Um? Little Arthur?
A trace of doubt flashed in George's heart, but he quickly covered it up.
"I am a foreign elder of the Elf clan, and my wife is the daughter of Arthur Pandagon, Lova Pandagon."
"Foreign elder? Lova's wife? Hmm..." The zombie gentleman was obviously a little stunned. He paused for about three or four seconds, then patted his thigh and showed a knowing smile.
"That's it, that's it. This is fate, this is fate! Come on, kid, call me grandpa!"
"What?"
George was obviously confused by the black-hearted businessman in front of him.
"Hurry up and call me grandpa, you unfilial grandson-in-law! Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am little Arthur's father, Uther Pandagon. I should now be regarded as... um... the former head of the Pandagon family! "
"Uther Pandagon?"
George kept chanting this name silently, trying to find this key word in his vast memory.
It took a while for George to finally recall that when he first met the Archangel Michael, Arthur pulled out the Archangel's Sword that was stuck on the boulder by the stream. After that, those The Crusaders who mistook the Sword of the Archangel for the Sword of the Gods, an heirloom of the Pandagon family, seemed to have been chanting the name of this big man?
What’s interesting is that at that time, George still longed for this hero who could be so admired by the older generation of Crusaders, and even hoped to meet him in his lifetime. But now, George just wants to give his past self a big slap!
"grandfather?"
Looking at the dark merchant Merlin, no, the hero who should be called Uther Pandagon looked full of expectation, George subconsciously shouted.
"Hey, Sun Sha!"
Uther finally got what he wanted, his face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile.
"Although I looked at his sword-holding posture and appearance before, he looked like someone who came out of the Crusaders, but I thought he was Arthur's brother at most, or uncle at most. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it. This loss is huge. !”
In sharp contrast to Uther, who smiled like a chrysanthemum, George's face was covered with a gloomy haze. The moment he called out his grandfather, George felt that his life had never been so gloomy, and the dignity in his heart seemed to be destroyed. A group of old hooligans squatted in the corner and cried like little girls who had been humiliated in public.
They were obviously brothers who had ridden in a car together and teased people together before. How come a few days later, this man who didn't look old-fashioned at all actually took over George's head in terms of seniority.
And he’s still two generations taller!
All I can say is that the ups and downs of life are simply too thrilling and exciting!
"Well, Master... Master, since you are my elder, I would like to ask you to serve as the adjutant of the mercenary regiment. If you are willing, the commander of the regiment will give it to you."
George's voice was as flat and weak as a broken mechanical puppet. To this day, he still finds it difficult to accept this "cruel" fact.
"Don't go!"
Uther's voice was full of the pleasure of relying on one's elders and showing disrespect for one's elders.
"ah!!!!"
"Damn it, I don't care if you are Merlin or Uther Pandagon, I ask you one last time, do you want to join our mercenary group!"
The feeling of shame and anger finally bottomed out, and George suddenly burst into an unprecedented cry that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. If it weren't for the last string of rationality that kept reminding George that he couldn't defeat this "grandpa" , George would probably just grab Uther by the collar, and then throw all the spit on his face!
"Sun Sha, let me say it for the last time! Even if I, Uther, die, die outside, and get run over by a caravan on the road, I will not join your bullshit mercenary group!"
Uther's roar, which was also unwilling to be outdone, finally defeated George's last bit of persistence. He gritted his teeth, finally sighed, turned around and left!
"Bah, I'm so angry! I might as well go to the mercenary union to find other honest and cheaper mercenaries as adjutants. I'll just save the two thousand and five hundred gold coins in military expenses!"
Just as George was comforting himself with some thoughts and preparing to cross the door of the alchemy shop, a strong and powerful hand pressed his shoulder. At the same time, another strong and powerful hand stretched out in front of George. The thumb, index finger and middle finger were rubbed together, making a gesture similar to "comparing hearts".
"Wait...you just said...two thousand five hundred gold coins? Are you really that rich?"
"Of course, I have hundreds of vampire subordinates, how can I be short of money?" For a moment, George was confused by Uther's capricious attitude.
"Ahem, Sun... Brother George, when doing things, you must know how to ask for advice from others. If there is someone who knows about the war, let him help... Hey, you stupid boy, why are you so unethical? Deposit , pay the deposit first! Pay me the deposit first to be the adjutant, I am worth...well, four thousand gold coins! The annual salary is four thousand gold coins, no bargaining, not a penny less!"
George finally got over it and hurriedly threw the magic agreement for recruiting adjutants to Uther. At the same time, he quickly raised the gold sack and poured four thousand gold coins directly into Uther's two sizes smaller. In the gold bag, I was afraid that this rogue zombie would be capricious again.
"Let me declare in advance that I will only help you with wartime command. I will not do anything about swinging the sword on the field. In addition, the alchemy potions will still be provided, but you can't even think about getting a discount from me. You can't lose a penny... Also, I still have an unfulfilled wish. If the time comes, I ask you to support me unconditionally... Well, just these treaties."
"Hey, what's your wish..."
Just when George wanted to ask Uther this question clearly, he found that the greedy zombie had focused all his attention on the gold coins. No matter how George asked, he turned a deaf ear.
Staring directly at the golden flow of gold, Uther's eyes were filled with greed and satisfaction comparable to that of a dragon. He took out a handful of gold coins from the gold bag and held it in his hand. , he buried his whole face into the pile of gold coins in his palm, and took a deep breath.
"Ah! The smell of gold coins is so delicious!"
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