"I'm just an ordinary person, and I want to be sheltered by you, and I can take on some mundane tasks for you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Varif was stunned, his tone more sincere, and his posture was pitiful.

Natural disasters are always followed by man-made disasters. The fat man probably understood the crisis that Varif was facing, and it was a sin to have a hot fortune but lack the ability to defend himself.

In a normal year, ordinary people may be able to accumulate thousands of family fortunes. In troubled times, it is fish on the chopping board. Therefore, Variif is eager to turn to the job changer in order to protect himself.

More precisely, cooperation.

What the fat man doesn't understand is, why did he find me?

According to Kasha's judgment of the fat man, the transferor below the twelfth level is actually not much stronger than ordinary people. For example, if the female warrior of Rogge shoots arrows randomly, the fat man probably only has the share of running away in embarrassment, if he can escape.

Mundane affairs, fat people are naturally needed. At the very least, Eliza and Wendy can be fed, and even more female warriors can be fed.

However, the fat man didn't think he was capable enough to keep Varif in front of Akara, in front of Kashya, or in front of some other transferee—they were probably over level twelve, right?

However, Varif has become a huge rich man for reasons for his success. And Varif had waited for a long time on the street, and he must have judged him beforehand—even more objectively and reliably than the fat man's judgment of himself.

Sick and sick? How could Varif be such a child's play.

"I usually spend time in the Dark Forest, and I don't have any ties other than Eliza and Wendy. Boss Varif should know that I've never spent the night at Camp Roger, right? I'm not used to dealing with people, and I don't think there's anything wrong with that. The fat man smiled and rejected Varref.

Although the fat man knew, Varif would definitely continue to persuade.

His persuasion will also succeed.

It's nothing more than a combination of good and two.

"The current situation is a crisis for me, and it is also a crisis for the esteemed Druid." Varif changed his head and was even more reassuring.

"Oh, tell me about it, please?" The fat man smiled as usual.

"The lion cubs don't want to compete with the wolves for food, but the wolves don't allow the lion cubs to grow up." What Variif said seems to be a proverb on the Kan continent, and it sounds like there is some truth to it.

The fat man nodded nonchalantly, grabbing some pine nuts for Wendy. The intellectually beneficial effect of dried fruits on children.

"In fact, the birth of Lord Druid has upset the balance of power in Camp Rog's and brought unpredictable variables to the development of the situation." Variif felt that there was a door, or had already made up his mind, did not look alarmist at all.

"You know, before you, there were three honorable converts in Camp Rog. Lord Akara is an official force and claims to be righteous. Lord Kashya, who is in charge of the Rog Training Camp, has the deepest roots. Lord Kidd shelters the underground forces of Rog's camp, and there are many of them, good and bad. These three contain each other, and they are also hostile to each other, and neither side can win the other. "Varif knows a lot about the distribution of forces in Rog's camp, and probably walked the balance beam between the three for a while.

The Fat Man had been in contact with both Kasha and Akara, and had heard of Kidd's name. It is a mysterious necromancer who summons skeleton warriors from corpses to fight for him.

"I have no way of knowing what these three adults are capable of. Master Druids are supposed to be weaker than theirs. However, my lord, no matter which side you choose to join, the balance of power will be upset in an instant. Variif finally finished speaking, silently raising his teaglass to the fat man.

It sounded really complicated, and the fat man looked indifferent.

Kashya didn't mince words about me, but I was the only man living in the camp and was given a precious quota of wheat cakes.

Akara's warm reception today, as well as the valuable gifts, are more sincere and sincere in answering questions and doubts, which is also a kind of wooing.

I didn't think that my brother was so important.

When the catastrophe is at the head, can't you fight monsters and upgrade them well?

Or, there is a crisis in Variif that is not so urgent.

Or, all three parties want to eat this piece of fat. But until the equilibrium is broken, Variif is temporarily safe.

Of course, this security is ultimately in the hands of others, and Variif has a sharp sword hanging over his head at any time.

It's not a good feeling.

I'm not much better than ordinary people, and I'm also a job changer.

Coupled with the strength in Varif's hands, it may still be insufficient compared to the other three parties, but it already has a foundation to compete.

More importantly, the other three forces are still in a balanced situation, which gives Variif more room to maneuver.

"Dear Lord Druid, I have seen your kindness and generosity in adopting this fortunate little girl. Frankly, you make me feel safe. No other powerful person in Rog's camp could give me that feeling. There was a vicissitudes in Varif's voice.

The fat man nodded meaninglessly. Varif's reason for choosing me is strong.

But with his sense of security, what do I get?

Or rather, what is the point of wanting this power?

Although Varif is not fully credible, these facts should be basically true. If this is the pattern of the job changers on the Candras continent, it's no wonder that I, an outsider, need to save the world.

In any case, the battle with the creatures of hell is still a matter for the reclass. The participation of ordinary people, that is, it is better than nothing.

In a sense, the reincarnation is the protector of this world. Ordinary people, on the other hand, take on the so-called mundane tasks for the transferees to enjoy their lives.

Could it be that this is the value of the Candras continent?

Career changers who enjoy life do not have the corresponding responsibilities......

"Thank you for your hospitality, Boss Varif and my friends and I are very satisfied." The fat man never said anything, and after eating and drinking, he got up with a smile and said goodbye.

"Dear Lord Druid, it's my pleasure!" Variif got up to see him off, and sure enough, he looked proud, at least he didn't show any loss.

Varref's apartment is not far from the Rogge training camp in the east, not far from the Rogge training camp in the east.

As the night grew darker, the fat man was basically able to see through the darkness with the help of the crow's sight. Eliza and Wendy were about to follow the fat man closely. Wendy was still cautious about holding the shallow metal plate. The food that Varif had given him as a gift was carried by Eliza - it was really a ......

The hustle and bustle of the streets has long since cloughed. The underfed Neorogs probably went to bed early, right?

"Ahh

But the fat man couldn't scream—his feet suddenly staggered, as if he had stepped into waist-deep mud. Or maybe the attraction of the underground suddenly multiplies, making it difficult to lift one's feet. Not only is it difficult to lift his feet, but when the fat man is about to turn around, he finds that his whole body is a little numb, and his movements are extremely slow!

"Tom! Tong! Tong! ”

Heavy footsteps came out of thin air behind him, like a pile driver on a construction site.

The fat man finally turned slowly, only to see an extremely thick giant approaching.

With every step, the ground trembled!

The giant was about as tall as a fat man's neck, but his chest was more than twice as large as that of a fat man. The face is indistinct, but there is a vague feeling of a face, and the arms and thighs are as thick as the appearance - is it a human or a ghost?

The fat man slowly pulled Eliza and Wendy behind him, and their movements seemed to be old and slow.

The speed of this dwarf giant is not fast, but it is stable and steady, giving people an unstoppable feeling.

The fat man pulled the mace out of his rucksack. The mace seems to be twice as heavy as before. The fat man's movements are somewhat deformed.

Since entering the Candras continent, the fat man has experienced life and death many times, but he has never had such a terrifying experience.

Fight, it seems that you can't win.

Run, it seems that you can't run.

There was a faint sweat on the fat man's hands.

The dwarf giant wasn't fighting alone.

A black shadow flew silently, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and there was no wind to chill itself. The fat man got goosebumps. (To be continued.) )