The disheveled Vilas was behind. She turned around hurriedly and was about to cover their eyes. Unexpectedly, when she glanced at them, she saw the neatly dressed Vilas sitting upright on the bed with a smile on her face. Even the messy quilt was folded. Neatly.
So fast, really fast. He is indeed an all-round housework expert.
"Come on, hurry up and come over to my sister's side."
Vilas smiled and waved to the twins. Sirus and Aikelu were a little hesitant at first, fearing that Vilas would be angry. After hearing her greeting, their childish and cute faces immediately bloomed with flower-like smiles, hugging pillows. He threw himself into Willas's arms.
"Look at you, really."
While hugging the two of them, Vilas pulled the quilt around their two pairs of smooth calves that were shivering with cold, completely entering the role of mother.
"Well, you three can sleep, I'll go next door..."
I scratched my face and pointed to the door. Before I finished speaking, Xilusi and Aikolu turned back at the same time, and there was another circle of mist in their cute big eyes.
"Ecolu, I said no, my father would be in trouble." The sensible Sirus lowered her head, trying hard to hold back the tears in her eyes, her voice was choked and trembling.
"Are we bothering Dad?"
Ecolu sniffed and looked at me with tearful eyes, showing an expression like an abandoned little animal.
"No such thing. Absolutely no such thing. Dad is wrong. Dad is not going anywhere. He sleeps with his lovely daughter. Dad is so happy that he almost faints."
I made an exaggerated gesture as if I was about to fall to the ground. They both burst into laughter immediately. That smile as innocent and bright as a sunflower. It made my eyes dazzle.
Walking stiffly. I sat on the bed tremblingly. Vilas smiled and let go. The twins in his arms rushed over. Hang on me. He kept rubbing his soft face on my face. Petite body. Soft and light as cotton candy. It makes people feel hugged and cared for. But he didn't dare to use force. He was worried about accidentally damaging them.
"Alright. Silos. Aikelu. Stop making trouble. Go to sleep." Vilas pursed her lips and snickered while looking at me scurrying around. He raised his hand slightly. The magic lamp suddenly dimmed.
Xilusi and Aikelu simply threw aside the pillows in their arms. Open my arms one on the left and one on the right. He hugged me like a koala bear. Rest your head in your arms. There was a look of peace and happiness on his face. After a while, he started breathing evenly.
A sheep. Two sheep. Three sheep…
I didn't dare to move at all. My body was like a shabby robot that had been soaked by acid rain. It was straight and stiff, and every time I moved, it would make a squeaky metallic friction sound.
Five hundred and fifty-six sheep, five hundred and fifty-seven sheep...
Tick tock, half an hour passed. I was not sleepy at all. At this moment, a pair of soft little hands gently held my hand. I turned my head stiffly, and Veras, who raised her head slightly, was conveying tenderness with her dark eyes full of smiles.
"Sir, can't you sleep?"
"Um."
"How does it feel to have a daughter?"
"It should be said that I am happily worried." I tilted my head and thought for a while, then replied with a smile.
There was silence for a while. The little hand holding mine suddenly tightened.
"If, if it were your daughter and mine in the future, would you love her so much?"
"Of course, in the future, I will definitely build a castle for our daughters so that they can live the life of a princess." I held those soft hands behind my back.
"Where's my son?" The big shining eyes in the darkness looked at me with a smile.
"Son, my son is not good, he has to go through hard training." I replied without any hesitation.
"Oh, it seems like it's better to give birth to a daughter."
"As long as my little Lulu gave birth to me. No matter what."
"grown ups……"
The intoxicating warmth conveyed from the tightly held hands. My tense body relaxed unconsciously, and I fell asleep in a daze.
Early the next day. The bright light shining in from the window made me wake up. I turned around hazily and saw Willas sleeping beside me, leaving only her unique and faint floral fragrance lingering. In fact, I have been wondering, what exactly is she? How did you hide it from the eyes and ears of a druid like me? Is it really possible that you can't even make any sound or movement?
Just as I was about to sit up, I unexpectedly found that my body was a little heavier than usual. When I lowered my head, I saw two little cuties sleeping soundly on my head, against the backdrop of two sweet faces, as delicate and black as silk. The long hair is dotted on the white bed sheets, creating a picture-like aesthetic vision.
These two little ones, each with his head on one side of his chest, four slender arms around his waist, and even my thighs were tightly wrapped by two pairs of thin legs. Could this be the legendary koala hell? Vilas, help!
