, and attacked in another direction. As soon as An Rui stood firm, he saw a blue sword light coming from the right side of his body and heading straight for his neck. He had no choice but to duck and avoid it. The sword light was not as dangerous as it looked, and it had already moved away before it touched his body. Only then did he realize that Sharrod was just testing his reaction speed, like a cat teasing a mouse. This situation made him very angry, but there was nothing he could do. The gap between the two sides was so big that it was difficult to make up for it in a short time. The blue sword light was like a cage, trapping Anrui inside, attacking from all directions in the west, forcing Anrui to spin around. Before long, he was so tired that he was sweating profusely. The sweat soaked through his clothes and flowed down his bearded cheeks. "Not bad." Sharod said softly, jumped back and took back the Thunder Sword. The wind and rain stopped immediately in the courtyard, and all the blue sword light disappeared at the same time. The pressure like a heavy mountain also disappeared. An Rui felt light all over, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, breathing heavily. There were countless swords attacking him just now, and two-thirds of them could kill him, but in the end they didn't hurt him at all. Even his enemy had to admire Sharod's mastery of fighting. ¡¾Tips: You were defeated by a level 12 warrior and gained 25 experience points. You still need 330 experience points to reach the next level. ] The system prompts sounded. It turns out that you can gain experience even after defeating, and there are a lot of them. This is probably related to Sharrod's strength. If you were defeated by a fog weasel, you wouldn't be able to gain so much experience. "Let him be a little boss. With his ability, he is qualified to manage several people." Sharod slowly inserted the Thunder Sword back into the scabbard, and the crackling sound of electric light emitted from it again. "Okay, no problem, I believe in your vision." Berrent seemed very happy, and asked the men around him to pour a new glass of wine, grabbed the wine glass in his hand, and sent it to An Rui's hand, "Detention The slave's dungeon is short of manpower, so go there and be a little boss." "Dungeon?" An Rui was stunned when he heard this, and his expression became strange. "Yes, dungeon, do you hate this job? If you hate it, you can stay in my mansion as a guard leader." "No, no, no, I like the dungeon very much, just let me work there." In this way, Anrui successfully penetrated into the enemy and obtained the position he wanted most. Berego is being imprisoned in the dungeon, where he works, which is convenient for carrying out rescue operations. "Berrent will definitely regret today's decision in the future." An Rui secretly laughed in his heart. The next morning, An Rui officially took up his post, and under the guidance of one of Berendt's men, he went to the dungeon where the slaves were kept. It is located within the Iron Cannon Port and is very close to the slave trading market. It has a strategic location and is convenient for trading. The entrance to the dungeon looked very inconspicuous, just a small courtyard, but An Rui knew that there was an underground world under this small courtyard. After bringing An Rui here, the man responsible for guiding the way left and did not stay long. The next person responsible for taking over An Rui is the leader of the dungeon. His subordinates call this person the leader of the dungeon, and his real name is Malen. "New here, Boss Berrent said that you have good abilities and asked you to come here to be a small leader. That's no problem. From now on, you will be the captain of the third team. We don't have many people here, and each team only has There are only seven or eight people. The third team you manage is the least, with only six people. If you think there are too few, the dogs here will be left to you." Mullen laughed when he said this. A mouth full of yellowed teeth. He had a long face with pits and pits, so ugly that any woman would look away. Probably sensing something, the wolf dogs locked in cages in the yard barked one after another. These dogs were all black, and each one looked ferocious. Regardless of their fighting power, their appearance alone could play a big role. . An Rui glanced at the wolf dogs in the iron cage and wondered if he could scare the shit out of these wolf dogs if he let out a threatening dragon roar. "There is another rule when you come to my place. No matter who comes, you must first light a pipe for me. This can establish the superior-subordinate relationship between us." Maren spoke again, took out a pipe, filled it with He picked up some tobacco, handed a lighter to An Rui, and shook it three times. Smoking flourished with the advent of the Age of Discovery. It has long become a fashion and a daily habit. Many people smoke. Good tobacco is a valuable commodity in circulation and can be sold for high prices in wealthy places. Many manor owners are growing tobacco and seeking huge profits. As for the lighter, it is a small thing similar to a lighter, but its structure and principle are completely different. It mainly uses flint friction to make fire. It often takes several hits to ignite combustible materials. An Rui came here to hide evil intentions, but now it is far from the time to take action, so he can only hide his fangs. He took the lighter with a smile and made a lighting gesture. Malen put the pipe in his mouth, raised his face slightly, and looked at An Rui opposite him. Anrui fiddled with the mechanism on the lighter a few times, causing a little spark to ignite the tobacco in the pipe. Green smoke rose into the air, making Mullen's long face blurry. "Very good, Ender. From now on, you will be the captain of the third team." Mullen took a long puff of cigarette and then spit the smoke into An Rui's face. The latter remained unmoved and even his eyes closed. Not blinking. Next, An Rui followed Malen and several jailers into the dungeon, and followed the stairs step by step deeper into the underground. There was a flickering lamp burning below, illuminating the dirty ground. "The place where the female slaves are trained will be cleaner, but don't expect it in other places." Malen said. An Rui was noncommittal and extended his gaze downwards, looking for traces of Berego. He hoped that when he found Berego later, the other party would not recognize him. If the other party shouted "An Rui", it would be troublesome. Under the stairs, there are two corridors. There are cells on both sides of the corridor, separated by iron bars. Several jailers guarded the place, some were patrolling, and others were playing cards. Malen introduced the new Anrui to everyone, but everyone showed a lack of interest and did not show much enthusiasm. "Can I take a walk around the dungeon first to familiarize myself with the environment?" An Rui seized the opportunity and asked Malen sideways. "Of course, you can take a walk around. The area here is not small, and there is a second and third floor below." Mullen smoked a cigarette and nodded in agreement. An Rui left Malen and wandered alone in the dungeon. He walked slowly and looked carefully, not sparing every cell. Most of the people in the cells are indigenous people. This race has an appearance similar to the human race, but their skin color is darker. They were all captured from the New World and would soon be sent to various places to serve as coolies. The Age of Discovery was an era of massive wealth making and rapid development for the empire, but for the poor and backward indigenous people, it was really a disaster. They were caught by a group of strangers who spoke different languages, thrown on a ship, risking death, and transported to an unknown country to do all kinds of hard work. Their fate was quite miserable. Now is not the time to pity these people. An Rui reminded himself in his mind to continue looking for Berego. It is not difficult to find an elf here. Not everyone has long ears and blond hair. When they reached the bottom, Anrui finally found Berego in one of the cells. At this time, Berego was chained to the wall, with iron ropes fastened around his neck, hands and feet. He was naked, wearing only a pair of underpants to cover his body.??Except for his face, there were wounds everywhere on his body, 80% of which were whip wounds. Berego lowered his head, probably passed out, and his golden hair hung down from his forehead, covering most of his face. Anrui and Berego did not have deep feelings, and they were not touched by the scene before them. They were neither sad nor angry, they just said something secretly in their hearts. "Finally I found you."