Chapter 826: The Woman From the Far West

"Oh...dammit! It seems that we came at a bad time."

As a man who has become a father, Stephen understood what was going on in an instant, but he didn't want to let go of this hard-won opportunity, so he mustered up the courage to come to the guard and bowed slightly: "Hello, I'm Hong The head of the Falcon Mercenary Group has made an appointment to meet Miss Doris today..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was immediately interrupted by the guard: "Sorry, I believe you should have heard, Miss Doris is currently in labor, so she can't see guests at all. Please go back first and come back in a few days. "

As soon as the words fell, I saw a vigorous male servant galloping all the way on a horse, shouting as he ran, "Open the door quickly! I can rush to the temple in the city as quickly as possible to invite the priest!"

The soldiers guarding the door did not dare to be negligent, they opened the iron gate directly, and let the horse gallop away, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

Watching off the servant who was gradually disappearing at the end of the road, he sighed slightly and said to the two members of the Kestrel mercenary group: "You have also seen it, the inside is probably a mess now, even if I go in and report Someone will respond."

Stephen looked a little unwilling, frowned and looked inside the gate, then stared at the female shaman covered in blue paint, his eyes suddenly lit up, he quickly untied the money bag on his body, stuffed it directly to the guards, and lowered his voice at the same time Said: "Friend, have you seen that woman? She is a soul shaman from the Maztec continent. She has the ability to heal. It took us a lot of effort to get it out of a powerful tribe."

"A divine spell user?!" The soldier's face instantly revealed an unbelievable expression. "You...you dare to take a spellcaster as a slave?!!!"

You must know that in Faerun Continent, a spellcaster means a powerful supernatural power. Even an apprentice can make ordinary people die inexplicably, let alone a shaman who can manipulate the soul.

Although there is not much contact with human society, people with a little common sense know very well whether it is a living or a dead soul. All must obey the control of the soul shaman. In this sacred field, they are well-deserved masters.

There is no doubt that in relatively primitive tribes, the soul shaman is usually the most expensive and shoulders very important responsibilities, so even if he becomes a captive, he will be respected accordingly.

The guards couldn't imagine that the two guys in front of them just ate some kind of ambitious leopard guts. To treat a powerful magic user like this, aren't they afraid of death?

But Stephen was obviously confident, smiled triumphantly and explained: "Don't worry, I guarantee that this woman is very obedient, and will obey even the most outrageous orders. We follow the tradition among the tribes of the Maztec continent, from a Victory tribe bought her. This also means that unless I agree to let her go free, or she accidentally dies in battle, otherwise, she will always have to obey."

"It's unbelievable! There are such barbaric rules in this world! Are you sure she will abide by them?" The guard still hadn't recovered from the shock, and his eyes were fixed on the slightly weird-looking female shaman.

Just when the little man wanted to say something. The soul shaman who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke. Although the pronunciation was a bit irregular, it was clearly the authentic common language of Faerun.

"Foreigners. All the tribes on our Maztec continent keep their promises and never lie, so don't use your race's treacherous and cunning views to slander my soul, because it is an insult."

After hearing these words, not only did the guard's face change slightly, but the two members of the "Kestrel" mercenary group were so gloomy that they could drip water. They never knew that this soul shaman could speak the common language, so they suddenly became a little uneasy, especially the eyes of the little man kept flickering, and one hand was always on the dagger at his waist. Just wait for the boss to give an order, and the trouble in front of him will be completely solved.

In this barbaric and primitive world, it is quite normal for female captives to be (violated) by men, especially when a noble soul shaman is pressed under her body and indulged in (abuse) , definitely enough to make the mercenaries of humble origins feel blood spurting.

"Kestrel" used to do some illegal business such as smuggling, and there was basically nothing good in the group, so on the way back, they raped female shamans in turn. In their view, this is nothing more than a person who neither speaks. Foreign slaves who don't understand the common language don't have to worry about spreading the word.

But the current situation is a bit unexpected. This woman can not only understand the common language, but also speak it fluently. The situation suddenly becomes subtle.

Stephen’s eyes were full of murderous intent at this moment. The frequent contact with the nobles and big businessmen in the city in the past few days made him fully understand what the so-called upper class is all about. Therefore, I know that I must not spread my (beast) desires on female captives, otherwise I will be excluded from this circle immediately.

As the elite class of the whole world, nobles may be insidious, cunning, mercenary, and sophisticated, but it is certainly impossible to use violence against a woman. In their eyes it was an act of tasteless rudeness, the kind reserved for country folk, full of wild and vulgar ideas.

