"I said you're a guy... I just gave you half a day off, and it turned out to be this embarrassing picture. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info hmm.. Don't be in a hurry, let me guess, I was beaten because I accosted a little girl who had a boyfriend?"

I clutched my forehead helplessly, not knowing what to say about this waste magic sword.

The guy in front of him can be described as miserable.

Let's not talk about the pitiful appearance of the gray-faced and dusty-covered body.

The upper part of the blade was broken off at the waist, and it was currently being wielded in Spandam's hand, and judging by the dirt that covered the half of the sword, it was probably used by this guy as a weapon similar to a club.

This guy is such a genius, I never thought I could use myself in half as a weapon in a fight.

Speaking of waste, magic swords, and weapons are not normal in a fight.

Although it seems a little inappropriate to complain now, this guy is like a thug wandering the streets at the moment.

"Cai, Cai, how could Uncle Ben be beaten unilaterally. Five, five, five, open.. Don't look at Uncle Ben's current appearance, but that guy is no better. Absolutely, well, absolutely. ”

Just looked at the waste magic sword holding his arm, and kept nodding his head suggestively to deceive himself.

Yes.. We didn't get along for long, but I just knew it was definitely lying.

The Waste Demon Sword originally had eye sockets, well, there were.

But now, I really don't want to say it, but at the moment the position of this guy's left eye socket is dented, and the right eye socket is bulging out.

The guy who hit it was amazing, I felt like I was talking to a toilet brush with two hooks.

Moreover, no matter how you look at it, it is a one-sided massacre, and it is shamelessly said to be five or five. Yes.. Anyway, this guy Spandam has once again refreshed my understanding of the magic sword race.

Brush down.

"Partner, Uncle Ben thought about it. Sure enough, a man can't just give in, let's go take revenge!"

Hey, it's miserable.

How could it be so miserable, you guy actually escaped by being soft?!!

"Not interested. Besides, you've fled back, and now you're talking about what you're going to do with a manly suit, what do you want?"

"No, partner, Cai, Cai is not what you think. Uncle Ben escaped.. There was a reason for the retreat, and there was a very important reason why I had to do it!"

Well.. I'm just an ignorant earthling, and I really can't think of any reason for it to get to this field.

But to be on the safe side, let's ask what the reason is:

So, what's the reason. ”

"This, this. Well.. Not.. Belch.. In short, it is. For example, if Uncle Ben tells you everything, then how can you grow up——! you have to try to think about it yourself once in a while!"

This guy !!

It's been pressed to the ground by others and rubbed and pretended, you bastard didn't say anything, I think about a fart, how do you let me think about it, I'm looking for fault?!!

I don't know how many times I've wanted to knead it into a ball, and I can't count it.

"Alas......"

A thousand words wanted to be spoken, but in the end they turned into a "sigh".

"Partner, don't go. Uncle Ben just now seems to have seen your soul fire extinguished for a short time, no problem. Let's not talk about these boring things, anyway, let's go find a field, Uncle Ben is confident that he will teach it a lesson this time!"

By now, it's almost time for me to get used to this limping guy who is following my generation.

I've seen Spandam's words, and they often appear in plots called urban novels.

Although there is no reason, but generally the kind of gangsters who don't have a long memory are beaten by the protagonist, they will pull a friend to say this sentence by the way, and then, after saying this, if you really follow him and go back to kill him......

I'm betting on twenty packs of spicy strips, and I'll definitely be beaten even worse.

So this kind of line that will suffer from the standard ending is formulaic and called the Death Flag.

Flag means flag, and death falg is the kind of flag that will inevitably unfold to the end of death after doing something. As for how to learn to stand dead falg, I personally think that you only need to look at the daily life of the waste magic sword.

After shaking his head lightly, my generation, who felt that nothing good would happen, refused with respect:

"Since you're all succumbed, let's honestly admit it. I said you, what's the difference between this kind of behavior and a set of roles in front of you and behind the scenes. Although you may forget, we are the villains. It's not a minion. Got it?"

"But the partner ......"

"Shut up, come in if you don't want to die!".

Seeing that Spandam was still trying to say something, I quickly stopped it and got into the trash.

The cause of the incident occurred twenty minutes ago.

After ending the excitement in the Wizards' Association, I want to do something bigger.

That is to blackmail the nobles of the other world, because it is very important, so it is necessary to say it twice, blackmail.

Not long ago, when I met for the first time in the test room of the Wizards Association, I knew that the aristocratic little fat man did not have the slightest elemental spirit breath on his body, that is to say, that guy was just an ordinary person who couldn't even enter the meditation state.

But why do people who know they don't have magical talent go there?

This is the dirty deal of the adult world.

With this friendly purpose in mind, our generation was ready to establish a good relationship with the nobles of the other world, and the etiquette only went to the exchange activities that did not come, and naturally walked towards the lord's mansion.

Intelligence is the most wanted thing at the moment, and it is undoubtedly more beneficial to use the intelligence network of the nobles than to inquire about it in the Adventurers' Association.

That being said, it is undoubtedly suspicious to just ask for information, so information can only be used as an additional condition at best, after all, it is estimated that this kind of marginalized rural aristocracy will not have any precious information.

I don't expect much, but it's a good idea to get something valuable by the way.

What's more, the target can't be problematic information, too conspicuous will also increase the risk of revealing yourself as an undead, at most you can only get some 'common sense'.

Therefore, at this time, it is necessary to be a strong man who has lived in seclusion for many years and does not understand the world.

Both the human and demon realms are developing, and the appearance of 'conduction crystals' can be a good illustration of this problem.

Even the Book of the Dead is completely blank in its knowledge of these centuries, and there are many things that can be inferred from the changes of power and human intelligence that evolve over the centuries, which are exactly what the current Undead Fortress desperately needs.

Since you can't fight those death lords with your strength, you can only rely on playing yin.

Just, when my generation thought so, a half-broken waste magic sword fell from the sky.

It is estimated that it wanted to do a 720-degree Thomas maneuver in mid-air, and it is worth mentioning that it failed, so the price of death is to land on the ground with its face, because it is all inconsequential things, so I will not say much.

Important, the waste magic sword said seriously: "Partner, Uncle Ben was beaten ——!"

It should have been slapped in the face.

But remembering that my senior's arm had been cut off by this guy once, so I cautiously pulled out the short sword of the adventurer who was shopping with the beautiful young lady next to me, and by the way, I flew this guy into a nearby alley.

…………

"Ahhhhh

"Big brother, I've searched the alley in the south, but I didn't find any traces of human figures. ”

"Then go and look for it again——!!"

…………

After listening to the fact that there seemed to be no movement outside, I climbed out of the trash can with the waste magic sword.

"Got it? We're villains, not minions, and there's no way we're going to do something like that. If you're still not convinced, I'll put you in the hands of those idiots. ”

"Hmm.. Okay, okay. Uncle Ben let that bastard go this time. ”

After nodding at the waste magic sword, my generation was satisfied with the short sword in his hand and put it into the space ring.

Eating Spendham's one blow hasn't been damaged, it's really nice stuff.

As I thought so, I waved my hand to signal the Waste Demon Sword to follow, intending to set off towards my original destination, the noble lord's mansion in charge of White Oak Town.