"Herbert, you bastard......"

Swendi felt that he was about to smoke in anger, and gritted his teeth and swore that the other party would look good, but what a good opinion, he couldn't think of it for a while.

He felt that he had been humiliated like never before, and he was angry, and suddenly he saw the saber brought by his new chief of guard, and pulled it out with a bang, and roared angrily, "I'm going to kill you!"

But it was just shouting, and after a long time, I didn't really make a move.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. A lazy voice next to him said.

Swendy was startled, only to realize that there were several more people around him, and it was the young Andes who spoke, and said angrily, "Who are you?"

"Didn't you just keep clamoring to see me?"

Sean still looks like he is not in good spirits, there have been too many patients recently, which has seriously affected his sleep and cultivation, and he has already begun to think about whether to transfer some more people over or reduce his business.

After all, he opened a medical institute to do experiments, collecting data is the main thing, saving people and curing diseases is secondary, he doesn't have a sense of mission to save the world, not cold-blooded, but in this turbulent world, war is the most powerful scourge of people, if you want to save more people, not to practice medicine in the world, but to find a way to eliminate the war, is the fastest.

"This friend of mine has a bad temper, if he accidentally hurts himself, it won't be beautiful!"

"You threaten me? What are you? How dare you threaten me?" said an angry Swindy with his sword at Sean and roared, "Do you know who I am?"

Embarrassment!

If there was a mirror that could reflect it, Sean's expression at the moment would definitely be a big embarrassment.

How narcissistic is this man? Do you think that the whole world should know his name and his illustrious background?

Although he did know the identity of the other party, it was also because of the butcher of Valesta, and he deliberately inquired about the reason.

Normal people have seen so much that they have forgotten that there is still a strange species in the world.

There is no doubt that the one in front of him is one of the best, noble birth, rebellious age and arrogant personality, casting the other party's eldest in the sky, the second in the earth, and his third, he is the savior of the world, and the whole world revolves around him.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to use the cruel reality to tell him that he is just an insignificant speck of dust in this world, and his existence or not will not change this world in the slightest.

Sean avoided the other party's long sword, and said with a smile: "Threat, how can it be? Even if I give me two guts, I won't dare, I'm just kindly reminding, if you don't want to listen, you can continue." ”

Swendy was like a fried hedgehog, catching and stabbing whom, and sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? I can't see that there is something wrong with Sir Herbert, it must be what you untouchables have done, you barbarians are best at voodoo Gu magic, you must have done something to Sir Herbert, yes, it must be so, hurry up and say, what evil things have you done." ”

After listening to the other party's justified speculation, it doesn't matter if others believe it or not, anyway, he believes it himself, and is complacent about his cleverness.

Sean was dumbfounded, it seemed that he had underestimated the other party's secondary degree.

Swendy said with a haughty demeanor like a little rooster: "I order you, as the fourth heir of the Adolf family and the guardian knight of the Holy Aether Holy See, to restore Sir Herbert to normal immediately, for the sake of your healing of Sir Herbert, the past is not to blame, otherwise I will hold you legally responsible." ”

Sean is a typical master who eats soft and does not eat hard, no matter the past life or the present life, especially this kind of middle two plus brain damage, people can't have a good feeling, they just want to press the ground and rub and rub again.

If Swendy and Amiable come to the door, Sean may not be able to save face, collect some medical expenses and return Valesta Butcher's hands, after all, his cooperation with the corpse collector is not justified, and he has never consulted the parties and slave owners.

It's not that Sean agrees with this slavery system, but the whole environment is like this, the rights and interests of slave owners are protected by law, and his behavior is illegal.

But now, Sean directly pretended to be stupid and said, "Did Your Excellency recognize the wrong person? What Sir Herbert? You said he? haha...... Sir you are so funny, you look at his appearance, where does he look like a sir, this is simply an insult to Sizz, you must have recognized the wrong person, this is my domestic servant, the domestic servant who has followed me for many years, Baozi! Baozi, Baozi is delicious?"

"Buns!Buns!Delicious!Delicious!" Butcher Valesta heard Sean's greeting, and raised his hands with a silly smile, and responded inarticulately, not knowing whether he was responding to Sean's greeting, or simply saying that the buns were delicious.

"You are nonsense, you are Ser Herbert, Herbert Selt, the chief of the guard I brought from the royal capital Valesta, how did he become your servant bun? Herbert Selt, you are Herbert Selt, you are Sir Herbert, the butcher of Valesta, not a hell of a bun!"

Swendi said angrily, the most typical characteristic of this kind of person is to allow himself to be unreasonable, but not to allow others to be unreasonable.

