Balagan soon realized his mind and exaggeratedly exaggeratedly: "Are you the respected father of Commander Raphael? It's a great honor to see you!"

As if words were not enough, Balagan lay on the ground and kept rubbing the other party's shiny black leather boots with his dirty forehead.

But the other party seemed to take a few steps back in disgust, as if he didn't like his enthusiasm.

"Stop your lowly meeting gift, damn it, I'll attend the dinner later, do you understand? Keep your dirty head away from my shoes, and if you don't retreat, I will make you regret it for life. The lucky black boy will never be lucky again!"

Balagan raised his head slightly and smiled obscenely: "Dear sir, I am so happy to see you. Please forgive me."

After saying that, he took advantage of the situation to stand up, but he still bent down and stood in front of the other party without moving, as if waiting for the other party's instructions.

The old man ignored what Balagan was doing, but took out a white handkerchief from somewhere and wiped it hard on his shiny boots, as if he had just touched him and had some dirty things that could not be wiped off.

After a while, he stopped panting and said disgusted: "Remember the lucky black boy, if it weren't for the freedom given by Raphael, you would never have seen the noble me. I would not want to see his final decision and make you fall into the street. When you receive your disgusting smile, it will only make me disgusted."

The old man seemed to say impatiently, but Balagan was already used to these vicious words, and still bent over with a smile on his face, not daring to show any dissatisfaction, but only he knew what he was muttering in his heart.

"Lucky black boy, go to the police station immediately and report my Earl Raphael's name. I believe they will agree to you join this 'Great France'. Do you understand? And don't expect me to help you more. I just fulfill the wish of my beloved young son, although this is not necessarily his intention. How to live in the future depends on your own ability. Don't tell anyone that you know me, and don't come to me again. I will not help you any more!"

The old man finished his purpose of coming here in an extremely bad tone. He took a few steps back, put the handkerchief that was still as white as new in his pocket, turned around and left in a hurry, as if something was here made him feel uncomfortable.

"The great Balagan will never fail, haha!" After he could no longer see the other person's figure, Balagan showed a proud smile. This smile is not obscene.

The lucky black boy Balagan joined the "Great France" as he wished. Under the incredible eyes of people, he bought a small manor with his surplus money as a free manor, a few acres of land, and several slaves. Of course, his skin color is different, and of course there are no white people among them. Even if he wants to hire them to help the manor at a high price, it seems that after changing his owner, this ordinary small farmland has a disgusting smell that makes him far away.

With a fixed residence, he changed into new clothes and sprayed with perfume, making himself look more like an ordinary European citizen than a black man. But no matter how he changes, he will still be him and will not allow him to change his identity because of his skin.

People still dislike him as always, and only the little citizens who like to get some cheaper will say a few words to him, who made Balagan generous enough?

After he settled, various crowds gathered, he was often visiting, and he was spreading money, hoping to use the charm of money to allow him to integrate into this society more.

It seemed that there was no gain, and it could not be said that. At least he gained a lot of hypocritical thanks. The greater gain was that he made several slaves in the manor successfully become devout believers of Lord Demon God. He heard that right, he was a believer of Lord Demon God, and he was much more devout than Baragan. At least Baragan did not think that Demon God was great. The devil God who was far away from him was far less majestic than General Aksa gave him.

Balagan, who was hiding in the market, looked at the ordinary people of the "Great France" and became increasingly nervous because of the continuous attack of the Demon Empire. Many people seemed to be pessimistic about their future situation. It seemed that the army led by the monsters with horns would soon be able to attack this great country.

As the bad news spread more and more, the people who were anxious all day long seemed even more irritable, and the crime rate was rising rapidly, as if the doomsday was about to come.

Balagan dared not go out to the streets at will anymore because he had the same skin color as the horned monster. Perhaps the sudden attack would cause him to lose his "great and precious" life. He rationally chose to shrink into the manor. At least no one has directly entered his home yet.

The only one who can understand the outside world's news is to rely on newspapers. Balagan, who is not short of money, has subscribed to several copies, hoping to update the news at any time without falling behind. For a spy, behind-the-scenes news is fatal.

The newspapers have published announcements of recruitment in several consecutive days. It seems that the entire European country is recruiting on a large scale, and the weapons are provided by the Chinese Empire. Balagan saw many of the drinkers around him running to the recruitment site. Every time he passed by his manor, he would greet him and ask him if he was willing to contribute to the empire and fight against monsters?

At the beginning, Baragan was not very willing to go because he felt that staying inside the continent would have a better chance of completing difficult tasks, although he still didn't know what the difficult task would be in the future.

But as more and more people joined the army, his drinking friends became fewer and fewer. He felt that the situation was not right and he decided to join the army and join the army as the first black freeman.

"Maybe there are also difficult tasks in the army waiting for him to complete!"

He thought so. Although his plan was very different from his original plan to stay in the continental continent to find opportunities, reality forced him to join the army because it seemed that the young people he knew were gone.

Even if he planned to book the entire bar, no one seemed to take advantage of him anymore!

Helplessly, he had to go to the recruiting office. Fortunately, the officer did not want him because of his skin color. He might have heard of the name "Great Balagan", and he didn't mind having another cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Balagan felt that the other party looked at him just looking at cannon fodder, which was absolutely true.

"Damn it, you are cannon fodder, you are only worthy of being slaughtered by the Empire!"

Balagan thought in his heart hatefully that it seemed that there was only three days left for his freedom. When he turned around and returned, he said to himself again.
Chapter completed!