My chest felt cold, "Hey, little Xilusi, although your smile is indeed very happy, your saliva is about to flow out!" It's almost dripping onto my chest! Uh... well, whatever, it was already wet anyway. Looking at the water stain on the right side of my chest, I was speechless.
Before Xilusi could calm down, there was another slippery and warm feeling on the left side of her neck. Huh? Aikelu, dad's neck is not a barbecue. It's okay if you nibble it, but don't bite hard. It's an artery there and can kill people. Don't be bad like the little ghost.
After finally waiting for Veras to prepare breakfast and come in to wake up Sirus and Aikelu, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. The twins woke up hazily, rubbing their eyes sleepily, like two flowers that had just bloomed. Pure white lily, slender figure, fair and smooth skin, you can tell she is a beautiful woman at a glance.
It seems that we have to guard against some wild bees and butterflies in the future. Do you want to marry my precious daughter? OK! ! Let’s talk about my 108-style survival test of Shura Purgatory. Let me explain in advance that although there are no specific examples, according to scientific estimates, the mortality rate reaches 99.99. Among those who survived, 99.99% claimed that they wore underwear outside. The remaining ones were claimed by those who claimed to be from Nebula 78.
"Well, dad..."
With a heavy sleepiness and a sound that seemed to come from their noses, my daughters hugged me affectionately and rubbed against me like coquettish kittens. Then he jumped out of bed and staggered back to his room to change clothes.
Two days later, Xilusi and Aikelu have completely integrated into the big family. They go to the West District Market with Willas every day, or help her with some housework with Sarah. The little ghost instilled some weird knowledge, and then fought fiercely for the hegemony of Princess Sanwu. Of course, the most annoying thing was that she acted coquettishly around me. From an outsider's perspective, if Vilas and I were holding hands, I believe no one would doubt that we are lively and lovely twin daughters of a family. A virtuous and beautiful little wife, and an ordinary Druid uncle.
Hey hey! ! Whoever said the last sentence, please stand up for me.
I just came back from Akala that day, and she has been uniting with Kane these days. But they tried their best to dispel my idea of building a castle, and they made a calculation for me. Building a castle, a small one, would cost millions of gold coins in various expenses. That’s not all. The castle is so big that you have to hire servants. There are also soldiers who have to look stylish everywhere. There are also all kinds of decorations and furniture. These are not lower than the cost of building a castle. In addition, Vilas and the others will have to go out for training after changing jobs, and their daughter will have to stay in the training camp most of the time. Building such a castle is a complete waste of resources.
Okay, I admit, I was persuaded by them. Of course, it’s not about money. A few million can be raised by selling some unused golden equipment and gems. The key is that I don’t want to go home. There are too many strangers. Just like Syrus said. The whole family is squeezed together, even if it's a little small. Also warm enough.
As for the clothes, Akara finally agreed and hired Lu Gaoyin's senior tailor to design them, but the production was done by the housewives in the camp. According to her, it would be the same for everyone anyway, so why not do it for them? How about increasing the employment rate in your own camp? Don't underestimate these housewives. As long as they have fabrics and designs to follow, the things they make will never be worse than those of top tailors. This means that my precious daughter will soon have beautiful clothes to wear.
"Hey, our Lord, where are you going?"
In the distance, the old drunkard's teasing voice came. Because of what happened in the past few days, she kept jokingly calling her "Lord of the Castle". Every time I heard it, I gritted my teeth with hatred.
"Of course I'm going home to comfort my baby girl. I'm not alone like someone else." I rolled my eyes and gave her the middle finger.
"Hey, don't be so cold. I'm just a little bored. How about you practice a few moves with me?" The old drunkard shook the wine bottle in his hand with a look of "You hate me", which made me shiver for a while. Grandma Kasha, how old are you?
"It's none of my business if you're bored. I'm busy. Besides, the church that was destroyed last time hasn't been completed yet. Where can we practice?"
"Don't worry about this, just come with me." Completely ignoring my previous refusal, the old drunkard ran towards the next intersection with a smile.
Forget it, loosen your bones, I just happened to practice a new move recently, and I just want to try it on an old drunkard. I said that this guy's performance was a bit weird today. Such a lazy person actually asked to be my sparring partner. It's inappropriate. , you have to be careful.
Following the old drunkard, we turned left and right through patches of jungle. About half an hour later, a clearing in the land of Nuo appeared in front of us.
