A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

The final result was that Wuyue spent fifty gold coins to buy a bottle due to the stall owner's strong promotion.

"It's so expensive, Master. Is it really worth ten gold coins?"

Wuyue raised the medicine bottle and looked at the bubbling purple liquid in the bottle. Such a small bottle actually cost her half a month's salary.

"Wu Yue, as assassins, we must learn to prepare for a rainy day. The money spent now may save your life at a critical moment." Bai Ye lectured.

"I really want to find a living creature and try it now to see how it works."

Bai Ye thought so.

"Wu Yue! Don't stay where you are, leave after shopping!" Yan from afar urged.

Wuyue quickly followed.

......

Deep within the black market is the slave market.

When it comes to how the world views the slave trade, Bai Ye's evaluation is: "not encouraged" on the surface, but "not prohibited" behind the scenes.

There is no clear legal provision prohibiting the trade of slaves.

Whether you become a slave due to debt, or you are captured and become a slave, as long as that magic mark is on your body, your life will be over.

The slave market underground in Melbourne City is obviously very large. At a casual glance, you can find people of all ages and races.

The malicious eyes of those slave owners swept over Yan and Wuyue like tentacles, as if they were assessing the value of the two as commodities, and did not stop until they were stared back by Yan one by one.

Wuyue took a casual glance at this time, and saw a girl who was also from the orc tribe locked in a cage. Her eyes had long lost the light, and she was wearing tatters, and a few wounds could still be seen vaguely.

The girl seemed to feel Wuyue's gaze at this moment, and slowly raised her head and looked this way.

When she saw Wu Yue, there seemed to be a wave of emotion in the girl's lifeless eyes.

Is it envy? Envy Wuyue's freedom? Or is it just because I miss seeing my compatriots whom I haven’t seen for a long time?

None of this mattered anymore, because the slave owner on the side noticed something strange here, glared at the girl fiercely, and then covered the cage with a cloth.

"If there hadn't been Grandpa Marnus, would I have been like her?" Wuyue murmured to himself.

Sometimes I have to lament Wuyue's strong luck. No matter the people or things that I encounter, I always have a smooth journey.

......

"Here we are, the arena." Yan said as he looked at the strange-looking building in front of him.

Although the slave trade is not expressly prohibited, "gladiation" has been absolutely prohibited in the kingdom since its founding, and there seems to be a lot of talk about it.

It seems to be related to the former Shire Empire. Even Bai Ye can't find the specific situation. It seems that we have to wait for the subsequent memory to be unlocked.

"Believe me, Wuyue, these bastards will definitely stay inside."

After that, he walked in.

The closer we get to the main venue, the louder the cheers from the audience get.

After all, blood and killing can stimulate the most primitive instincts in people's bodies and make them burst with adrenaline.

This game looks like the most classic "beast fight" ever.

On one side is a gladiator who looks like he has experienced many battles but is covered in wounds, while on the other side is a flaming manticore with a steel whip-like tail that is very conspicuous.

The battle was now heating up. Both sides had tried their best and were preparing for a fight to the death.

"Here, where are you looking? It's at the VIP table." Yan motioned Wu Yue to look at the VIP table.

In the not-yet-full VIP seats, you could clearly see several Orc guys waving their fists excitedly and cheering for the game.

"That's it! Attack its base! Fuck!"

"Bite him, bite him, yes! Bite him hard! Where's the tail? Stab him!"

"A bunch of idiots." Yan said with disdain as he looked at several members of the "Wolf's Den" who wanted to jump off the stage and poke some of its transparent holes themselves.

......

The two of them walked up to the VIP table, and Yan walked straight towards the strong man in the middle who was scolding Huan, and greeted him with a wave of his head.

"Oh, his grandma, who is so brave! Dare to hit your grandfather and me? I+..." The strong man turned his head, and the cursive prefix in his mouth was only half written, and he saw something that made him laugh every day The face of nightmares.

"Me? What am I?" Yan looked at him jokingly.

"I, I... I wish you... good health..."

"Wolf, I haven't seen you for a while. You have such a bad temper that you even dare to yell at me? It seems like I didn't teach you a lesson last time, right?"

"Auntie, listen to me. I really didn't know it was you. I admit that my voice was a little loud just now, and I apologize to you." After saying that, he knelt down.

"Come on, stop it, stop pretending to be a grandson in front of me, I won't accept your trick, I have business today."

"Auntie, you said that we are all mortal friends, and I, Wolfe, know everything."

"Deadly friendship" refers to being beaten half to death.

"Well, I won't beat around the bush with you. I heard that you guys recently took on a big job?" Yan said straight to the point.

"Uh, this..."

"You won't tell me, right?" As he said that, Yan stretched out his fist in front of Wolfe and squeezed it loudly.

"Auntie, you are making things difficult for me. You should know the rules of a mercenary very well. You must not reveal any information about your employer."

Wolfe looked troubled.

"Come on, you want to talk to me about professional ethics? Do you want me to help you recall the unethical things you did in Wolf Lair?"

"Wolf's Den" talks about professional ethics, which is really the biggest joke in the mercenary world.

"Look at what you said. Although we are a bit flexible in our work, we still have some professional ethics."

"Want to raise the price? Let me tell you, there is no way! Just for the one time you owe me, you have to tell me the information obediently, otherwise..."

Seeing that Yan was about to lose his temper, Wolf had no choice but to give in: "No, no, no! Auntie, I was wrong. Let's find a quiet place to talk in detail, okay?"

"That's pretty much it. You decide the position." Yan then put away his anger and said.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait until I finish watching this game."

"Row."

......

At this time, in the gladiatorial arena, both the man and the beast were at the end of their strength. The gladiator was covered in blood and gasping for breath. The gun in his hand had already been broken into two pieces, and half of it remained in the manticore's body, losing its weapon. He could only hold the remaining half of the gun shaft, raise the wooden shield, and confront the beast.

The condition of the manticore is not much better. The wound caused by half of the spear in the body is bleeding out. It is also covered with cuts and bruises like the human opposite. Only one eye is left to stare at the prey, and the tail behind it is raised high. Always ready to stab.

"Where did you buy it?" Yan asked Wolfe.

"Look at the beast I bought, isn't it almost a win? The poor guy doesn't even have a weapon." Wolfe said confidently.