A few days after Baron Theresa and Head of Worcester left, just as the people at the Green Leaf Office were busy with the launch of the new product, an unusual person came to the office and asked to see Duchamp.

I saw that he was dressed in armor, carrying a long sword, covered in dust, and full of murderous aura, which was incompatible with the street atmosphere of this industrial city, and provoked the police on the street to constantly watch vigilantly, lest terrorists infiltrate.

When Duchamp saw this person, he hurriedly greeted him with enthusiasm. This is the leader of the hunters who ran to blackmail him, the young leader of the Polaris Hunting Regiment, Goethe Worcester. When he saw Duchamp, he said, "My father asked me to come to you and be your bodyguard." ”

Duchamp couldn't cry or laugh, spread his hands and said: "I'm an ordinary person, what kind of bodyguard do I want." ”

"Then I'll be an errand for you."

"Seriously! Why? Duchamp didn't know what to do.

Goethe stared at Duchamp's eyes and said word by word: "My father said that to survive in this world, it is not enough to kill people, let me follow you and learn some survival skills." ”

Emma, who was about to serve tea, heard it and trembled with fright, and the cups in the tea tray trembled so much that she couldn't take out a teacup for a long time.

Duchamp read a lot of additional information from this tone, and also understood the mind of the powerful uncle. He said in a long voice: "Since, your father, you have to stuff you to me, I have no choice but to reluctantly take you in." ”

Goethe listened, without saying a word, his figure swished, flashed behind Duchamp, and startled Duchamp: "Why did you suddenly run behind me?" ”

"Bodyguards usually stand in this position."

Duchamp couldn't cry and laughed: "I'm in my own house now, and there is no danger, not to mention that Captain Fried doesn't mean that, you go and change into civilian clothes before you come down." ”

"That's what I'm wearing."

Only then did Duchamp realize that the young head did not even have a package on him. He had no choice but to take Goethe up to the third floor, vacate the remaining room, set Goethe in place, and instructed Emma to help buy a change of clothes for emergencies. I thought to myself: "The head of the hunter is really buttoned, even so ruthless to his own son." ”

Goethe was in the room, and he also silently summed up: "It's really not right to be angry with the old man, I didn't even bring a single meter, and I don't know if I will be paid here." I scared the little beauties downstairs just now, and I made a mistake. ”

Due to the increasing urgency of the firm's business and the continuous addition of imports, this three-story single-family house is now crowded and difficult to turn around. The second floor has also become an office area, and with Goethe's arrival, Duchamp now has all office accommodation in one room, and he silently thinks in his heart that he must buy a new house when he makes money.

Early in the morning, Duchamp was still dreaming of Zhou Gong, when he heard the sound of "drinking ha" outside the window, and stretched out his head to see that the young head of the regiment was in the snow, exercising his upper body, completely ignoring the street outside the bushes, whether he would be suspected of immorality if he did this.

"Tsk, this is pure lust to lure an ignorant girl passing by." Duchamp shook his head, retracted his head, and silently waited for the sound of Goode getting up.

After a while, there was movement in Goode's room, and a few minutes later, Goode went downstairs with two dumbbells. Duchamp stuck his head out again, waiting to see the excitement.

Downstairs, Goode didn't expect that there were already people in the place where he usually exercises, so he smiled kindly at Goethe and went to the side to exercise.

Goethe looked at Gude haughtily and said, "Otherwise, let's practice." ”

Goode said honestly, "Okay." ”

When Duchamp saw it, he knew that it was going to be bad, but Goode didn't know that the level of the person in front of him was exactly twice that of him. Goode's little pot friend is only level 34, Goethe is 68, and he has already broken through the wall and entered the ranks of masters.

Goethe patiently waited for Goode to attack twice, then rushed forward, raised his hand, elbowed his side, and Goethe flew out, stabbed and fell on the bushes, crushing many flowers and plants.

Goethe withdrew his hand and glanced at Goode condescendingly, which everyone on earth understood: "You, too weak." ”

Bang bang, Duchamp's applause came from upstairs.

Today, in order to spice up the atmosphere, it is Duchamp's own breakfast. Goode took a slice of bread and ate it haphazardly, with mixed feelings. Goethe took the bread, dipped it in a sauce at random, and ate it without knowing the taste.

Duchamp saw this embarrassing atmosphere, and suddenly had a plan, and said to Goethe: "I have been in the city recently, and there is nothing to protect, so you can teach Gude to practice martial arts, two hours a day, be careful not to hurt your hands, Gude will take the exam in January." ”

Goethe didn't expect such an errand and was stunned. Goode took another slice of bread and bit down hard.

Duchamp arranged the fierce man in the same room, and happily went to the factory to inspect and see the samples that had just come off the production line.

When passing by the store, he bought Goethe two decent clothes. Poor baby, she doesn't even have a coat. It also occurred to me silently that the chief of the huntsmen had sent his son out to see the world, which was a good start. Thinking of the many good things he had done recently, he hummed happily as he walked.

In the courtyard of the guide office, the brothers who had finished breakfast practiced again. Goethe once again blocked Goode's attack and said coldly to Goode: "Your fist is as soft as a girl, only in its form, not in its meaning." The knife is waved out just to kill, and a fist like you, which has no killing intent, must have never killed anyone. ”

Goode said weakly: "But I have killed a lot of demonic beasts, and there are also level 5 demonic beasts. ”

Goethe shouted and said, "Can a spell that can only kill monsters, but not kill, still be called a spell, and the butcher in the butcher shop can also do it." Only ruthless, seeing that there is a knife but no one, treating people like mustard, whether you are a woman or a child or a warrior, a knife goes down, and the head falls to the ground, and there is no return. After that, he shouted: "One slash." I could only hear the sound of gold and stones, and the head of a stone horse sculpture used for decoration in the courtyard fell to the ground.

Hearing only a scream, Emma, who had just come to work, happened to witness Goethe's "fall to the ground with a knife", screaming and running away.

Goode looked at the stone horse's head in the courtyard that had been cut off with a knife, and fell into shock, unable to wake up for a long time.

Goethe looked at Emma running away like a rabbit, and his murderous aura suddenly fell to the ground, and he thought with regret that he had been misunderstood by the beautiful woman again.

The reason why he ran away from Pvennis this time was very naïve, because after the head of the regiment Fried returned from Ruray, he inevitably praised Duchamp a few words, and belittled his son by the way, and the father and son quarreled as usual.

However, Fried spoke quite seriously this time, and the old man did not know that there was something wrong with the tendon, and even pessimistically asserted that it would be difficult for his son to inherit his long-cherished wish to restore the glory of his homeland, and even doubted whether Goethe remembered the pain and mother's trouble.

These words stabbed Goethe's hornet's nest, and the two immediately turned from a dispute between the corners of their mouths to a real fist fight. In the end, the young commander, who failed in the fist fight (this is a matter of course, there is a third-order level difference and a realm difference), bravely jumped into the pit that his father dug for himself, and without even packing up a piece of clothing or a single meter, he went out in a rage and walked to Lu Lei to complete his father's so-called 'test', and all he thought was, 'As soon as we met, I would kill that kid with one punch'.

Of course, with this journey of hundreds of miles, before he had gone halfway, he had already thought that this was his father's plan, and even when he saw Duchamp, his tone of voice changed.

However, in his heart, the glorious mission set by the young head of the regiment for himself was to take the scriptures from Duchamp that would reinvigorate Norsampuria, and then let this kid die!

"Forget what Northumboria said, the old man is really, such words can be said." He secretly complained in his heart, and poured all his anger on Gude, who worked hard to learn art.