099 Brother is late but arrives (ask for the first order)
It's nightfall.
Near the main house of Senluo Farm is a group of tenant farmers.
In the center of the encirclement is a middle-aged man shirtless with his upper body.
This person's expression is gloomy, the bridge of his nose is slightly slanted, and his eyes are full of ruthlessness.
Despite being surrounded by so many people, he still looks calm and calm.
On the contrary, the tenant farmers, who were in large numbers, were a little anxious, and they reprimanded one after another:
"You hurt someone and you want to make trouble?"
"yes, yes, a foreigner still wants to disturb Master Roger?"
"Get out of the manor now! We're not interested in your show! β
The more the tenant farmers scolded, the more fierce they became.
But the middle-aged man didn't hear it, and just calmly explained:
"I don't want to make trouble."
"I just want to talk to Master Roger, this is a matter between martial artists, and it has nothing to do with you."
Speaking of this, the man indifferently glanced at Levi, who was moaning in pain on the ground:
"You have all seen the situation just now, it was he himself who said that he wanted to replace Master Roger and fight with me, I thought he was a martial artist."
"Who knew he couldn't help but fight!"
His words completely angered the people.
A few young men rolled up their sleeves in unison, exchanged glances with each other, and prepared to come forward to besiege.
Right now.
The sound of horses' hooves came quickly.
"The patrol captain is here!" Someone recognized the comer.
A swift shadow approached.
A short time later, a knight in light armor rolled over and dismounted.
He hurried over to Levi and examined his injuries.
After confirming that Levi was not worried about his life for the time being.
The knight got up suddenly, pulled out the long sword in his hand with a clatter, pointed at the middle-aged man and said:
"You hurt the patrolling knights of Paramount Manor, and I have the right to banish you by decree from Dawning Town."
"Decree?"
As if the middle-aged man had heard some joke, Furui Wubo's face finally had some expression.
Matthew looked at the sword-wielding knight with a mocking expression:
"I don't understand what 'decree' means."
The knight said coldly:
"Then let me figure it out for you."
"Paramount Manor isn't one of those messy places out there."
"I know you're strong, but it's too rampant to fight against the order of the manor on your own, right?"
Not far away, the footsteps of rustling sounded.
Columns of infantry rushed out, and they aimed their spears at Matthew.
That moment.
Matthew's face was extremely pale.
He angrily defended:
"I didn't cause trouble!"
"This is a competition between martial artists!"
"Is this how Paramount Manor treats guests from afar?"
The knight sneered:
"Whether it's a guest or an enemy, you'll find out with me."
Matthew's anger surged.
If it weren't for the task of finding out information, he would have wanted to tear everyone present to pieces!
"I just want to see Master Roger!"
His tone softened:
"It's my problem to do it with the patrolman, I mistakenly thought he was a disciple of Master Roger, and I will compensate for it."
The knight snorted:
"It's his business if Master Roger wants to see you......"
"Huh? Master Roger? β
He looked behind Matthew, a little stunned.
The crowd followed his gaze.
But I saw a young man blindfolded with a black cloth slowly walking from the direction of the main house.
The crowd flocked to it.
"Master, what's wrong with your eyes?"
Someone asked with concern.
"There was a problem while practicing."
"Out of the way."
Roger replied with a chuckle.
He walked up to Matthew, and his tone was not good:
"Originally, I didn't want to attack you, but you hurt my friend."
Matthew looked at the strip of black cloth on Roger's eyes and couldn't help laughing:
"So what?"
"Is this the reason why you sent a stand-in last time and pretended to be blind this time?"
"With all due respect, your actions don't look like a master, but rather like a disgrace to a martial artist."
Roger wasn't angry either.
He just pointed lightly to the river:
"Please."
Matthew was slightly stunned:
"You're willing to fight me now?"
Roger just pointed in the direction, his body motionless.
Matthew snorted and strode towards the river, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
Roger followed unhurriedly.
