Chapter 406

The older brother was seven years old and the younger sister was six. They had no parents and no one to rely on. They wanted to steal their own communicator from the strong adults, then escape from the manor, cross the wilderness, and enter the city that was far away. The difficulty of this task was imaginable.

They only knew which room their communicator was placed in and who the usual guard was. Other than that, they did not even have the ability to make a plan.

However, none of this could stop their desire to become students. Slaves were passed down from generation to generation. Their parents were slaves, so were they. And because they were slaves, their future children would not be able to escape.

For the two siblings, this might be the only chance to change their fate.

"Eat more when you get off work tonight and take more. Don't be afraid of being beaten. You will only have the strength to escape if you have enough food."

The younger sister nodded nervously.

"At night, I will lure the guards away from the room and the door. If you can steal the communicator, then steal it. If you can't, then escape. After leaving the manor, wait for me in the forest we saw on the way to the mine. If I don't come after you count to a thousand, then leave on your own." The older brother said the plan that he had racked his brains to come up with.

The younger sister covered her mouth in panic. Even if she was childish, she knew that if her brother did not appear, then he must be dead.

She sobbed and said, "But … But … I can lure them away. Brother, you run first! I know that they want to do bad things to me. I can buy more time! "

The older brother clenched his teeth so hard that blood seeped out of his gums. "Those bastards!"

"Don't cry! Listen to me! Or I will die in front of you right now! "

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The brother and sister were plotting their escape. On the other side, the manor owner had just sent away the emissary from the city.

"Unconditionally release all slaves of the right age …" The knight scattered the compensation on the ground and roared, "They are all my wealth. Why should I let them go?! With this little amount of gold coins?! My slaves only need a year to earn twice as much for me! "

He took out the communicator and threw it on the ground. He picked up his greatsword and slashed at it like a madman. However, the communicator was not damaged at all. The message was still flashing. "Mage! So what if you are a mage! You can take away my private property just because you are a mage! "

The butler on the side watched the knight lose his temper. He ignored the debris that splashed on him and said, "Master, I think we should consider what we should do now. Release the slaves, or … "

The Knight looked at him and roared, "Release? What a joke! If you let them go, who will work for me?! "

The butler continued, "But if we don't let them go, how are we going to explain it to the City Lord? Or rather, how are we going to explain this to Sir Mage? "

The knight calmed down and said, "Master Mage … Hehe, don't they rely on these communicators to know how many slaves they have? If we throw the communicator far away … "

The butler frowned. "But the previous census already recorded the number of slaves we have."

"If so, let's do it together with the other knights. If anyone asks about it, just tell them that we've already set free these slaves, but they died on the way!"

"This thing is still useful. At least we don't need to ride horses for a few days to inform others." The knight sneered as he picked up the communicator and dialed the numbers of a few knights who were on good terms with him.

The steward hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He felt that things weren't that simple, but as a retainer, the master's decision came first.

— — —

The brother and sister gulped down the food with bruised noses and swollen faces. When the sky was completely dark, the brother hugged his sister fiercely, and then walked out of the slave shack resolutely.

There was no entertainment in the manor at night. The old masters were having fun in the lit rooms, and the servants and slaves couldn't do anything other than sleep to replenish their strength.

The brother smoothly arrived at the room where the communicator was stored, but he found it very lively.

"Hurry up, move these things away tonight. The carriage is already prepared outside. Whoever delays the master's business will become a slave!"

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

"Bah, with your cheap life, you think you can become a Mage? Don't even think about it. No one in the manor can do it! Hurry up and get to work, then go back and watch over those little bastards. The butler said that if anyone is disloyal, beat them to death! No one is allowed to sleep tonight. Watch over the manor. Whoever lets one go will have to make up the numbers! "

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

The servants who were working looked at this small figure in shock. After a moment, Duke laughed coldly, "Hehe, there really is someone who isn't afraid of death. Catch him and beat him to death! Hang him at the entrance of the manor! "

— — —

Academy City, in the high tower.

"The human heart is never satisfied. The compensation I've given is more than enough to redeem their slaves, but there are still people who are hoping for a fluke." Adam was in the communication centre, looking at the dense and crisscrossing images on the screen as he spoke.

"Keke, Master, what do you think their expressions will be if they know that you can hear everything they say through the communicator?" Garfield said, taking pleasure in the misfortune of others.

As a Hyperdimensional Mage who relied on the electromagnetic domain to advance, Adam could easily monitor all the radio waves within the range of the academy's mainland. He clearly knew what these radio waves were conveying. The little movements that the nobles thought were secretive were exposed to Adam's eyes from the very beginning.

The four bodyguards beside him strangely felt the personal chip in their minds. isha said, "When we use it, you won't be able to hear it, right?"

"Of course not. After a Mage signs a contract with the Tinder, the automatic fluctuation of the soul is the most perfect encryption method. Even I can't hear what you're saying." Adam comforted, but there was something he didn't say. If he really wanted to know, he naturally had a way to crack the encryption algorithm.

Garfield realized that the time for him to show his might had arrived. He asked anxiously, "Master, what do we do? Are we just going to watch them take advantage of the loophole? "

Adam asked the researcher behind him, "Has the law enforcement robot's energy problem been solved?"

The researcher came from the Atomic Energy Research Institute. He replied, "The small fission reactor is perfectly compatible with the power system and the structure. The energy generated by adding fuel each time can support normal operation for ten years. It can be activated at any time to carry out missions."

"Very good."

"I gave them a chance, but they didn't know how to cherish it." As Adam spoke, he brought up the map of the academy's mainland. The dense red dots on the map were all death signals.

"Garfield."

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

"Let's go."

"Master, how far do we have to go?"

"As you wish. They won't have a second chance."