Chapter 333: Do you want to know?

Appreciating their horrified and desperate eyes, I know that they must have remembered me.
In the guild, the president is an existence with both strength and leadership ability.
Medium-sized guilds, large guilds, and top guilds value the latter item more. What they want is how to grow stronger and stronger their guilds. As for the strength, as long as they are among the best in the guild.
For small guilds, the former is far more important than the latter.
In their opinion, a powerful guild leader will make his guild appear very powerful, and when compared with other small guilds, he also has the capital of arrogance.
The Kinho Guild is just such a small guild.
According to the information provided by Master Hall, their president was originally the backbone of a medium-sized guild and was quite strong. Later, he was expelled from the guild because of vicious fights and corruption.
Although he no longer has the status of a medium-sized guild, his strength is real. Based on his previous understanding of the guild and his own network, he quickly started from scratch, established a small guild, and quickly became a member of many small guilds. Stand out and become the dark horse most likely to advance to the Intermediate Guild.
He might have done a lot, but not long ago, he was found dead in the dungeon. The wound was fatal, the incision was swift and violent. Although he had learned from many aspects, no one finally said who killed him. , So, the information had to be marked like this: being killed by an unknown monster with a sharp weapon.
When I saw this one, I couldn't calmly laughed: Monster? How is it related to monsters? This is obviously a stab wound, haha.
Think about it, the monsters are also really miserable, many times, just like this somehow.
well, let's get back to business.
The strongest existence of the Kinho Guild, in the dungeon, was inexplicably slashed by me. This kind of impact was huge and even destructive for other members, just like now.
When I stood in front of them, the six cadres stood motionless in front of me, like six statues.
And the person on the ground had been cut off from the sharp pain in his feet and passed out.
"Now, let's play a game." I stretched out my index finger and shook it in front of me. I smiled and said: "I ask, you answer, if you know it or not, or you lied, or you just stay silent and die. ."
I looked around at the six people and said, "The first question, how many years has your Kinyug Guild been established?"
"Ten, eleven years."
The cadre at the front stammered and replied.
Then, the five people behind him also said ‘Eleven Years’.
A cold light flashed, blood splattered, and the unconscious people on the ground had their heads cut off by me.
"what!"
The cadre closest to him let out a terrible howl.
Putting the knife away slowly, I said: "I said, I know it without answering, die, perfuse lies, die, stay silent, and die."
The six people in front of him, Qi Qi stepped back, and stood up straight in horror, but their legs were shaking constantly.
The person I just killed didn't mean to answer my question, but because he was in a coma and was completely unable to answer.
I know this very well, but I still want to kill him, because I hate those who bully vagrant adventurers, because vagrant adventurers, like us, are struggling to survive, and their identity may be because of their origin. It’s not good, and maybe it’s because of bad luck, but they, like us, are equal and worthy of respect. At the same time, they are eager to be respected.
And I, another reason for killing him, because I was once a wandering adventurer, I can understand the desire.
Of course, not only that, but also a very important point. When he regarded me as a wandering adventurer, he even wanted to take my knife from me.
Weapon is another life of the adventurer, so he must die.
And directly cutting off his head was my last kindness to him-I finally held back it and didn't smash him with a single blow.
"Now, the second question" I knelt down and said lightly: "Why are you attacking the dwarves?"
After talking about the question, I ignored the few people who were looking at each other. Instead, I used a knife to cut the person in front of me who had just been hacked to death.
This movement is very slow, and the sound of cutting meat is also very soft, but the silent room is terribly quiet, so the sound is clear.
After putting it aside, a heart was still twitching slowly, seeming to be doing the last unwillingness.
Holding the pink flesh, pulled it out bit by bit, and finally separated from the dead flesh lying on the ground.
I motioned to Ren with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, took out a cutting board from the back room, put the pink meat on it, and carefully cut it with a straight knife in my hand.
While cutting, I smiled.
Soon, the pink mass on the cutting board was cut off in a small piece.
The small piece that was cut off turned into filaments of uniform size, sticking together softly.
As I continued to cut the filaments, I told them in a story-telling tone: "When I first became an adventurer, I was also a wandering adventurer. I was very skilled, and the kind of food. How good is it? What? It’s the kind that you have to work hard when you meet a slime. It's really delicious, right."
No one spoke, and no one responded. The eyes of the six people gathered on the pink thing in my hand, and there were expressions of fear on their faces.
My aftermath never left their every move, and the movements in my hands did not stop at the slightest, but they were still cutting slowly and smoothly.
"Once, I got lost on the first floor. I didn't dare to walk around, and didn't dare to relax. You know, any slime is enough for me to choke on it. If two or more come out, I will probably die there, so ah, I am very careful, very cautious, while looking for the way, while avoiding those deadly monsters."
"You know, preventing being killed is a big challenge for a rookie, but fortunately, I was not discovered by the slime and escaped, but another catastrophe came—" I paused and continued: "I still haven't found a way back. At the same time, I don't have any food or clean water."
"You also know that without food and water, it is a severe test for an adventurer." I shook my head and said, "The difficulty is second only to being eaten by a monster."
"But, I am not dead." Turning my head, I said to the six cadres: "You guys, do you want to know how I survived?"
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