The brother is seven years old and the younger sister is six years old. She has no father or mother and has no support. She wants to steal her communicator from the powerful adult, then escape from the manor, cross the wilderness, and enter a city with unknown distance. This difficulty can be imagined.

They only know which room their communicator is, who are the ordinary guardians, and other than that, they don't even have the ability to make a plan.

However, none of this can stop them from wanting to be students. Slaves are from generation to generation, and their parents are slaves, so they are, and because they are slaves, their future children cannot escape.

For the two siblings, this may be the only opportunity to change their destiny.

"Eat more when you get off work and eat more tonight, and take more, don't be afraid of being beaten, you have enough food to have the strength to escape."

The sister nodded nervously.

"I will lead the guards at the room and the door to the evening. If you can steal the communicator, you can steal it. If you can't steal it, you can just run away. After leaving the manor, wait for me in the woods we saw on the mining road last time. If you count a thousand numbers, I haven't come yet, you can leave by yourself." The brother said the plan he had racked his brains to come up with.

The sister covered her mouth in panic. Even though she was naive, she knew that once her brother did not show up, she would definitely die.

She sobbed, "But I can go and lead them away. Brother, please run away first! I know they want to do bad things to me, and I can delay more time!"

The brother gritted his teeth suddenly, and blood oozed out of his gums: "That group of beasts!"

"Don't cry! Be obedient! Otherwise I will die in front of you now!"

The brother and sister were planning to escape on this side, and on the other side, the owner of the manor had just sent away the great noble envoy from the city.

"Unconditionally release all slaves of the right age." The Knight spilled the compensation all over the floor and roared: "They are all my wealth, why do you want me to release them! Just this little gold coins?! My slaves can earn twice for me in just one year!"

He took out the communicator from his arms and threw it on the ground, picked up the giant sword and slashed it on it like crazy. However, the communicator was unharmed, and the message still flashed: "Master! So what about the mage! Can the mage deprive me of my private property!"

The butler beside him looked down at the knight with a pleasing look, ignoring the residue splashing on him and said, "Master, I think we should consider what we should do now? Should we release the slaves, or "

The Knight looked at him and shouted, "Release? What a joke! Who will give me the work!"

The housekeeper continued, "But if we don't let them go, how can we explain to the city lord? Or, how can we explain to the mage?"

The Knight calmed down: "Master, hehe, don't they know how many slaves they have with these communicators? If we throw the communicators away"

The housekeeper frowned: "But the previous census has recorded the number of slaves we have."

"Then go join forces with the rest of the knights. If anyone asks, it means we have let these slaves go, but they die on the way!"

"This thing is still useful. At least we don't need to ride a horse for a few days now to inform others everywhere." The knight sneered and picked up the communicator and dialed the numbers of the knights he had with him.

The housekeeper hesitated for a moment and said nothing in the end. He felt that things would not be so simple, but as a retainer, the decision of the master was the first priority.

—

The brother and sister swallowed food with a bruised nose and swollen face. When the light was completely dim that day, the brother hugged his sister hard, and then resolutely walked out of the slave shack.

There was no entertainment in the dark night of the manor. The men were having fun in the lighted room. The servants and slaves could do nothing but sleep to replenish their energy.

My brother came to the room where the communicator was stored smoothly, but found it very lively.

"Hurry up, move all these things away tonight. The carriage outside is ready. Whoever delays the master's good deeds will be a slave!"

"Hehe, Brother Duke, do you think we have a chance to become a mage?"

"Bah, can you become a mage with such a low life? Don't even think about it, no one in the entire manor can do it! Work quickly, and then go back to see the group of little bastards. The housekeeper said that he found that one of them had a second intention and beat him to death! No one is allowed to sleep tonight, and watch the manor. Whoever lets go will have to fill in the number!"

When the brother heard these words, he rushed out excitedly and shouted: "You can't do this! Return the communicator to me! I want to join the academy!"

The peddlers who were working looked at the small figure in shock. After a moment, Duke sneered: "Haha, there are really people who are not afraid of death. Grab him and beat him to death! Hang him at the door of the manor to show his presence!"

—

The city of the college, among the towers.

"People's hearts are always unsatisfied. The compensation I gave was more than enough to redeem their slaves, but there were still people who were lucky." Adam said in the communication center, looking at the densely intertwined radio communication images on the screen.

"Gaga, master, guess what expression would they look like if they knew you could know all the messages they said with the communicator?" Garfield said gloatingly.

As a super-dimensional wizard who relies on the electromagnetic field to be promoted, Adam can easily monitor all radio waves in the academy continent and clearly know what information these waves convey. The nobles' little actions that they thought were secret were exposed to Adam's eyes from the beginning.

The four bodyguards around him felt the personal chip in their mind strangely, and Elsa said, "When we use it, you can't hear it too, right?"

"Of course not. After the mage signed a contract with Fire, the self-volatility of the soul is the most perfect encryption method. Even I can't know what you said." Adam comforted, but he didn't say anything. If he really wanted to know, there was naturally a way to crack the encryption algorithm.

Garfield realized that the moment for his great power was coming, and asked anxiously: "Master, what should we do? Are you just watching them take advantage of the loopholes?"

Adam asked the researcher behind him: "Has the energy problem of law enforcement robots been solved?"

The researcher from the Institute of Atomic Energy, replied: "Small fission reactors have perfectly fitted with the power system and configuration. The energy generated by each fuel addition can support routine operation for ten years and can be activated to perform tasks at any time."

"very good."

"I gave them a chance, but they don't know how to cherish it." Adam said, and called out the map of the college continent, with the dense red dots on it all signal death.

“Garfield.”

"I'm here, master!" Garfield was extremely excited.

"Let's go."

"Master, how much do you have to do?"

"Ask, they don't have a second chance."
Chapter completed!