"Grizzly" Kozmo sat on a huge soft "chair", and the good elasticity from his hips made him press his body down - this "chair" seemed to protest against the torture, and suddenly "squeak" and wailed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Kozmo's broad palms rubbed against the armrests of the "chair", and instead of bare wooden strips, they were wrapped in a layer of fur that could not be seen to belong to an animal, soft and textured, and felt even better than the skin of the women in the southern city.

He was in a bit of a trance, wondering if he could get such a comfortable chair somewhere, but there was a sudden pang in his heart - he saw the gaze of the adult behind the desk, the adult smiled kindly, but the squinted eyes occasionally flashed with essence and looked very sharp, and this glimmer of gaze was projected on him, making him feel that this one was a little less comfortable.

He shifted his buttocks, but felt more and more uneasy.

"My lord, I heard that you are recruiting mercenary groups here?"

Kozmo inquired cautiously, his hands clasped together and his fingers rubbed together, thinking about his thoughts - although he was only an inconspicuous leader of Afron's underground, he had smelled the wind and rain coming from recent movements, combined with years of experience. "Grizzly" Kozmo is not willing to lie dormant in the dark corners forever, and he is keenly aware that, perhaps, this time, his chance has come!

"That's right."

Macuro nodded, and Kozmo's face met his eyes, but he changed his words, "I think Mr. Kozmo needs to show your worth." ”

The maid on the side understood, turned around and grabbed a long sword from the weapon rack behind the desk, this was a very common standard weapon, not the heavy special pure steel greatsword that Macuro used for training in the morning - as an avid sword enthusiast, Marcuro often invited others to fight, but this opponent did not seem worthy of his full strength.

"Your Excellency!"

Kozmo exclaimed and scrambled to his feet from his "chair". This script was completely different from the one he had in mind, he had heard from his subordinates and the mercenaries in those taverns that the Escud family was recruiting mercenaries, and almost no one refused to come, and the commissions were also very generous, and several leaders of the mercenary group were even cited by this gentleman as henchmen - for the mercenaries, this is undoubtedly a rare luck, if the nobles who took refuge in power, their status is very likely to change, and their status is no longer as low as before!

It's just that he has never heard of any links that need to be "assessed"!

Kozmo's uneasiness finally became a reality, and he knew the true strength of Marcuro Escud, an adult known as the "Chosen One of Sword Skills" in Afron, although he was still very young, but at least possessed the strength of the [Awakening Realm]. And he, the feared "grizzly bear" Kozmo in the southern city, is nothing more than a joke in front of the aristocratic elite of this level.

Kozmo is very self-aware, his strength is only the LV10 of the basic inauguration, which may be unfathomable in the eyes of ordinary civilians, but in the face of the strength of the [Awakened Realm], he doesn't think he can survive the next round - he also used to travel south and north as a mercenary when he was young, although he doesn't know what the [Awakened Realm] is all about, but he still remembers those pictures deeply: the metal armor is easily rubbed like a piece of paper under the majestic power, and every move is incredibly fast, in his eyes, Can't capture ...... at all

To face such an opponent?

Kozmo didn't have the courage to do it, but now that he was here, and the adult looked serious, he knew that he wouldn't be able to hide this time. However, Marcoolo-sama probably won't play for real.

Kozmo stubbornly stood up and walked down the hall. It was one of the most spacious houses in the estate, without any opulent decorations, no aristocratic favorites such as paintings, antiques, vases, etc., a few chairs, a desk, a filled bookcase and weapon racks, and that was all there was to the room.

"Mr. Kozmo, where's your weapon?"

Marcuro stood in the middle of the hall, holding his sword very casually, his posture was handsome, his face was serious, and he actually had a kind of breathtaking charm - but Kozmo on the other side could no longer appreciate it, he hesitated for a long time, and finally pulled out a scimitar from his waist.

A scimitar worth 1000 reels!

It had been purchased from an overseas merchant - the blade was bright enough to show a person's face, and he had already tried the sharpness of the scimitar, and in the midst of an underground fire, he used it to easily cut the neck of the other man, and it felt like cutting cheese.

As soon as the blade was out of the scabbard, it was immediately greeted with praise:

"Nice stuff."

Macuro stood in front of "Grizzly" Kozmo, the distance between the two was only two or three meters, his right arm was slightly bent, and he made a gesture to draw his sword, and then, looking at the other party, nodded affirmatively, he moved-

The action is not fast.

Kozmo clearly saw the path of the long sword stabbing in the air, and he swung his sword upward, the sword against his blade - Kozmo felt as if he was bound by an invisible rope all over his body, and he struggled to break free, but to no avail, the sword slowly and slowly at a very slow pace, from the bottom to the top, against his throat.

The cold touch of the metal on his skin was so cold that Kozmo was scared to pee - he closed his eyes, and at this moment, he felt a huge regret in his furry head, he was not sure if the adult really had murderous intent, and the identity gap between the two, even if he was killed, everything could not be investigated. Kozmo began to hate the boys in Bloody Fangs who told him about it.

"Alright, Mr. Kozmo, that's all for today."

Macuro's voice rang in his ears, and when Kozmo opened his eyes again, he found only the figure of the maid in front of him, and the maid frowned in disgust, waved her hand at him and said, "Sir, it's over." ”

Kozmo didn't know how he had left Clover Manor. As he walked out of the manor in a daze, he was confronted by several young aristocratic men and women, who were equally disgusted, waved their hands in front of their noses, and then walked away quickly. Kozmo could vaguely hear a young girl talking:

"Look at that person, it looks like he's peeing his pants, hehe."

Kozmo reached for his crotch, and it was wet. The flames of humiliation and anger suddenly ignited in his heart......

……

Glo came to the camp of the Kingdom Navy in Afron, standing by the sea, the autumn sea breeze was howling, the air was full of the smell of salt, he looked at the potato-like head of Ceren beside him, and finally understood the meaning of the existence of that hairstyle - the so-called hairstyle was impossible to talk about in the face of this raging sea breeze. His head was a mess of a bird's nest in disrepair, drawing laughter from Ceren and several of the young soldiers.

"Mr. Lecter, you need a hat."

Seren said solemnly to Glo.