Chapter 1644: Gag

The decision of the Orc King is precisely what I worry about the most.
At the end of the conversation with Carter Horton, what he said: Your aggressive character, very much like a brother of mine.
This is not an approval, but a threat in disguise.
You know, Carter Horton’s elder brothers were poisoned, or assassinated, and killed one by one. These words are tantamount to warning me-I will kill you like elder brother!
The prince of a country wants to kill me. This is not a fun thing. I must always be vigilant and guard against any situation that may arise near his one-acre three-quarter land.
Godot and they arrived here the next afternoon.
Just after getting off the airship, Barbara screamed and clamored to see how his coffee shop was doing. I tried to persuade her to be invalid. I was embarrassed. The lady boss shuddered and punched her head with a bag, and then Barbara Just be honest.
She had an aggrieved expression, clicked her eyes with tears in the corners of her eyes, hiding behind me bitterly, looking at the boss lady in front of her fearfully, and then kicking me like venting from time to time.
I smiled helplessly, who called her a fiancee, just bear it.
Back at the villa in the center of the town, everyone sat on the sofa and urged me to tell them the negotiation process.
I said it lightly, and then urged everyone to do what they should do.
As night fell, I lay on the cane chair on the balcony on the second floor, enjoying the night view of Dasai City.
Not long after, Godot came over, held on to the handrail of the balcony, and whispered softly: "Thank you, Captain."
I still stared at the sky dreamily, and said lightly: "It's all my family, why are you thanking me?"
Godot didn't say any more, bowed to me and left.
At this time, Taylor, lying on another wicker chair, said leisurely: "He is too heavy on his mind. After this battle, I am afraid that he will have to rest for a long time."
"It's better to be able to solve happy knots. Even if it takes a long time to adjust, it's better than being depressed and unhappy all day long."
"By the way, old man" I turned my head and asked him, "Why did you follow?"
Taylor asked back: "Why can't I follow, co-authored Dasai City is your bastard's house?"
"That's not the case," I said, "I just think, the weather here is slightly colder than Moonlight City, you may not be used to it when you are older."
"Old man, I have been traveling north and south for many years. I haven't stayed in any environment. Boy, you are worried that the old man will be a drag on you?"
"Don't say it so bad, I didn't say that you are a drag, but you are getting older and worried about something wrong."
"Then you don't have to worry about it," Taylor said disapprovingly: "With the old man's current skill, you can't get close to ten or eight."
"Yes, I won't tell you anymore, you are old and mighty, you have the right to worry about me."
Father Taylor didn't get annoyed. He took a sip of the wine, wiped his mouth, and said leisurely: "Don't underestimate any old man. Maybe you will have to rely on the old man to turn things around."
Yo, this is so cryptic!
I smashed my mouth, savoring the meaning of Father Taylor's words.
Master Dewey did not take part in my battle, but he made an order and ordered all the members of the Dwarf Guild stationed in Dasai City to stand by and be ready to help me at any time.
When meeting with the old duke, President Aoli, and President Steelhammer the next day, I asked President Aoli, how many dwarven guild adventurers are stationed in Dasai City?
President Aoli pondered for a while, and said: "There are no statistics, but the numbers are huge enough to cut the river."
I'm so excited, how many people do you have!
The old prince said on the side: "It would be great if this time is really a war, and I can steadily take down the city of Ai Rui and York Seoul."
"Old man, you are too old, it is better not to be so aggressive," President Aoli persuaded.
"What!" The old prince stared, and said: "I am always strong and I can eat three bowls in one meal. Even you group of stunners may not be able to match me!"
"What's the use of eating more?" The President of Steel Hammer said in a huff, "You have to have a lot of strength. I'm afraid that a person of your age can't run."
The old prince showed disdain and said: "Only fools in the commander can do it personally. You can run around. A veteran of my level only needs to be condescending, control the battle, and command the march."
"What's the point?" The President of Steel Hammer disdainfully said: "It is the coolest to use a warhammer to directly face the enemy. The sense of collision makes me hard to extricate myself!"
The old duke glanced contemptuously at President Steel Hammer, and President Aoli and I couldn't help laughing.
Tomorrow is about to set off for the destination, I wonder if everyone in the guild is ready.
The sword is sharpened, the hamaxe is protected, and the shield armor is polished.
This is very important work before the war.
However, there is one of the most important tasks that they cannot do on their own and I cannot help them, and that is psychological problems.
Apart from me, very few people in the guild have beaten enemies with their hands. Most of them deal with monsters and fight. Even if they kill the opponent, there is no psychological obstacle. However, this time is different. The enemy they will face is different. It is a living person just like them.
Mentioning this, I suddenly remembered the first experience of the same kind.
The opponent is a corpse thief, although his strength is weak, he is quite cunning and knows how to pretend.
Several of them pretended to be close to me and teamed up with me. They acted very naturally. We gradually changed from strangers to acquaintances, and even became friends, but after killing the elite mobs and exploding more precious materials, their nature It was exposed. Taking advantage of my unpreparedness, a dagger slammed into my back. The person who struck was the one who had the closest relationship with me and was even regarded as my brother.
The knife was deadly, but it happened to activate my talent. When I was struggling to death, I killed the corpse thieves and almost died. Fortunately, an adventurer passed by and performed a healing technique on me. Saved my life.
I looked at the stumps and pieces of meat all over the floor, and vomited for a long time. I couldn't imagine that this was what I did.
You know, not long ago, I was just an ordinary otaku, who played games at home every day.
After that, I evaded for a period of time with the money I got from selling materials. The money I could get was limited and could not last for long. The fear and hatred of the opponent blades in my heart was finally hard to resist the rush of hunger. Feeling that, without other skills, I can only set foot on the path of an adventurer again.
As long as there are monsters in the dungeon, there will be money, there will be money, there will be adventurers' strategy, there will be corpse thieves who want to get something for nothing, or are opportunistic.
Not long after the first time I hand-cut the same kind, I unfortunately encountered another wave of corpse thieves, but this time, I was not assaulted. Instead, I took a step ahead and killed all the guys who were not good to me.
The moment when the blood on the iron film was thrown off, when I bent down and pulled out the monster's explosive coin from under the corpse of the same kind, I suddenly found that the feeling of panic and nausea had disappeared out of thin air.
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