The rest of the people also wanted to go over to see the excitement, but they were stopped by the patrolmen one by one.
Watching the figures of the two disappear into the darkness.
The knight with the sword breathed a sigh of relief and said to the younger brother beside him:
"Signal to Mistress Freya that Master Roger has lured Matthew away."
"Over there in the circus, she can do it directly."
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Next to a tributary of the Serra River.
Matthew stopped and turned to look at Roger:
"That's it."
Roger stopped, groping his way into the crucible behind him.
"Pretending to be a ghost."
Matthew muttered.
However, in the next second, his face suddenly changed-
Because he saw Roger pull out a thick and long weapon and aim it at himself!
At that moment, every hair on Matthew's body stood up!
"What are you going to do?"
Matthew had never seen such a weapon, but the instinctive sense of crisis frantically reminded him that something might not be right with this big baby in front of him!
His voice suddenly rose several degrees:
"Aren't you a martial artist?"
"That's right."
Roger's tone was flat:
"As a martial artist, it makes sense for me to have a gun on me, right?"
Speaking of which.
He snapped open his eyesβ
A fiery blue-gray light pierced through the black cloth.
The breathtaking grandmaster stared angrily at Matthew's heart!
Just this one look.
Matthew gradually loses control of his body.
"No...... You can't hurt me! β
is worthy of being an elite martial artist of level 34, and under the shock of the grandmaster's angry eyes, Matthew actually forcibly opened his own mastery - "Golden Bell Jar"!
A golden glimmer lit up by the river.
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"Golden Bell Jar: Whole-body defense martial art, increases base defense by 20 points"
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Roger glanced at the stats bar, then pulled the trigger indifferently.
A roar rang out by the river.
Matthew's upper body slammed into a mist of blood.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the air.
"Times have changed......"
"Villain."
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"You killed Matthew (Human Martial Artist/Despicable Disciple/Elite)"
"You have gained 53 XP"
"You gained 126 Chivalry Points"
"The Killing Order reward is successful, and you have gained Matthew's specialty, Copper Skin and Iron Bone."
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"Copper Skin and Iron Bone (2 Ring Specialty): Increases your base defense by 8"
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"It's okay."
"126 points of chivalry, how many bad things has this guy done?"
Roger hurried over to Matthew's side and expertly touched the corpse.
Matthew's net worth is not very rich.
In the second half of his life, Roger found only change and two cheats that did not go into the flow.
"Damn! Brushing evil martial artists really has no future. β
"But it's also possible that he put things in the circus."
"Speaking of circuses, there's news from Freya's side soon, right?"
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an hour ago.
Roger and Freya receive a secret message from Alain on their way to Senro's farm.
The latter said that he had completed the dispatch and had gone head-to-head with the Necrons outside the Autumn Wind Forest and won a resounding victory.
As soon as the two of them put it together, they decided to do it immediately.
In order to prevent the circus from learning about the rumors, there was a scene where the patrol captain acted.
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After getting Matthew.
Roger rushed in the direction of the Water Ghost Forest as fast as he could.
Alain's secret letter mentions.
An army of necromancy is heading southwest of the Autumnwind Glades.
The commander of this force is a level 36 "Death Prophet".
Most importantly.
He has dozens of necromancers under his command!
As soon as he saw this, Roger came to his senses.
As he hurried, he looked at the changes on the data bar.
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"Your specialty, the Grandmaster's Angry Eye, has been raised, and your Blue Eyes can be retracted freely."
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"You redeemed 1 malicious coupon, do you use it?"
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"Malicious Coupon Successfully Used, Your Chosen Profession Is: Necromancer"
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"Effect of Malice Targeting: For every 1 Necromancer killed, you will randomly receive a certain number of Perception Fragments, and for every 100 Perception Fragments, you can exchange for 1 Perception at any time."
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"That's good."
Roger couldn't help but chuckle:
"Is this the legendary "Brother Late but Late"?"
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