Vol 2 Chapter 405: Foundation Academy (3)

My brother is seven years old and my sister is six years old. He has no father and no mother and no one to rely on. He wants to steal his communicator from a strong adult, then escape from the manor, cross the wilderness, and enter a city where the distance is unknown. The difficulty can be imagined.
　　 They only know which room their communicator is in, and who the usual caretaker is. Besides that, they don’t even have the ability to make a plan.
　　 However, none of this can stop them from wanting to become students. Slaves are for generations, and their parents are slaves, so they are, and because they are slaves, their future children will not escape.
　　 For the two siblings, this may be the only opportunity to change their destiny.
　　 "Eat more when you leave for work tonight, and take more. Don't be afraid of being beaten. You have enough food to escape."
　　 My sister nodded nervously.
"At night, I will turn away the guards in the room and the door. If you can steal the communicator, you can steal it, if you can't steal it, you can run away. After leaving the manor, wait for me in the woods we saw on the mine last time. If you count I have not come to count the thousand, so you will leave by yourself." My brother said the plan he had brainstormed.
　　 My sister covered her mouth in panic. Even when she was naive, she knew that if her brother did not show up, she must be dead.
　　 She sobbed and said, "But I can get them away, brother, run away! I know they want to do bad things to me, I can delay more time!"
　　 Brother gritted his teeth fiercely, blood oozing from his gums: "That group of beasts!"
　　 "Don't cry! Obedient! Otherwise I will die in front of you now!"
　　 The two brothers and sisters planned to escape here, and on the other side, the manor had just sent away the great noble envoy from the city.
"Unconditionally release all slaves of the right age" The knight sprinkled the compensation money all over the place, roaring: "They are all my wealth, why should I let them go! With this gold coin?! My slave can do it in just one year? I earn twice!"
He took out the communicator from his arms and threw it on the ground. He picked up the huge sword and slashed on it like crazy. However, the communicator was unharmed, and the message was still shining: "Mage! What about the mage! Can you take away my private property!"
　　 The butler on the side lowered his eyebrows and watched the knight lose his temper, ignoring the residue splashed on him and said: "Master, I think we should think about what we are going to do now? Is it to release the slaves, or"
　　 The knight looked at him and yelled, "Release? What a joke! Who will give them work for me?"
　　 The steward continued: "But if we don't let them go, how do we explain to the city lord? Or, how do we explain to Master Master?"
　　 The knight calmed down: "Master Mage, don’t they rely on these communicators to know how many slaves there are? If we throw the communicators away"
　　 The housekeeper frowned: "However, the previous census has recorded the number of slaves we have."
　　 "Then go and join the rest of the knights to do it together. If anyone asks, they will say that we have released these slaves, but they are dead on the road!"
　　 "This thing is still useful, at least we don't need to ride a horse for a few days to inform people everywhere." The knight sneered and picked up the communicator, and dialed the numbers of the knights he had communicated with.
　　 The butler hesitated for a while, and in the end he didn't say anything. He felt that things would not be so simple, but as a retainer, the decision of the master was the first.
　　 The two brothers and sisters swallowed food with swollen noses and big mouths. When the daylight was completely dim, the brother gave his sister a hug, and then resolutely walked out of the slave shack.
　　 People don’t have much entertainment in the dark night of the manor. The masters are having fun in the brightly lit room. The servants and slaves can do nothing except sleep to supplement their physical strength.
Brother 　　 went all the way to the room where the communicator was stored, but found that it was very lively.
　　 "Hurry up, move all these things away tonight, the carriage outside is ready, whoever delays the good deeds of the master will go to be a slave!"
　　 "Hey, Brother Duke, do you think we have a chance to become a wizard?"
"Bah, you can become a mage with a low life? Don't even think about it, no one in the entire manor can do it! Work quickly, and then go to watch the group of little bastards, the housekeeper said, and found out which one has two hearts, Beat him to death! No one is allowed to sleep tonight. If you look at the manor, you will need to count whoever lets go!"
　　 Brother heard these words, excitedly rushed out and shouted: "You can't do this! Give me the communicator! I want to join the academy!"
　　 The working handymen stared at this little figure in amazement. After a while, Duke sneered: "Hehe, there are really people who are not afraid of death. Grab him and kill him! Hang at the entrance of the manor to show the public!"
　　The city of colleges, among the towers.
　　 "People are always unsatisfied. The compensation I gave is more than enough to redeem their slaves, but there are still people who are lucky." Adam said in the communication center, looking at the densely intertwined radio communication images on the screen.
　　 "Quack, Master, guess what would they look like if they knew you could know all the news they said with the communicator?" Garfield said gleefully.
As a super-dimensional mage promoted by the electromagnetic field~EbookFREE.me~ Adam can easily monitor all the radio waves within the mainland of the Academy, and clearly know what news is conveyed in these waves. It was exposed to Adam's eyes from the beginning.
　　 The four bodyguards around him strangely felt the personal chip in his mind, and Aisha said, "When we use it, you can't hear it too?"
"Of course not. After the Master signs the contract with Tinder, the voluntary fluctuation of the soul is the most perfect encryption method. Even I can't know what you said." Adam was relieved, but he didn't say anything. If he really Want to know, naturally there are ways to crack the encryption algorithm.
　　 Garfield realized that the moment to show off his power was coming, and asked eagerly: "Master, what should we do? Are you just watching them take advantage of the loopholes?"
　　 Adam asked the researcher behind him: "Is the law enforcement robot energy problem solved?"
　　Researcher from the Institute of Atomic Energy, he said: "Small fission reactors have been perfectly compatible with the power system and structure. The energy generated by each fuel addition can support regular operation for ten years, and can be activated at any time to perform tasks.
　　 "Very good."
　　 "I gave them a chance, but they don't know how to cherish it." Adam said as he called up the map of the college mainland, and the dense red dots on it were all signs of death.
　　 "Garfield."
　　 "I'm here, Master!" Garfield was extremely excited.
"lets go."
　　 "Master, how much do you have to do?"
　　 "Whatever, they don't have a second chance."