"You must have mistaken the man, he is certainly not the Sir Herbert you are looking for, he is the bun, my servant bun. Sean's words were conclusive, "Eller, give Baozi two more baskets of steamed buns, and by the way, another pot of mutton soup, just eat steamed buns and choke on panic, you see that Baozi has been hungry and thin recently, eat more to make up." ”

"Okay, two baskets of steamed buns, a pot of mutton soup, come right away. ”

Eller pulled a long tone, deliberately pulled the word bun extremely long, and praised his boss's ability to reverse black and white, and the swaggering little rooster was as black as the face at the bottom of the pot, which made him even more comfortable, and ran to the restaurant next door.

The restaurant and the medical clinic are not built side by side, but are located on the same street, after all, the medical center is full of patients and corpses coming and going every day, and if you are neighbors with the restaurant, you don't have to do business in the restaurant.

But after all, it is a family, and there is this small door in the hidden corner, which is convenient for their own people to enter and exit.

Soon two steaming baskets of steamed buns were served, and the excited Valesta butcher slammed the solid wood table, and shouted inarticulately: "Buns, buns, delicious, buns, like to eat, buns ......"

Every time he ordered a bun, Swendi's face darkened a point, and his whole face was about to become Daguan Gong, and his forehead was sweaty and steaming.

Seeing that his young master was about to smoke in anger, the head of the guard jumped out again to brush his sense of existence, and asked, "You said that he is your servant Baozi, what is the matter with the injuries on his body?"

"That's right, you explain what happened to his injuries?Sir Herbert was bruised all over his body by the champion knight Starbuck in the gladiatorial arena, but in front of the entire Solo City, you dare to say that he is not Sir Herbert?" the Chief of the Guard reminded Swindy and asked loudly.

Sean said with a sad face: "My servant went to the Andes Mountains to collect medicine for me, and accidentally rolled down the mountain beam, and was covered with scaly wounds from poisonous thorns, and almost died, but I couldn't stand him." ”

Valesta Butcher was injured while wearing heavy armor, criss-crossing wounds, plus the inevitable secondary injuries in the process of disassembling the deformed armor, some of the more serious wounds have been stitched up by Sean's unqualified skills, and the wounds in a semi-healing state are crooked like ugly centipedes lying on him, it is difficult to distinguish whether it is a sword wound or a scratch, but it is convenient for Sean to talk nonsense.

"You're quibbling, pure quibble. "Swendy has never seen such a shameless person, it is obviously Sir Herbert in front of him, but he wants to open his eyes and say nonsense, what kind of bun.

The most important thing is that Sir Herbert didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he went along with the other party and ignored him.

Debate is not what Swendi is good at, he usually plays scoundrels, but he didn't expect to meet a master who is better at opening his eyes and telling nonsense than him today, and he can't find a better reason to refute it for a while.

"I'm stating the facts, how can I call it a quibble? I'm in my own house, and you yourself run and drag my servant to say what Sir Herbert is, and how can I refute it become a quibble? ”

Sean looked innocent, since the two sides have broken up, he doesn't plan to come back, and there is nothing to talk about with this kind of late secondary disease, because when you reason with him, he will in turn mess with you, so it's better to bite the bullet from the beginning.

Swendi was stunned for a long time, and finally held back a sentence: "Do you know who I am?"

Sean was shocked by the other party's strange brain circuit again, but still replied truthfully: "You have just introduced yourself, and you are the fourth in line to the Adolf family. ”

"Do you know about the Adolf family?" asked Swendy, who seemed to have found his winning formula.

"I don't know. "Sean is not sloppy this time, but he really doesn't know, he only knows that the owner of the Butcher of Vatales is a great noble heir from the royal capital of Vatales, as for how big this family is, I don't know, the intricate aristocratic relationship of the Byron Alliance is a shortcoming of his.

His understanding only stays at the level of the eight major military leaders and eight dukes and lords of the Byron Alliance, and the aristocratic class below is basically blind, one thing is certain, the other party is not at the level of the eight military leaders and eight dukes, because there is no Adolf in the eight surnames.

Swendi showed an arrogant look of no wonder you dared to talk to me, and then said with great pride: "The hereditary marquis Adolf family, directly loyal to the Lancelot royal family, has a fiefdom of three hundred kilometers, and has an army of tens of thousands, and I am the heir to the power of the Adolf family, aren't you afraid?"

Swendy once again put on a haughty demeanor like a little rooster, looking like my family is very awesome, and I am also awesome, come and kneel and lick me.