Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 535: A Hair's Breadth Away
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 276.1: The Domesticated Eternal Night Queen (1)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 185: Have You Rode Enough?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1009- Sand soldier muscial box
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 152: Flaw
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 233: Father
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1008- Ye Zhongming bargaining
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 873: Remote Antiquity
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.1 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 273 - Archaic Earth Dragon: Weakened Boss
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 534: Drawing Saber
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 184: Bondage Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1007- Enormous City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 151: Local Topography Centre
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 232: Trade
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 180 - Dekan's Grudge
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1006- Saint City
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 872: Finger
Midday weather during the 11th month in Indahl wasn't too cold, and Johan wasn't dressed heavily. His trousers were long pants pulled up high and tied at the waist with a cotton belt. He wore a hole-ridden cotton pullover with a sleeveless linen waistcoat. The shoulders of the waistcoat typically had old cloth layered and sewn into somewhat thick shoulder pads, offering slight protection when carrying heavy items during miscellaneous tasks.
Such attire offered no protection at all; a few harsh kicks were enough to incapacitate him. Curling up with his arms around his stomach, he dared not even whimper too loudly, as it would cause his abdomen to ache.
Then, a large hand in a leather glove grabbed his unkempt, half-long curly hair, pulling him upward. The acute pain from his scalp forced Johan to bear the pain and get up, stumbling forward as he was led by the person holding his hair.
On one side of the sidewalk, there were several horse-drawn boxed carriages used by the city police to transport criminals.
These carriages, somewhat similar to Weisshem's steel carriages, had a large body and an enclosed driver's seat at the front to prevent attacks. However, they had a much lower chassis than Weisshem's, and only the frame was reinforced with steel; the carriage body was still made of thick wood.
When Johan was thrown into one of these carriages, it was already filled with people. As he tumbled in, he saw many pairs of feet. This terrified, bewildered young man from the slums struggled to prop himself up on his elbows and lift his head, scanning the cramped, fearful faces of those standing shoulder to shoulder.
They were all young men of similar age to him, some dressed like him in their work clothes, others a bit cleaner but with dirty shoes; clearly, they weren't from the more distinguished parts of the city.
"Stop being a hindrance, stand properly!"
Hearing the scolding from behind, Johan hurriedly got up and squeezed in with the others in the carriage.
Then, Johan watched as he companions, Sanchi, Tommy, and Bobb
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