Chapter 151 Smooth Action
The slave quarters were a very crowded and disorganized place, especially after three times as many workers were crammed in at once, making it impossible to establish strict supervision. Only in the direction of a few exits, trained desert troglodytes use their keen sense of smell to detect everyone, preventing those inside from escaping, and preventing masked allies from coming in to cause trouble.
The Templars rely heavily on their lizards. Most of them have simple spell-casting abilities and are more sensitive than animals, but no one can stay alert for a whole day, let alone cast spells. When a superior comes to inspect, all the passes will light up with the light of detecting magic. It is just for good looks and has almost no practical use. The only purpose is that this light is like a police light, almost as a tip-off to the slaves and the Masked Alliance.
When the Templars don't use spells, invisibility can fool them. But ordinary invisibility only has a visual effect, it will not hide sounds, let alone cover smells. The vibrations from walking, the temperature changes caused by movement, and the ever-present wind can all expose a stalker. Therefore, the guards spend great efforts to cultivate and train various animals, and use their powerful senses to guard against enemies who try to sneak around. Most people have no good way to deal with these animals, but druids obviously do not include them. Zhao Mai used the animal ignoring technique, and the lizards would ignore him. Then he just needs to find out which guards are taking a rest and pass through there.
Zhao Mai had a thorough understanding of the layout of the temple tower construction site and slave camp over the past few months. Hiding in the darkness and carefully avoiding a few sentries, bursts of laughter could be heard not far ahead, accompanied by bursts of dice sounds. It was the casino in the camp. Not only the guards and supervisors, but sometimes some slaves would also play a few games to see if they could make more money. Someone may ask, how can a slave have money? The Templars must reward their spies, otherwise how would they catch the traitors of the Masked Alliance and find the lazy ones who were sneaking around during the construction?
Most slaves who have some money will come here. In addition to this being the only place to receive them, they can experience the joy of winning money and the pain of losing it all with civilians, overseers and low-level officials. The slaves will For a moment, I had the illusion that I was also a free man. They will temporarily forget the shabby shacks, the unpalatable and unsatisfying food, the endless work and whipping, and the possibility of death at any time.
Recently, the frequency of killing slaves has been somewhat reduced, and even the whipping has been reduced a lot. Maybe Karak Witch King also hopes to retain as many tributes as possible, and die together in the end. It was good news for the slaves, but all of this had nothing to do with Zhao Mai. He dealt with the Geth people, found an overseer or guard by the way, faked his death, and then prepared to leave.
Geis are not allowed to engage in gambling, especially dice and card games. Their eyesight and memory are too good, and most of them have psychic powers, which is like cheating to others. When the casino started operating, the Geisians could only engage in other entertainment, such as wine and women.
Zhao Mai avoided the sight of the guards and the vigilance of the lizards and entered the "entertainment area". Here he, like any other slave informant, can puff out his chest, sway, and preferably adopt a drunken posture. No one would come up to search him, except those gamblers who had lost all their money and wanted to get some money back from the slave. But tonight's gambling has just begun, and it is very unlikely that we will encounter such an unlucky fool now.
A drunken slave came over, shaking the small money bag in his hand. It was a fine linen money bag sewn with silver thread, and the bone coins inside made a dull clanking sound. I don’t know who he betrayed today, but it seems like it must be the first time he has done this: on the one hand, he was not alert enough to keep the money; on the other hand, he drank so fast and drunk, it was probably To cover up your inner fear or guilt.
Zhao Mai didn't want to smell of alcohol, as that would increase the risk of exposure. He wanted to go around, but he didn't expect the other party to rush towards him. "You too...you too?" The man's words were unclear and he was stirring garlic at his feet. Zhao Mai didn't dare to be careless. Although Taixi'an ignored him for a long time, Zhao Mai had been on guard against the appearance of "Taixian's killer". Coupled with the influence of the spiritual energy brought up by the temple tower for a long time, the nerves are inevitably a little over-stressed.
Zhao Mai focused his thoughts on his psychic powers, and then opened his arms forward as if to catch the opponent. But he imagined that two continuously entangled tubes stretched out from his arms, transporting spiritual energy to the outside and transforming into a clenched fist.
The summoned psychic fist was almost completely transparent and had a strong surprise, and it swung hard at the drunk man's face. There was just a bang, and the drunkard's teeth flew out mixed with blood and alcohol-smelling saliva. The thin body, which weighed less than 100 kilograms, leaned back straight and fell to the sand with a thud, his neck backwards. After twisting half a circle, it hung up.
"Uh, so inexperienced?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, not sure whether the opponent was too weak or whether he had improved too much compared to before. He thought about withdrawing his two fists into his body, and the remaining spiritual energy returned. The advantage of psychic energy is that you can send and receive it at will. In less urgent situations, you can absorb unused energy back according to your will and use it as your own supplement. Then, he looked at the drunkard and felt that he couldn't just leave him in the passage. Wouldn't it be bad if he attracted attention too early? Zhao Mai originally wanted to kill a supervisor or a Templar in disguise, but the drunkard was so unlucky that he had to take advantage of it. Zhao Mai picked him up, like he was carrying a sack, and quickly left the scene of the crime.
If it hadn't been for months of hard work, Zhao Mai wouldn't have been able to develop the physical strength to run and jump with a corpse on his back.
The Geths all look alike, but there are only two Geths responsible for checking and registering slaves. All the slaves have met it and been abused by him to varying degrees, so information such as his living location is simply impossible. is public. Maybe he was blind and believed too much in the protection that slavery brought him, or maybe he was simply a fool and had no awareness of this aspect at all. In short, he occupied a separate cabin to live in, and it was only protected by a simple door latch. Own.
The food reserve circled around the hut, sniffed lightly with his nose, and stuck out his tongue to indicate that there was no problem. Zhao Mai put his hand on the door and imagined that he was the T-1000 in the Terminator movie. His body parts could slowly penetrate through the gaps in the door panel and re-condensate a hand on the opposite side. When it comes to imagination, which is the most important part of psychic powers, I'm afraid the whole of Atas combined is not as much as the mess in Zhao Mai's mind.
According to his own training, the energy from the soul completed his order and quietly raised the latch, then quietly opened the door. Bubble Eyes is still sleeping soundly. Its eyelidless eyes that can never be closed are of no use at all at this time. Maybe in his sleep, he would have a nightmare: Death quietly walked in from the door, tied the fatal noose around his neck, and then slowly tightened it until he took his last breath.
Zhao Mai didn't use such complicated tricks. He looked at his surroundings, then pierced its throat with the sharpened tile dagger. At the same time, he used his psychic powers to lift the sheet over and cover the Geth man's struggling head.
From the beginning to the end, he didn't want the Geth people to see his face.
Although psychic powers that are powerful enough to a certain extent can find clues from the brains of the deceased, strong men such as the Witch King should not care about a dead servant. Zhao Mai put his collar on the drunk man's body, and then took away most of the money from him and Bubble Eyes. After that, naturally, the common choice of most "bad guys" is to set a fire.
The fire doesn't need to be too big, as long as it can burn and burn the drunk man's face. By the time everyone came to blow sand to put out the fire, Zhao Mai had already slipped through the warning line of the troglodytes again with the reserves of grain in his hands, and quietly arrived in the city of Tire.
Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to celebrate his "temporary freedom," a voice suddenly sounded from behind him. "You're doing well. Are you willing to hang out with me?"