"How about it? This is a suitable place, but let me declare in advance that you must not spray that energy cannon over there, otherwise your little lover and baby daughter will probably be blasted into the sky." Kasha pointed out Said in the direction of Rogge's camp.
"Don't compare me with your drunken brain." I glared at her fiercely.
"Is that so? But I think I'm smarter than you, hehe, the old drunkard said this, and the thief who felt good about himself laughed.
Demo, make you proud! !
I roared angrily and transformed into a blood bear. It was a wise move to take the little ghost with me when I came out.
"boom----"
With the roaring wind of fists, the place where Kasha stood turned into a large pit several meters deep.
later.
Before he could turn around in time, he twisted his waist and stabbed his elbow behind him with a big spin.
"The movements are much faster than before."
Unexpectedly, it hit the air, and Kasha's approving voice came from above.
Hum. Before it was over, he leaned back and his fist turned into several black shadows, and the cold wind of the fist covered the entire sky.
"Ah da da..."
Punch, punch, punch, punch. At this time, there was only one thought in my mind, once I caught Kasha's slippery figure. He punched it without hesitation, but missed the first blow, followed by a second blow, a third blow, a fourth blow...
Accompanied by countless explosions, the open space was shrouded in a bloody storm. Every time the storm passed a shadow, it brought up a gust of wind. Smaller trees were even uprooted by this strong wind. How scary.
But if you are more careful, you will still find it. There was a small black shadow in the storm, like a small boat in the stormy waves. It looked like it was going to be swallowed up by the storm, but it just slipped out like a loach.
Half an hour later, there was no complete level ground in the clearing, and there were large craters all around caused by my fists. Even the forest around the clearing was damaged. The old drunkard stood unharmed on a handful of flat areas as big as a palm. Go up, holding a whiteboard spear in his hand, standing straight, and the wind blows. It's quite heroic.
"You guy, your skills haven't improved much, but your skin is getting thicker and thicker."
Kasha played a trick and shook his head helplessly. He was a level 78 Amazon, and his normal attack using a whiteboard spear couldn't break the defense of a mere level 20 druid. If this were told to others, I'm afraid My teeth are going to fall out.
, speaking of thick skin. I can't even compare to your shameless guy.
It's time for you to see something new. With a roar, two blazing flames rose from my fists and wrapped around my arms like snakes, making the original blood-red bloodthirsty claws look even more ferocious and terrifying.
It was the flames displayed by the blood bear transformation last time. Although it could not cover my whole body like the last time and transform into the flame blood bear, it could already increase my attack power by a large amount. .
"Good boy. When did you learn new tricks again? It's pretty good." Feeling the warmth of the two flames from a distance, Kasha did not hide the surprise in his eyes.
"boom----"
The words just fell out. Two bright pillars of fire passed through her body, and everywhere they went was filled with smoke, and even the air crackled and expanded rapidly.
, is it an afterimage, did it miss again? I retracted my gesture and spat helplessly.
"Wow my cape."
The panicked figure of the old drunkard passed through the sky. When I looked up, I couldn't help but be happy. Although I couldn't catch him, Yu Wen had set the iconic cloak behind her on fire. At this time, she was hurriedly shooting it out. flame.
"This is a family heirloom left to me by my grandmother's grandmother. Can you afford to pay for it?" After falling to the ground, the old drunkard touched the half-burnt cloak distressedly and looked at me with a look of resentment.
"Hoho, stop lying. You think I don't know that there are at least twenty cloaks like this in your tent. You think the heirlooms are for sale." I gave her a disdainful look and wanted to lie to me again. Money? There are no doors.
", was found out."
Throwing away the cloak, Kasha muttered angrily, I said, don't you feel any sense of shame after being exposed as a liar?
It was a surprise attack just now, and the old drunkard probably wanted to see the power of my new trick, so he was able to burn her cloak. It may not be that easy next time, but I still have a skill.
Taking a deep breath, I retracted my fists and assumed a posture of concentration. The muscles in my arms continued to expand and expand in a manner that could be noticed by the naked eye.
"Look at my red date and carrot punch."
"ha?"
There was only enough time to leave the old drunkard's exclamation in the air as if he was dumbfounded. The next moment, the place where she was, along with the entire space of dozens of meters in radius, was enveloped by the shadow of a fist roaring with fierce flames.
