"Captain Frank, are you crazy?"

The roar of a middle-aged man echoed throughout the living room. The orator next to the middle-aged man blinked, and whispered a reminder beside him:

"Boss, they seem to know each other. ”

The boss and the orator didn't realize that all the mercenaries behind them were smiling playfully.

Undoubtedly, these mercenaries are all Odin, but they are a special group of Odin. The Odin people who can be mercenaries naturally have their own stories, they have either been ostracized by their families, or their families have been ruined, or they have their own dreams, where can such Odin people have racial views?

The mercenary group was established for more than ten years, until they changed their name to the Timberwolves mercenary group. During the past ten years, they have traveled from south to north and experienced countless trials of life and death.

So, this is a group of guys who have already looked down on life and death, and this is such a group of people, standing behind Peake at this time.

"Frank, sober me up," the owner of the auction house continued to shout, ignoring the orator's reminder, "I am your boss, your master! Why do you stroking the chest of a lowly yodelman!? Why are you standing behind him? I am not here to make you betray me!"

No one answered him, and he cried out in a rage:

"Come, go, get them for me!"

With this command, all the mercenaries in the room moved. They walked up to Peake, silently gave a chest-troking salute, and then stood behind him.

Ha?

This scene directly petrified the bosses and orators! Their faces turned the color of iron.

With a bang, the boss sat back in his chair feebly. His throat twitched, and his brow furrowed in disbelief.

This scene was directly beyond his cognition.

How could the venerable Odin salute a yodelman, were they blind, or were they hallucinating?

Pico looked at the mercenaries one by one, although Zhu Tian had been controlling his body and communicating with these mercenaries, but for a period of time, Pique had been around these mercenaries with his mental power, and he was already very familiar with them.

Moreover, there is a special emotion that lingers between the two parties.

Peake knew that feeling came from the battle, the battle at the gates of Joson.

There was no dialogue between them, but they stood together very tacitly.

Such a scene directly messed up the two people behind the long table. "Head Frank," the boss finally suppressed his anger, "I need an explanation, he's a lowly yodelman ......"

A hand axe flew directly to the table in front of the boss!

Sawdust flies and the blade of the axe is sunk!

Frank walked over slowly, put his hand on the axe, and stared at the middle-aged man tightly. "He's my master, please speak with respect. He said, "As for the explanation you want, I can give it to you." He took out a bag of gold coins from his bosom and continued to say in a deep voice: "This is the deposit you paid to our Timberwolves mercenary group, and Lao Tzu will not accept your mission! Moreover, you must take back the name of your auction house! I don't want to hear the words 'Timberwolves Auction House' in the future! Finally, I warn you, Lao Tzu is a mercenary! Not a robber!"

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the fierce face in front of him, and he felt saliva spray on his face. But he didn't dare to wipe it, he was afraid that the man in front of him would see any discordant movements, so as to cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

He is a businessman. As he said, he was a businessman with a lot of power. Undoubtedly, the businessmen who have been able to reach his position have the principle of improvisation. But, when it came to race, he was puzzled, he was indignant, and finally he couldn't restrain himself, "Is he your master?" he asked coldly, "where is your dignity as an Odin?"

"Dignity?" Frank repeated in a deep voice, then drew his axe. The boss saw him jerk his axe up in the air! At this moment, he felt that he was facing a beast with fangs on him!

The axe fell last! The long table in front of him shattered in half and collapsed with a bang, smashing several empty chairs nearby. "This is my dignity. So, what about your dignity?"

The boss didn't know what he was like now, and he only heard a burst of laughter in the room for a moment, and everyone was laughing at him, as if the orators around him were laughing. Damn, the axe didn't cut at him, so why did he fall over in fear? We'll see who has the last laugh, you stinky mercenaries.

Frank struck the axe in half with a few taps on the tabletop, knocking all the wood chips off and then carrying it back onto his back. Cheers and whistles rang out in the room. "Before I came to Peace Town, I told you that I would unilaterally dismiss the mission at any time," he stared at the boss who was slumped on the ground, and said coldly: "If you can always maintain your previous graceful demeanor, how can I treat you like this? I thought you were a businessman, but why did you want me to be a robber? Lao Tzu has been dealing with robbers all his life, so can you understand my current feelings?" It seems that you don't understand anything, since you don't understand the psychology of a mercenary, why do you have the guts to hire me?"

"Gold coins, I gave you gold coins. The boss replied stiffly.

"Mercenaries are synonymous with gold coins, and this popular saying may be true. But the Timberwolves mercenary group, we have our own principles, you know now, right?"

The boss kept changing his face and looked at the broken long table in front of him. His legs were already trembling, and only then did he react and desperately suppress his trembling legs.

What did I hire? Hire a bunch of unprincipled wolves?

This is not the image of a mercenary in his impression at all.

Why be a mercenary if not for the gold?

The orator on the side looked at Frank as if he didn't make any moves, and he helped the boss up from the ground, and when they sat back down in their chairs, they both found their bodies trembling slightly.

