After picking and choosing, Tessian did not see a fighter who could satisfy him. In the current market, most of the truly good glassmen are treasured in the inner courtyards of various slave owners. It is too difficult to find treasures in the market.

"It's all the stupid Boas, that I can't do anything so simple!" Taisian was very angry when he thought of this matter, and raised his whip to a slave on the street. The slave did not stop when he passed by, the Templar, passed by. This was a very disrespectful behavior.

A barbarian whip passed through an arc in the air, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped in the air. Tesian looked at it with his eyes and found that someone had intervened and used his spiritual power to fix his weapon. The local templar was wearing a crimson robe, and the outside was covered with a breastplate made of a flame beetle shell. This was a heroic woman. In order to give her long red hair the most suitable setting, she traveled all the way to Gerge City and became a templar here. Tesian was an old acquaintance with her, but she would rather not know her. This female templar named Kela was good-looking, had "average" skills, but had a very bad temper, and no one could guess what the poisonous snake was thinking.

"This is not Tyr City, Lord Texi'an, don't wave the whip randomly." Kela walked over and brought a gust of fragrant wind. Her spiritual power firmly grasped the whip, wrapped it up like a python, and wrapped it towards Texi'an, but finally stopped in front of his arm.

"I didn't expect you to be with these slaves and actually block the whip for them." Taixian simply let go of his weapon and put a mocking smile on his face. "If I hadn't known you very much, I would have thought you were a member of the masked alliance."

"The whimsical traitors of the masked alliance are not capable of asking me to join." Kela transferred the whip to Taixi's hand and gently stroked his plump red lips with his fingers. "Actually, if there is anything to tell me, I will naturally serve you. After all, you are now a high-level sacred temple and a close minister trusted by the Witch King."

After saying that, she opened her five claws and grabbed the slaves by the roadside. Her mind showed her power. A ray of light-changing rope flew out of her palm, turned a corner in the air, and accurately put it on the slave's neck. "Do you know the rules? When the Lord of the Holy Temple passes by, you will stop honestly and don't make the adults unhappy."

The power from the mind gradually strengthened, and the rope tightened immediately. In less than three seconds, the slave's neck was broken and fell softly to the ground, and his feces and urine were flowing. Taixian said "Hmm" and said, "Which slave is this?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it. Taixi'an is not a city under your jurisdiction." Kela waved her hand, and naturally there were sensible slaves to clean up the bodies, so as not to be out of sight. "I heard that you came here and purchased a lot of things. Have you paid for it? I never remember that your wallet was very thick!"

"For King Karak, Tyr City is naturally very enthusiastic. The king never stings with rewards to those loyal ministers, so I am naturally rich and generous." Tesian smiled and asked with his usual friendly mask: "Kora, how about it, do you want to go to Tyr City to take a look. Maybe revisiting the old place will make you think of settlement. Moreover, purple and red are very good."

Kola would not comment on this issue at all. It would be bad if there were eyeliners from the Witch King or other Templars around. "Are all the building materials you purchased this time used in that new temple? They are all good things, why do you have to use such good materials?"

"You'd better not ask about this. I don't know, no one knows." Taisian shook his finger and said, "Don't be curious, especially for the thoughts of Lord Witch King. If the king says do it, I will do it; if the king says stop, I will stop immediately."

"Yeah, you're so careful, without any doubt or thinking. You're such a brainless idiot, exactly the same as before."

Taixian was calm and reached under his robe and took out a kettle. "It's so hot here." He said, slowly unscrewing the plug, drinking comfortably from it, and then pursing his lips with satisfaction. "Look, I can only be so comfortable in front of you by being a brainless idiot. It's not for the witch king to be regarded as a idiot. It's the same principle as the supernatural powers of the mind, without any urging and torture, without enjoyment."

"It's indeed a high-level sacred temple, ha!" If it weren't for the mission, Kola would have turned around and left. In order to satisfy her Witch King's curiosity, she had to continue inquiries: "You are going to hold a grand gladiator competition, what kind of regulations are there? Why do I hear that the reward for the final winner is to allow slaves to be free?"

"I can tell you this." Tesian took another sip, but this time he moved quickly and briefly. "King Karak will redeem the slave who won the final victory and release it. This means that he will meet the demands made by the winner's master. Listen to me, as long as you don't be too greedy, it is indeed a good opportunity."

"What's a good opportunity?" Kela asked deliberately.

"A good opportunity to return to me and continue your relationship." Taixian knew that this was the most unlikely thing in the world, second only to killing the Witch King, so he joked. "I know very well in my heart that you have always been obsessed with me."

"Go back to Tyr City and continue your dreams! Taisian, I have long discovered that your right arm is much thicker than your left arm. Why, can't you even find a slave to help you solve your physiological problems? Do you want me to give you a few?" Kela held his right hand with a low hand and made a swinging move up and down. "Do you know, you are much older and need someone to take care of. On that day, don't forget that you still have a few friends."

"Oh, if there is such a list of friends who can take care of me, why don't you see you? Oh, it's okay, I'll remember to add your name in the back." Tesian said mockingly.

"Hmph, you are so slick, so flirtatious? I don't accept the gifts I give you. What's wrong? After walking here for a long time, I couldn't find anything satisfactory?" Kela turned her head, used her supernatural powers to enhance her vision, and quickly swept the entire market. "Well, there is really nothing good, it's the time for you to come."

"There was a Moor Gladiator, but I couldn't catch up and was bought." Tesian snorted: "You are simply in the countryside, and there is not even a special store dedicated to serving big people. I'm really disappointed."

"No wonder you are in a bad mood. It turns out that someone snatched away things. Why, don't you go and get them back?"

"Just a slave, how can a mixed-race Mur people be worthy of mobilizing? I feel that I will meet them on the way back to the city, and it is mine." Tesian looked at Kela, his eyes flashed over the little tongue between her red lips, knowing that she was inviting herself to do something she liked.

"I don't have that much time, baby. My convoy is about to set off, and the distance is still far." Taisian gently picked up Kela's hand and sniffed it on the back of her hand, like a nobleman of the old era. "I can only invite you to walk with me for a while, so that we have more time to spend together."

Kela pulled his hand back violently and shook it angrily: "Then let me walk back alone, you keep moving forward? Why do I want you to feel comfortable and satisfied? You are a bastard, not like a man, a bastard without a slut."

"Even if I am really angry with you, I will first ensure the itinerary and safety of the convoy. Because compared with King Carac, your opinion of me is really not worth mentioning." Tesian looked at the sun above his head and finally said, "I wish you a happy, beautiful."
Chapter completed!