Can ogres learn to read?

Maybe some can, but at least the one just now can't.

It's stupid.

But no matter how stupid it is, it's at least a smart creature, much smarter than an orangutan, a dolphin or something.

Two days ago, Pan Long found it, and with a solid beating, he made this guy understand what "the situation is stronger than people", and then, he used the means of taming beasts, with a big stick in one hand and a carrot in the other, and taught this guy to learn a few words in just two days, as well as the action of "reading".

This is also thanks to his "Barbarian" class, which has "Domesticated Beasts" among its auxiliary skills.

Beasts can be domesticated, let alone ogres.

That's why there was the amazing scene in the hotel just now.

But what is fake is fake after all, and this ogre cannot read and write after all. Pan Long actually made a scam and fooled everyone.

He didn't feel guilty about it, and what Pastor Anchet wanted was nothing more than that everyone liked to read his books, and that people wanted to see nothing more than rare scenes.

All he wanted was more money, and all the ogre wanted was to survive.

Judging from the results, everyone is quite satisfied.

If everybody is satisfied, that's good.

As for the "great being who is interested in him...... Pan Long didn't care.

Not to mention whether that guy is real or unreal, even if it is the real thing, can it still track itself across the world?

If it could really track across the world and chase it to the Kyushu world, he was very curious, what would be the attitude of the local gods, Buddhas and demons in the Kyushu world towards this foreign black household?

Is it a gift to go abroad, or is it a slice study?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh.

For the rest of the year, Pan Long was always running around the Arms of Friendship Hotel.

He didn't go too far from here, and he didn't have any interest in some rumors such as "lack of iron ore", but he was hunting all kinds of monsters everywhere, and loading the monsters' weapons and equipment, as well as everything on their bodies that could be sold, into a wagon and transporting them back to the hotel.

Every four or five days, his carriage would arrive at the Friendly Arm Hotel with a great deal of cargo and a distinct smell of blood. Those things would be turned into gold coins and go into his pockets after the boss of Benlit had carefully valued them.

Soon, he became famous in the area.

Unlike the last time he had a reputation for letting ogres learn to read, this time his reputation had no humor or witty meaning, only a murderous aura.

"The bloody coachman" was the nickname given to him by the people of the neighborhood.

This nickname is clear at a glance, and Pan Long has no opinion on it.

He doesn't mind killing monsters, on the contrary, he does.

Killing these guys can not only earn experience points, but also earn money, and also make the nearby civilians safer, killing three birds with one stone, why not?

As for whether the monsters he killed deserved to die, or should they be killed so much, he didn't even bother to think about it.

The Northland hunts a large group of demon beasts every year, who cares if the demon beasts should be killed or not?

Unless someone from the Environmental Protection Bureau jumped out and warned him that "such and such a creature is a protected animal, and if it is killed, it will go to jail", Pan Long will not care about killing them.

Anyway, the food chain has never been sustained by those rare animals.

These days, he had killed four ogres, six beasts, fifteen or sixteen gnolls, thirty or forty goblins, and he didn't bother to count the number of ferocious creatures or goblins.

Anyway, I met it, and I just killed it.

After killing one after another, a heavy smell of blood gradually accumulated on his body, and even if he cleaned it from time to time, he couldn't completely wash it off. When those ordinary beasts saw him, they all whimpered, and ran away with their tails between their legs, not daring to stay in his sight for even a second.

"If I stand with Chanem, I don't know who is more like the heir of the god of killing...... "One day, I killed a nest of goblins, cut off the ears of the goblins in it (this one can receive a bounty, one gold coin each), and packed up the bits and pieces such as those animal skin short spears that could be sold for some money, Pan Long used the steel knife as a mirror, looking at the reflection of his bloodstained and fierce eyes reflected on the blade, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

"But...... That's how you look like a Northlander. Anyway, in the eyes of the people of the Central Plains, we Northland people are bloodthirsty barbarians who kill people like hemp......"

He returned to the Friendly Arm Hotel with the bloody loot, and the boss of Belite reluctantly persuaded: "Pan, you really need to rest and rest! Look at your appearance, you don't look like a normal person!"

"I'm going to take a break and get out of here. Pan Long said, "I have killed almost all the more valuable monsters in this area, you see this time, the most valuable thing I killed is the big goblin, and even the jackals have not been able to find one." If it goes on like this, it feels like a waste of time. ”

Before Benlit could say anything, an old drinker couldn't help but laugh: "I remember that there is a proverb that says, 'Goblins can't be killed', but if you continue to kill like this, at least in our area, I'm afraid that even the goblins will be killed by you." ”

"If the goblins have bounties, I don't mind killing them all. ”

The drinkers burst out laughing.

