After dinner, around midnight, most of the people gathered on the deck, and in the cabin were only the patrolling and standing guard of the Michao people.

Almost everyone had resentment on their faces, apparently because of Hablon's inaction.

But they were only able to show their anger like this, and they didn't even dare to say a word, and after this incident, Victor became a being comparable to Hablon in their eyes.

They know how strong McConn is, and they also know how completely defeated McConn is. The Chao people are in awe of the strong, and they have always been like this.

Speaking of Heru's level assessment, it is terrible to be shabby, and there is only one mercenary level in general, and it also carries water. Because they don't participate in the strength assessment, they can reach the corresponding level just by accumulating points by doing tasks, for example, Tom and Jerry are both seventh-level mercenaries, although they can't even beat Mu Yan at the beginning.

And even so, the strength assessment is quite limited and cannot visually describe individual differences.

The reason is that the growth trend of the physical strength of the Heru people is J-shaped, and after passing a certain limit, only he knows what kind of monster he will become, so McConn, who is also an eighth-level warrior, is as weak as a child in front of Victor.

According to the data summarized by the database, Maicon's physical fitness is around 82-84, while Victor's physical fitness is beyond the measurement range. The reason why it can't be measured is because with level 85 as the watershed between "legend" and "god", his body is already at the level of "god", and the players of "Dusk Era" have not summarized the attribute formula of this range, because all battles involving this level are not pure flesh, so the database cannot be judged.

This kind of simplicity comes from the deformed social development of Heru, taking Vaddan City as an example, the application of its magical civilization in life has made Grace breathtaking, but on the other hand, the social system has stayed in the primitive city-state stage, and no one has even moved the idea of building a unified empire, even this time Hablon, is full of merchants who defeated Vaddan City, and it is estimated that there is no next strategic deployment after that.

The reason is simple, he is too lazy to use his brain.

Luokan is different, a sound social system determines that it needs strict assessment to determine the allocation of talents. Taking Morningstar as an example, its assessment regulations are that when a higher-level mentor is present, for example, Surya's gilded rank assessment requires the presence of at least two domain swordsmen, which also involves complicated procedures and personnel transfers, and the expensive fees she pays are divided into several parts, turning into a trickle of different departments to maintain the normal operation of each link. This kind of redundant but cog-like delicate process of cooperation is unimaginable in Heru, and as for the Chaoren, they can probably only use the words "powerful", "very powerful", and "terrible" to distinguish the fighters above level eight.

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McConn's arm was picked up by the doctor and he was resting on the bed. The city lord of Haimeng was simply for Liwei, so his methods were a little cruel, but he was not sick enough to completely smash the broken arm. In addition, this ship is used to salvage souls, and there are naturally magic circles and materials to shape the body on the ship.

From the time he was carried in to rest, Uno had been busy going in and out, mingling with the brothers of McConn's patrol. Although he was a head shorter than others, the formation he tried to stand out for McConn just now was seen by others, and because he was also a hipster, his name was quickly known to everyone.

Uno has been moving things in and out since dinner, and he has found a lot of lettuce and raw meat, and he has somehow brought a stone pot covered with mysterious patterns.

McCone asks him what he is going to do, and he pretends to be mysterious and says he wants to surprise him.

He was busy until almost the early hours of the morning, and finally ran back sweating profusely with a ball of firewood, and then tiptoed to close the door, and said mysteriously: "Let you see my unique secret, hot pot!" ”

McConn watched as he expertly set up the fire, placed the stone pot on the fire, filled it with fragrant bone broth, and poured in a lot of red powder that looked very spicy.

The bright red color made him swallow his saliva.

The patterns on the pot glowed faintly under the scorching fire, and the water inside was divided into two parts, one red and one white, by a transparent wall of gas.

"The white one is called Sanxian soup, and the red one is called spicy soup, you can't drink it, it's not good for the patient." Uno looked like a chef, packed up the ingredients in a few clicks, handed Mai Kong an oil bowl garnished with minced garlic and basil leaves, and demonstrated how to make shabu-shabu.

Mai Conn followed his example and scalded a thin piece of beef, the tender slices of meat wrapped in spices and passed into his mouth, the rich bone broth and the chewy meat intertwined, making him feel like his soul was flying into the sky.

After swallowing this mouthful of meat, Mai Kong spent a full ten seconds to reminisce, and suddenly there was a feeling of "life is so beautiful", it turns out that food can also bring people such a touch.

"Brother, what the hell are you doing?" He couldn't help but ask.

Uno smiled, scratching his head and not speaking.

"Say, I don't laugh at you."

"Then I'll tell you......" Uno looked around and whispered, "I worked as a cook in Hosdy for a while. ”

These words confirmed McConn's suspicions, and he could not help but sigh.

Chef...... This is indeed a shameful errand in the eyes of the Chaoren, no wonder he hides it like this. The Michao people felt that not being able to die on the battlefield was an insult to life, that only the war dead could go to Hela's shrine, and that Nilfheim was the final destination for those cowards.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little dull, but the boiling soup in the pot (jar) sent the piping hot aroma outside.

Soon, the nearby night guards could not sit still.

"What does it smell like?" Guard Armor asked his companion.

"The kid who Boss McCone saved did it, right? I saw him coming in and out just now. Guard B replied.

Guard Armor craned his neck to look at it, sniffling his nose with an intoxicated expression.

"Why don't you keep an eye on it, and I'll take a look?"

"Go ahead, you don't have to worry about being punished." Guards Yenunu mouth.

"It's okay, I'll go visit Boss McConn when the time comes!" Guard Armor smiled at him and slipped away.

Ten minutes passed, and Guard B did not wait for his companion to return, but the aroma aroused the cravings in his stomach.

Five hours had passed since dinner, and it was the hungriest time before drowsiness hit.

"Why don't I go and visit Boss McConn?"

Guard B instantly convinced himself and turned around and slipped in.

The two of them were guarding the staircase, but now the movement slowly spread, and it began to affect the others in this corridor

……

It wasn't long before Hablon's figure appeared in the hallway.

His perception sensed that there was a large number of living souls gathered here, but the hallways were empty.

He walked to the door of McConn's room, not remembering who was inside, but he saw the soundproof barrier. It was like a cobweb, which burst with a flick of his hand, and then the noise came like a wave of air, and he could feel the fiery atmosphere in the room just by listening to it.

Sure enough, the moment the door was opened, a room full of people looked at him in unison, and their voices stopped abruptly. The originally lively atmosphere was instantly quiet, and only the sound of firewood beeping and burning was left, which was extremely harsh.

The entire corridor patrol was gathered here, each with food in their mouths, inhaling from the heat and spiciness, holding two slender wooden sticks in their hands, and keeping their posture of poking into the pot.

He could name all the people, except for the ordinary person he had seen in the afternoon.

Hablon's indifferent gaze swept around everyone, finally fixing on the looming magic patterns on the outer wall of the stone cauldron.

This pattern...... Sound familiar?