The moment the axe was raised, they felt that they were really going to die here, and at this time, in addition to anger, they were more happy.

Frank regained his grip behind Pique, "Master, did I do the right thing just now?"

"What did you do...... It's good, it's just that the table looks precious, so don't break the table and chair at will in the future. "As a carpenter, he was now sorry for the table that had been split in half.

"Oh, oh. He replied in a muffled voice.

Peake glanced at the mercenaries beside him again, the smiling face Baru, the catfish grass carp, the nasty Lucis, and the meat shield...... I saw that their faces seemed to have a little more restrained taste.

Frank's performance just now shocked him, he still remembered the violent guy who kicked the door and chased him into the hospital to ask for the debt, at this time, Frank still had a little violent mood. There seemed to be a light of faith in those triangular eyes, and I don't know what he was thinking, maybe Zhu Tian would understand him.

At this time, it is better to talk to them less, so as not to make them aware of the fact that they have two souls.

Pique said to the owner of the auction house: "I am a carpenter, and I have the duty of a carpenter, and you are a merchant, and I advise you to do what a businessman should do." ”

At this time, the boss and the orator sat there, but they were silent.

Pique wasn't going to talk to him any more. "I'm getting out of here," he said to the mercenaries, "who can open the door?"

Bang!

A handle cleanly smashed the inner lock of the door, and the wooden door opened.

"Frank, this door also looks very precious, don't destroy the doors and windows at will in the future......"

"Oh, oh"

......

......

"Peake, you're amazing!" Soros glanced at the stars in the sky as he walked down the street. "I can't imagine that you, a little carpenter, have such a magical encounter. ”

After leaving the auction house, the mercenaries found a hotel, and Pique handed over his body to Soros. "With my character, I wouldn't have anything to do with these mercenaries," he said, "it's Zhu Tian, and he said something to the mercenary leader that I didn't understand. I don't know why this mercenary leader has to be loyal to Zhu Tian. ”

"You mean the kid who was locked up in the Tower of the Dead?" said Soros with a laugh. "It's amazing, I haven't seen anyone with two souls. ”

"Well, we have to go back to the Tower of the Dead and bring Zhu Tian out," Pique still had a lot of doubts in his heart, "Why are you locked up in the Tower of the Dead?

"Of course not, where are ordinary petty people who are qualified to be imprisoned in the Tower of the Dead? The guys who can be locked in the Tower of the Dead must be a strong person in their lifetime!" Soros seemed to have a hint of pride in his tone, "Not everyone will have an undead after death. ”

"What do the undead represent? Why do you have undead? Why are you locked up in the Tower of the Dead?"

"Why, why, why are you so much, why? Alas, the undead...... As the name suggests, it is the soul of death. Generally speaking, after death, the soul has no carrier, and it will also die and dissipate. Of course, everyone's opinion is different, and there is no unified statement on the mainland. In my opinion, the soul should be regarded as an energy in the body, and when the body is severely damaged, this energy will slowly flow away like blood. If all the energy in a person's body is gone, it means that the person is dead. ”

Pique didn't answer, and every word Soros said made him think for a long time.

"And people are different, some people often exercise their bodies, some people practice martial arts, and some people discover the mystery of spiritual power. These people are fundamentally different from ordinary people, and with the accumulation of years and months, the energy in their bodies is more condensed. So in the end, when they die, even if they have drained all the blood in their bodies, they will survive in another way, which is called undead. It's more like a consciousness body, an invisible energy. Of course, you can understand it as spiritual power, because almost every guy with mental power will exist in the form of an undead for a period of time after he dies. One last thing that needs to be added: If someone dies suddenly, or unjustly, such a person can easily condense the undead. After all, the spirit of the dead is made up of negative energies such as resentment and anger. ”

Pique had gained some strange knowledge, which he was silently understanding. In a blink of an eye, I found that Soros had come to the church.

Standing in front of the statue of the first knight of the continent, Peake suddenly felt his body become tense.

"Herallux. Soros muttered the name. "Now there is only the God of Light Cult left on the continent, so most of them know the God of Light, right?"

Peake could hear the loneliness in his tone, "Well," he replied, "almost all of them believe in the god of light, and the Odin are no exception. This is the first knight on the mainland, and many churches will have such a sculpture placed at the door, symbolizing that this place is protected by the knight of light. "These are all things that Ryder will listen to him. He and Ryder both like to read, he likes to read biographies and legends in ancient books, and Ryder likes to study some theology.

"Do the Odin also trust Heralex?" asked Soros.

"Well, Heralex is the spiritual belief of all knights. They called him the god of war. ”

"Hehe......" Suddenly, Soros sneered in a low voice, "Ridiculous, ridiculous, they shout about the humble yodelman in their mouths, and then they have to believe in a yodelman." ”

"What?" Peake was stunned and hesitated for a moment before saying, "You mean to say that Heralex is a Yodelman?"