"----"
A small shadow whose whole body was on fire ejected from the huge fist shadow and rushed into the jungle a few kilometers away like a cannonball. With a loud rumbling sound, a chasm more than ten meters long was opened on the ground.
bingo? I stopped, shook my bulging and numb arms, and moved towards the place where the old drunkard fell in disbelief.
Wuwu was suppressed by the old drunkard for four years and finally came out. At this moment, I was so excited that I almost wanted to cancel the transformation and high-five the little ghost.
Hum. This punch was enough for her. Even though Carlos was fine after being punched by me, she thought that the old drunkard would be unscathed. My attack power just now was much higher than that, and Carlos is a saint. Knights also have higher innate defense than Amazons. The most important point is that Carlos was fully equipped at that time, with more than sixty-level equipment all over his body, but now Kasha is running naked. Just taking a whiteboard spear, this is the difference.
Of course, it will definitely hurt. But I don’t think this punch can do anything to her, just because she is an old drunkard, a super Amazon with a combat power of more than 10 million, the well-deserved strongest person in the first world, even a stingy person who is a level 82 wizard. He was no match for her. This was tricked out of Kane after he was drunk.
In my playful eyes, the old drunkard finally staggered out of the chasm. All his clothes were burned to pieces by the power of the flames attached to his fists, and the only visible long burgundy hair on his head was burned to pieces. So fluffy. Like a beggar.
"You brat." A few of them used their strength to jump back, and the old drunkard pointed at me angrily.
"Hurry up and change that messy name for me, so as not to embarrass our elders."
No, I think the elder’s face has been lost by you and Farah.
"Why, I think it sounds pretty good." I don't understand why the old drunkard is so impulsive.
"Stop talking nonsense. Just change it if you are asked. If others misunderstand that our elders have the same taste as you, then it will be impossible to live."
"Hoho, just change it if you want. Ask my fist first." I was angry. You don't care what name I give to the move I created.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"
There were continuous explosions in the open space. This time the red storm not only blew strong winds, but also brought out pieces of flames. The area within ten miles was like a furnace, and the closer to the center, the higher the temperature. And within the scope of the fiery red storm. Even the sand and gravel gradually began to melt. The red storm is no longer the red storm just now, but the small black shadow in the storm. It is no longer the black shadow just now. When the storm is shrouded in the storm, the black shadow belt brings out golden rays of light. Although it is only an occasional one, it is so powerful that even the red storm can be cut through. Kouzi.
Another half hour passed.
"You cheated."
I canceled the transformation and was beaten to the ground with my head covered with bruises. I pointed at the old drunkard and yelled angrily. This guy actually put on equipment. Look at the shining golden spear in his hand, which was covered with exquisite runes. , it seems to be at least level 60 or above, and the armor on his body exudes dazzling light. Even a sloppy guy like an old drunkard becomes taller and more powerful after wearing it. Only a ghost of level 70 can believe it. .
"Hehe, no one stipulates that I can't use good equipment. Okay, brat, hurry up and change that tasteless and disgusting name for me." The old drunkard stepped on my back and used the golden spear. The tail kept changing its angle to poke my head.
Come on, stop poking. If you poke again, your IQ will be lost. I know, sister Sharna is so violent because of you.
I held my head and kept dodging the old drunkard's abuse. I would rather die than surrender and shouted.
"Wait, listen to me first."
Sitting up from the ground, I coughed a few times and raised my dusty hair coquettishly.
"After listening to it, you will understand the painstaking efforts I put into choosing this name."
Smiling faintly, I turned my hands behind my back gracefully, and stared straight into the sky with indifferent eyes. The west wind whistled sadly, making my back look more and more arrogant. Every movement and every look seemed to tell a story of vicissitudes of life.
The protagonist mode is officially launched.
"You...ahem, did you know that the name of this move has gone through four different development eras?" I said in an endlessly desolate tone.
"The first era is called the Golden Age. The moves of this era pursue gorgeous names, such as God-killing Demon Palm, and earth-shattering fingers. Pegasus Meteor Fist and the like emerge in endlessly; the second era is called the Silver Age. This era The moves are very appropriate. If you are fast, you can chase the wind and lightning. If you are strong, you can break rocks and iron claws. If you are ruthless, you can cut off the legs of your descendants. The third era is called the Bronze Age. In this era, simplicity has become the mainstream. The sword style collapses, the body technique escapes, and the spear moves spin."
"As for this fourth era, cough..." I moistened my throat.
