The slaves' residential area was a very crowded and messy place, especially after three times of staff were stuffed in at once, it was impossible to establish strict supervision here. Only in the direction of a few exits, trained desert war lizards used their sensitive sense of smell to detect everyone, preventing people inside from escaping and preventing people from masked alliances from coming in and making 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 stick to the alert all day, let alone spell casting. When superiors come to check, the light of magic detection will light up in various passes, which is simply beautiful and has almost no practical use. The only use is that this light is like a police light, almost communicating slaves and masked alliances.

When the Templars don't have to publish a book, invisibility can fool them. But ordinary invisibility is only a visual effect, and it will not hide sounds, nor will it cover the smell. The vibrations caused by walking, the temperature changes caused by movement, and the ubiquitous wind will expose the stalkers. Therefore, the guards spend a lot of effort to cultivate and train various animals, use their powerful senses to prevent those enemies trying to sneak. Most people have no good ways to deal with these animals, but the druids are obviously not included. Zhao Mai used the animal ignorance technique, and the lizards would not pay attention to him. Then he only needed to find out which guards were lazy and resting, and then they could pass from wherever they could.

Zhao Mai has been able to touch the layout of the Temple Tower construction site and the slave camp for several months. Hidden in the darkness, carefully bypassed a few posts, and bursts of laughter came not far away, accompanied by the sound of dice. There is a casino in the camp, not only guards and supervisors, but sometimes some slaves will play to see if they can make the money in their hands more. Some people ask, how can slaves get money? The Templars always have to reward their spy, otherwise how can they capture the traitors of the masked alliance and find the lazy eggs who are cheating during construction?

Most slaves with some money will come here. Except that this is the only place to receive them, they can experience the joy of winning money and the pain of losing money together with civilians, supervisors and low-level officials. The slaves will have a moment of illusion that they are also free people. They will temporarily forget the simple shacks, the food that is difficult to swallow and cannot fill their stomachs, endless work and whip, and deaths that may come at any time.

Recently, the frequency of killing slaves has been reduced, and even whipped has been much less. Perhaps the Karak Witch King hopes to keep as many tributes as possible and die together in the end. It is good news for the slaves, but all this has nothing to do with Zhao Mai. He dealt with the Gais, and by the way he found a supervisor or guard to disguise his death, and then prepared to leave.

Gais are not allowed to participate in gambling, especially dice rolling and playing cards. Their eyesight and memory are too good, and most of them have supernatural powers, which is like cheating for others. When the casino is open, Gaiss can only do other entertainment, such as wine and women.

Zhao Mai avoided the guard's sight, and at the same time avoided the lizards' alert, entering the "entertainment area". Here, he was like other slave eyeliners (whistleblowers), who could stand up and stagger, and it would be better to make a drunken posture. No one would come up to search him, unless the lost gambling gamblers wanted to get some of the capital to turn the tables from the slaves. However, the gambling game tonight had just begun, and it is unlikely that they would encounter such an unlucky fool now.

A drunken slave came over, and he kept swaying the small purse in his hand. It was a fine linen purse sewn with silver thread, and the bone coins inside made a dull collision sound. I don’t know who he had betrayed today, but it seems that he must have done this for the first time: on the one hand, he did not have the mental vigilance to collect money; on the other hand, he drank so fast and drunk, probably to cover up his inner fear or guilt.

Zhao Mai didn't want to get drunk, which would increase the risk of exposure. He wanted to bypass him, but he didn't expect the other party to pounce on him. "You... are you too?" The man was speechless and mixed with garlic on his feet. Zhao Mai didn't dare to be careless. Although Taixi'an ignored him for a long time, Zhao Mai was always guarding against the appearance of "Taixi'an killer". In addition, the mental energy brought by the temple tower for a long time, he couldn't help but feel over-tensioned.

Zhao Mai focused his thinking on the supernatural powers of the mind, then spread his arms forward, as if he wanted to catch the other person. But he imagined extending two constantly entangled pipes from his arms, transporting the spiritual energy outside, and transforming it into a clenched fist.

The summoned spiritual fist was almost completely transparent, with a strong surprise, and it swung hard to the drunk man's cheek. With a bang, the drunk man's teeth were mixed with blood and alcoholic saliva flew out. The thin body of less than 100 pounds was tilted straight backwards, and fell on the sand with a thud. His neck twisted back half a circle and hung it.

"Uh, so unbeatable?" Zhao Mai scratched his head, not sure whether the other party was too weak or that he had made too much progress compared to the past. He thought about taking back his two fists, so the remaining spiritual energy returned. Psychic energy has such a benefit, and it is easy to send and receive. In a low emergency, it can suck back the useless energy according to his intentions and use it as a supplement to himself. Then, he looked at the drunkard and felt that he could not just throw him on the passage. What wouldn't it be bad if he attracted attention too early? Zhao Mai originally wanted to kill a supervisor or a templar warrior to pretend, but the drunkard had such a bad luck, so he had to use it. Zhao Mai carried him up and quickly left the crime scene as if he was carrying a sack on his back.

If it weren't for months of hard work, Zhao Mai wouldn't be able to exercise the strength to run and jump with his body on his back.

The Gaes looked very similar, but there were only two Gaes who were responsible for checking the registered slaves. All slaves had met him and were abused by him to varying degrees, so information like his residence was simply public. Perhaps the drum-eyeblin believed too much about the protection brought to him by slavery, or he was simply a fool, and had no awareness of this. In short, he occupied a separate hut and had only a simple door latch to protect himself.

The reserved grain circled around the hut, sniffed his nose gently, and stuck out his tongue, indicating that there was no problem. Zhao Mai put his hand on the door, imagined that he was the T-1000 in the Terminator movie, and his body part could slowly penetrate through the gaps in the door panel and condense a hand on the opposite side. If you want to talk about the most important imagination in the supernatural powers, I'm afraid the whole Atas would not add up to more messy things in Zhao Mai's mind.

According to his own training, the energy from the mind completed his commands, quietly lifted the door latch, and then quietly opened the door. The blistered eyes were still sleeping soundly, and its eyes that had no eyelids and could never be closed were of use at this time. Perhaps in his sleep, he would have a nightmare: Death quietly walked in through the door, tied the deadly lasso around his neck, and then slowly tightened until he could complete his last breath.

Zhao Mai didn't use such a complicated trick. He looked at the surrounding environment, and then pierced its throat with a sharp tiles dagger. At the same time, he used his spiritual power to lift the cover up, covering the struggled head of the Gaess.

He never wanted the Gaess to see his face from beginning to end.

Although the power of the mind that is powerful enough to a certain extent can find clues in the minds of the dead, strong men like the Witch King should not care about a dead servant. Zhao Mai put his collar on the corpse of the drunkard, and then took away most of the money he and the bubbling eyes. Then it was naturally the common choice of most "bad people": set a fire.

This fire doesn't have to be too big. As long as it can be burned, it's enough to burn the drunken face. When everyone came to put out the fire, Zhao Mai had already slipped through the war lizard's cordon again with the reserved grains and came to Tyr City quietly.
Chapter completed!