Of course, they didn't doubt that Pan Long could really kill all the goblins in the vicinity, they just thought it was funny.

A rough drinker also laughed and said, "No wonder the goblins can't be killed, it turns out that there is no bounty!"

"That's right, if there is a bounty for killing goblins, I can also carry a stick and an axe to kill goblins. Can't you beat anything else, can't you beat the goblins?"

"Yes, even if it's a goblin and a silver coin, dozens of people go out together, take a walk, kill ten or eight goblins by the way, and come back and everyone will have the money to have a meal." ”

"In that case, the goblins may be killed and extinct. ”

"Don't be afraid, goblins eat everything, we can dig a big pit and raise goblins in it......"

The drunks chatted more and more happily, and the topic soon slipped to "corrupt officials or robbers, which is more suitable for feeding goblins", which was obviously a meaningless multiple-choice question, and they were arguing very lively.

Pan Long didn't join the argument, for him, these things were pretty much the same.

and whoever has a bounty, slaughter it and receive it.

If there is no bounty, slaughter it and dig a pit and bury it.

Anyway, it's nothing more than a knife thing.

This is true in this world, and it is also true in the Kyushu world.

Daddy taught him that if he provoked someone who didn't look like he would give up, he would kill him with a knife. No matter what troubles there will be in the future, if you end up with one, you will always have one less trouble.

"So what if I meet a villain, but he doesn't mess with me?" asked Pan Long at the time.

Daddy looked at him with a fool's eye: "If you can kill him, then you have already provoked him, if he can kill you, then he has already provoked you." Good and evil are not at odds, you know?"

"What if it's a decent person, but there is a misunderstanding between us?" Pan Long continued.

"There was no misunderstanding between men. Daddy said, "If there is a misunderstanding, it means that you haven't drunk enough." ”

This is the experience of his father in the rivers and lakes, Pan Long always felt that fortunately his father spent most of his time in the north, if he went to the flower world in the south, maybe he would have been killed by others.

...... No, he is so insidious, he has always hidden his most powerful skills, and he doesn't even know his own son, maybe he is more likely to kill others.

After rinsing it twice with cold water, soaking it in hot water with rosemary boiling liquid for more than half an hour, throwing away the old clothes and changing into a brand new traveler's corset, Pan Long finally couldn't smell the blood on his body.

When he returned to the lobby on the second floor of the hotel, Barmett smiled with satisfaction.

"Young man, you're just looking like an adventurer now. The dwarf said happily, "It was too scary to be like that." People make money in order to make their lives better. You can't make yourself live like a person just to make money!"

Pan Long thanked him, asked for an ordinary meal, and after eating and drinking, he returned to his room.

Opening the character panel, he saw that his level had reached level six, and in the equipment column, there were 1024 gold coins, several bottles of antidote potions, a ring that he didn't know to be useful for but obviously contained magical power, and a strange belt.

These are his most important trophies, nothing else matters.

Those bottles of antidote potion were given to him by an old lady who lived in the hotel, and the old lady heard that he was a very reliable adventurer, so she asked him to help clean up the poisonous spiders in her house. And the belt, which he had obtained by knocking over the ogre, was very strange - he remembered that it was cursed, and he had been curious to catch a goblin alive, forcibly put it on, and then ...... I didn't see much of a noticeable change in it.

It is nothing more than the transformation of the male goblin into the mother goblin.

After killing the goblin, the cursed belt could be taken off, but Pan Long pondered...... Can you find a big guy with a more unique hobby and sell it?

A belt that can change from a man to a woman seems to be interesting......

But in this small place, it doesn't sell for a lot of money. If you want it to sell at a price that matches its identity, you have to go to the big cities.

For example, the largest city in the Bay of Sword, Baldur's Gate.

There are enough rich people out there to pay a fortune for this belt, which is of no use except for fun. There are also more quests, more opportunities, and more money to earn.

What's more, it's only in those big cities that you can buy more advanced magic items like the "Dimensional Bag".

Of course, it's still quite a long way to get to Baldur's Gate from here. He was going to go to nearby Belgoust first and see if he could find something to make some money.

Moreover, Mrs. Landlin's house was also there, and he had promised to help her do a "big cleaning".

Early the next morning, Pan Long left the Friendly Arm Hotel in a clean carriage (for which he spent two silver coins, and the hotel guy in charge of the carriage also said that it was a friendly price).

"Man, if I need your help in the future, you're going to give me a discount!" said the boss of Ballett with a smile.

Pan Long replied with a thumbs up, waved his hand, and walked away.