"This is the current Black Iron Age, which has abandoned all pretense and particularity. It only exists for practicality. Like the move I just did, wasn't it just because the name shocked you? That's why you were beaten? This is It’s so called practical.”
"Besides, Red Date Carrot Boxing isn't bad either. Although it's a bit strange when you first hear it, won't it become more and more familiar to you if you recite it a few times? This is the so-called connotation..." I kept thinking about myself. He nodded.
"That's it, do you understand?" I said in a tone that I had finished the instruction, and turned back to look at the old drunkard with my hands behind my back.
"Change your name." He was hit on the head again.
"Asshole, after talking so much, do you still understand? I wasted all my words in vain. Is it because I can't understand people?"
"You're the one who can't understand people."
"Why are you obsessed with names?"
"You are the one who is persistent, right?"
The old man and the young man suddenly started arguing.
"Now everyone knows that I have taught you. What if others misunderstand that such vulgar taste was taught by me, Kasha?"
"It's not vulgarity, it's connotation, understand? Connotation!"
"What a bastard."
"Still knocking? I will fight with you, watch my red date and carrot punch."
There was another fight.
"Okay, I'll just change it..." After being beaten down for the nth time, I finally succumbed to the evil forces helplessly.
"That's right." The old drunkard took a sip from the wine bottle with a smile.
"By the way, your trick is quite interesting. Do you want to improve it?" After sitting down, the old drunkard began to teach me a lesson.
"Oh? Can it be changed? How?" My eyes suddenly lit up.
Jujube...ugh. Speaking of the principles of my boxing technique, there are only two. The first is to gather energy, and then burst out in one breath, instantly punching several times faster than usual. This technique is like Shaolin Changquan. It is simple and easy to learn, almost They are all adventurers, but the time to gather energy and the speed of punching are different depending on the skill. It is said that a real master can compress the Qi gathering time to as short as 0.1 seconds. Then punch dozens of times faster, damn. It’s really the Pegasus Meteor Fist.
The second point is the wonderful thing about boxing. It is not a rare thing to say. As we all know, when the temperature is high, the air expands, resulting in different densities and refraction. And red dates... well, that boxing is According to this principle, the flames gathered on the fist are used to extremely expand the air, causing severe refraction and distortion, making it impossible for the opponent to accurately judge the landing point of the fist. It is very simple, but it is possible to attach such high-temperature flames to the fist. There are not many people, and this trick is not very useful for experts with sensitive five senses, so few people use it.
"In short, the biggest feature of your move is that it can confuse the enemy's sight." The old drunkard revealed it, and I nodded immediately.
"Then, why not just add some feints to it?" she said with a sly smile.
"Well, it's not like I didn't expect this, but I don't know how to do it."
I grabbed my hair and said helplessly, don't think it's easy because you often see "feint moves" in novels. Let me tell you, feint moves in the dark world are not the same concept at all. If you dare to use those feint moves in novels If you try to fool the enemy, you will definitely be beaten all over the head.
"That's not easy, just watch."
The old drunkard stood up with rare pride. The moment the golden spear in his hand stabbed out, three gun shadows suddenly formed and attacked me. I did not avoid it, but let the three gun shadows hit me. On the body, the stabbings were on the chest, right arm and left leg respectively. Except for a stinging pain in the chest, the other two places were as light as scratching an itch.
This is a feint in the dark. It is not a fake move, but creating one or several attacks that are exactly the same as the real attack. When the skill reaches a high level, just like what the old drunkard did just now, even the momentum generated by the feint is the same as that of the actual move. It is not until the hit hits that he suddenly wakes up, but by then it is already too late.
So if I could just learn to feint. Even if it can only be divided into two, one virtual and one real, it can more than double the coverage of its moves, which will be an extremely terrifying coverage.
"That's it. Come to me if you have time. Of course, I have to be free." Putting the weapon back, Kasha took another sip of wine.
"Why are you so kind-hearted all of a sudden? You actually took the initiative to teach me." Looking at the uncharacteristically old drunkard with vigilance, I felt a chill and felt that a huge conspiracy was coming over me.
"You think I do? It's not because Akara saw you indulged in those twins these days and was afraid that you would neglect to practice, so he asked me to train you and see if you have regressed. Fortunately, you stinky You're pretty good at it, kid." Kasha said, shaking his head.
"It turns out that you were raped. I asked you why you are so easy to die." I immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, I have a favor for you to help me with." The conversation changed and the old drunkard approached me with a playful smile.