When an aristocrat takes a fancy to a woman, he usually chooses the following methods. The first is to pursue enthusiastically, recite a few love poems in public from time to time, and send small gifts such as flowers and jewelry. Normally, ordinary girls It will soon fall under this kind of offensive and become the opponent's (lover).

If the above methods are not successful, then you can use power and money to buy the woman's family and friends to put pressure on her. If it is not successful, then the nobles will use some special means to make the woman's family owe money quickly. Huge debts, and then repeatedly harassed the local hooligans and thieves' guilds until they couldn't bear such a life and voluntarily surrendered.

All in all, they believe that the means of being courteous to acquire women is a manifestation of one's own charm, and the next second is the embodiment of power, and the third is the embodiment of wisdom and wrist, which respectively represent the three qualities of nobility , and women must be voluntary, even if this voluntary is only superficial.

Like all upstarts. Ever since he had money, the first thing Stephen thought of was being able to become an aristocrat, so the scandals that happened before must not be spread, otherwise he would only be a wealthy commoner for the rest of his life.

The female shaman seemed to see through his thoughts, and smiled disdainfully: "Don't worry, although your ugly behavior makes me feel very disgusted, it is nothing compared to the fate guided by the soul of the ancestors. Look If not, a great life is about to be born in this world, and his soul is so powerful. He is destined to be a born king, and I can't wait to kneel at his feet and become his faithful servant."

When she said this, the woman's face was full of fanaticism, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and the hot light in her eyes seemed to be able to melt steel.

"You really won't tell what happened that night?" Stephen clenched his forehead and asked in a low voice. He looked a little nervous, and his palms were sweaty.

"I swear by the souls of our ancestors, you should feel at ease now, right? Insidious and despicable man!" the female shaman said in a cold tone.

"Of course, thank you for forgiving our rude offense." Stephen bowed slightly while speaking. He knows very well that once the soul shaman of the Maztec continent swears by the soul of the ancestors. Then once you violate the instant, you will lose the ability to communicate with the soul, so I finally let go of my hanging heart.

"Forgive?" The female shaman pouted with a sneer. "No, I didn't take this matter to heart at all. It's like a human being was bitten by a mosquito. The reason why I didn't slap it was not because of kindness, but because I didn't care. Well, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, Let me go in and meet the master who needs to serve my whole life, he is my belief...my everything..."

After listening to this sentence, Stephen seemed to suddenly understand something, fear appeared in his eyes, and he asked in a trembling voice: "You...you did it on purpose from the beginning, right?!! You...you actually used us to To get here... even willing to endure humiliation! Pretending to be a slave!"

"That's right! It seems that although you are despicable and cunning, you are not stupid at all. I have been planning to come to your world ten years ago to find the person of destiny. According to the prophecy of the great ancestor soul, he He is the only great leader who can lead us to defeat the enemy and lead us towards revival. Now that I have finally accomplished this goal, all that remains is to wait silently for him to grow up, and then offer my soul..."

After the female shaman finished speaking, she released a powerful spell, instantly immobilizing the three people including the guards in place. And she tidied up her clothes, and like a pilgrim, she walked slowly into the gate step by step, and finally disappeared into the garden.

Due to Doris' dystocia, all the servants in the mansion were busy. Although sometimes they don't even understand what they are busy with, but if they stand still. You will undoubtedly be reprimanded by the housekeeper, and you may lose your well-paid job.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the female shaman came to the room unimpeded, without even using any magical powers, she easily found the door of the delivery room.

Suddenly, a sharp gaze fixed on her, followed by a gray-haired old man who stood up and blocked the way. He was none other than Kaidong, who had just come to settle in Blue Winter City a few months ago.

This elderly paladin has experienced countless vicious battles. Even now that he is retired, he still keeps exercising every day. Especially in terms of experience, few people can beat him in one-on-one battles.

After confirming that the opponent's path was completely blocked, Kaidong whispered, holding the long sword hanging on his waist, "Who are you? Why are you here!"

He appeared here mainly to ensure the safety of the mother. You must know that there are many lower-plane creatures, evil mages, cursed souls, etc. on the main plane, and they all like weak women and newborn babies after childbirth. And the paladin just happens to be the nemesis of these guys.

"Don't be nervous, warrior of the alien gods, my name is Kakasimma, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to help that suffering mother. She is too weak to give birth to such a strong child with her own strength. "Speaking, the female shaman opened her hands, exposing her chest to the attack of the long sword, to show her innocence.

As a soul shaman, she can feel the bright soul light hidden in Kaidong's aging body, which is a sign of transformation into the Holy Spirit, a phenomenon that can only occur when one is in perfect agreement with the god of faith in terms of thought and material, and is the same as Such a person being an enemy is tantamount to declaring war on the gods behind him, and no one with a little sense of reason would do this. (to be continued ~^~)