"No, no, no. I want to go back and be with my baby girl." I shook my head like a rattle. Sure enough, there was still a conspiracy, and I almost fell into her trap.
"Don't say that. It's not a big deal. It's just the paper mill. There will be a new round of security shifts in two days. However, the Harrogath adventurer who was supposed to take over cannot arrive until the next day because of something in the team. So there is a blank day. I was originally going to make up for this day, but I also had something to do that day, so I asked you to take care of it."
Oh, this is indeed a light job. I heard that the paper mill has not been attacked by any monsters since it was built. Going there to guard it is purely a public trip.
"All right."
Just let me know when the time comes. For the sake of the old drunkard's usual teachings, just do her a small favor. I patted my butt and stood up. Prepare to leave.
"Remember to change that vulgar name." Before leaving. The old drunkard reminded him again worriedly.
I know, I know, just change it. It’s really not appropriate to call it red dates and radish. Well, how about changing it to watermelon lemon punch? But I still prefer pineapple. On the way home, I kept thinking about it...
Two days later, at the request of the old drunkard, I set foot on the road to the paper mill. I was accompanied by Kane, who was there to inspect the progress and record the ledgers. In addition, there were four adventurers accompanying him to protect him. , Damn it, why are we both elders, Farah and I don’t have any guards? But fortunately, we can ride in Kane’s carriage. Along the way, Kane introduced me to the current situation of the paper mill. Now we are making paper. The factory has recruited nearly a thousand people in total. This alone has greatly improved the living standards of the camp residents. After the official operation, it can now make a profit of 100,000 gold coins every month. This number needs to be improved in the future, but It is a pity that although the price has been reduced to a very low level, the merchants risked many dangers to cross the misty forest to do business. Naturally, they were not willing to make only a little profit, so after changing hands, they still sold at a higher price. As a result, current books have not seen significant price reductions. However, when the optimization of the remote transmission array is completed, the distance and risk will be reduced to zero, and that will be the beginning of the popularity of books.
Some people may say, isn’t it just a book? Many people don't even have enough to eat. Even if the price of books drops, how many civilians will buy them? You say this because you haven't realized the status of books in the hearts of people in the Dark Continent. I once said, the Dark Continent It is a world that is seriously lacking in entertainment. To put it simply, it is extremely lacking in spiritual civilization. As books that can satisfy their spiritual needs to the greatest extent and broaden their knowledge and horizons, they are naturally loved by people. Many civilians would even rather go hungry. You should also save money to buy a book. If you are illiterate, ask the literate to read it. A small book is a capital for common people to show off to each other.
As we chatted, around afternoon, we finally entered the area of the paper mill, but this was a logging area. Groups of shirtless men, and even strong women, were wielding axes to chop down large trees. The sounds of being chopped down, shouts of hard work, the sound of trees falling and earthquakes, these sounds are intertwined together to form a heated scene.
Not far away, the outline of the paper mill appeared in my sight. Damn, look at the wall made of solid logs and the soldiers patrolling frequently. It looks like a miniature Roger. Camp.
As soon as we walked through the door, a bronze statue several meters high stood in front of us - it was in the pose of a thinker, holding a piece of white paper in its hand. It looked like it was just sitting on the toilet. Finished large size ready to wipe ass.
I glanced at the statue from top to bottom speechlessly, and grabbed Kane's shoulders and shook him with tears in my eyes.
"Grandpa Kane, didn't I say it? It doesn't matter whether you look like me or not. The most important thing is that you look handsome and have a domineering posture. Why do you look so much like me?"
Kane: "..."
After parting ways with Kane, I found the guard who was still on shift in the factory - the level 62 barbarian Bazak from Harrogas. This guy was tall and big, and his arms were thicker than my thighs. The big guy had a very bold personality. As soon as we met, he patted my shoulder affectionately and almost nailed me to the ground.
"Young man, why do you look so familiar? I always feel like I've seen him before somewhere. This is indeed the first time we've met." This was Bazak's first sentence after seeing me.
It's true that it's the first time you meet, but don't you see that statue at the gate every day?
Bazak has been here for a month. According to the rules, after I take over, he will return to Harrogas tomorrow. At this point, he is quite regretful that the vacation is over.
But barbarians are born with the character of being unable to sit on their butts. No, he just finished sighing and became happy again. He could go back to Harrogath to brag and fight with his friends. The monsters here are too weak. It doesn't mean anything.
