PS: There is still only one chapter left today...... Recently, it's been a state of two days and three changes.,Write more tomorrow......

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Instant coldness.

Ford, with a warm smile, stared at Sigma with a defiant smile.

Ford's warm smile stiffened slightly, although it was very vague, but it was accurately captured by Sigma, and the little white face was obviously caught off guard by the necromancer's straight punch, and he didn't expect Sigma to put the matter on the table completely, and he didn't even save face for him at all.

In Sigma's Bear Kid skill tree, the highest point is the skill of "Beat the Reservoir Dogs", how can you let go of such a good opportunity? He sneered, and while the other party was in a stun period, he began to pursue: "What's the matter, Mr. Ford, have you been wearing a hypocritical mask for too long and are not used to my straightforward way of speaking?" I'm sorry, I've always been like this, Mr. Ford, I've seen a lot, they are polite no matter who they face, always smiling, even if there is his father-killing enemy standing in front of them, they will smile and say hello and chat, but behind this fake smile mask, there is a soul that is no different from a normal person or even more distorted, superficially peaceful, secretly stabbing knives, stumbling, no matter how terrible things can be done, betrayal and calculation are commonplace......"

Sigma looked at Ford and smiled softly: "That group of young people who always wear a mask of hypocrisy are called nobles, and it won't be long before they will be active in the circle of power in the empire." They are called the hope of the country's future and are praised by the big guys. When did the definition of aristocracy become equated with that of politicians? The aristocracy should be moody. The aristocracy should know how to advance and retreat gracefully, being slapped in the face by others, you can't blush and have a thick neck, you should smile politely, but in secret, you will be ruthless and retaliate, if you don't do this, you will not be thick enough, and if you don't do this, you will not be a qualified nobleman......"

Promote the spirit of onlookers. The mercenaries who were about to watch a good show were a little confused, and suddenly talked about what the nobles were doing? What does the nobles have to do with us mercenaries?

Sigma ignored the inexplicable look in the eyes next to him and continued, "When." The nobleman who founded the country with the Founding Emperor and was so revered in the oral story of his grandfather in front of the fireplace has become like this? Shouldn't a true aristocrat be like Baron Freman, self-respecting but not proud, both bloody and merciful? Usually be approachable and help everyone in need. You can sit with us and drink and brag and wrestle your wrists, but when the country and the people need him, it is incumbent on him to step on the war horse, whether his armor is rusty or not, whether his body is old or not, and still roar and charge forward forever? ”

Sigma pointed to Baron Freman, who was sitting at the very edge of the podium, and said impassionedly.

The fart was thick, and although Baron Freman had a subtle expression of "what is my business", the old face still involuntarily showed a color. Not only that, but this passage also resonated with the onlookers. Although they were a little confused by Sigma's unclear words just now, they could still understand what Baron Freman said - this old thing who was obviously not young and should hold his grandson was indeed such a guy, obviously a nobleman, but he didn't have any aristocrats, think about it carefully, if the nobles of the empire are like Baron Freman, then this country ...... I guess it's going to be even better.

Ford instinctively sensed that something was wrong and wanted to speak out and get rid of Sigma's rhythm, but after several Sanctuary-level verbal battles, how could the necromancer's skill be idle? Immediately blocked Ford's words, and said sharply: "The aristocracy of this country has begun to have problems, but what is even stricter is that people not only take it for granted, but also take the initiative to imitate them!" One of them is you! Do you think that putting on a smiling face no matter what happens, elegant and calm, can make you superior to others? Doing so will make you more noble and graceful? ”

Sigma slapped the table hard, reinforcing the momentum in his words, "You're a mercenary!" It's still a promising genius who was promoted to silver at a young age and was noticed by the headquarters! What is the difference between the way you look now and those waste idiots who lie on a woman's belly all day long! Mercenaries should love and hate clearly, drink a lot of wine, eat a lot of meat, divide gold and silver in a big scale, like is like, hate is hate, and if you are bullied, you should punch back! How do you think the mercenary guild got its qiē now? The old man who never knew him will entrust you with the ox cart containing almost all the belongings, just because you have a mercenary badge on your body, the mercenaries who go to the western development group to work hard will leave their hometown with confidence, even if they die in battle, they don't have to worry about their wives and children being wronged, just because his hometown has his brothers and friends who are also mercenaries, and now they are discussing how to fight the flood and disaster relief, and the officials of the government and the paladins of the Holy See will also gather here, because no matter what they do, they can't bypass or bypass the mercenary union! Is this qiē something that every mercenary is proud of in exchange for a coercive grandson-like appearance and a hypocritical smirk like yours? ”

After a very imposing speech and a series of long mouth cannons, Sigma exhaled slowly, he flattened down, and said slowly: "No, whether it is the trust of the people, or the trust of the robe, or the respect of the competitors who are also friends and enemies, the mercenary union has obtained every qiē from the beginning of its establishment to the present, it is all exchanged for some precious treasure by ordinary but great mercenaries like all of you......"

"This precious treasure is something you don't have. Mr. Ford, although you have a talent that they can't match, and you have a backer and background that they can't ask for, they have a treasure that you can't have, so it's them, not you, who have created such prestige and inheritance for the Mercenary Guild. Sigma met the curious and expectant gazes of the mercenaries and opened her hands. said indifferently, "Sincerely, although they have nothing." But there is sincerity, and sincerity has been exchanged for the trust of the people's compatriots, in exchange for the trust of the fellow villagers, in exchange for the respect of the opponents, sincerity, this is something that you can never have with a false mask, and it is also the reason why everyone hates you. ”

The necromancer stood under the stage though. But he raised his head, as if looking down at the personable golden boy on the stage, and he did not hide his disdain and disgust. said coldly: "This is the reason why I hate you, and the reason why everyone is rejecting you." No matter how beautiful your words are, no matter how sincere your appearance is, no matter how shiny your smile is. I can't hide your eyes that look up and down. People with these eyes will never sit with us unscrupulously, drink, chat, brag, and brag, you and us, not all the way. ”

The necromancer looked around the audience, and at this time, the eyes of people looking at him were no longer the initial curiosity and strangeness, but full of kindness, appreciation and emotion, so he pretended to be forced lightly. He said indifferently: "Mr. Ford, the mercenaries greeted each other with a handshake." But it's powerful...... You never know. ”

- Of course, I don't know, because I haven't shaken hands with mercenaries at all.

Still, Sigma smiled proudly in her heart - who the cares about such a trivial matter.

Because his mouth cannon has already achieved the desired effect.

Ford didn't know if he was struck - no, according to Eisen's description of him, this seemingly amiable but actually ruthless guy would certainly not be shaken by this little rhetoric, but so what? Sigma's mouth cannon was said to the audience from the beginning, and the effect was good.

Because nothing he said was groundless.

The mercenaries all thought of a lot of practical things from Sigma's words.

They remembered the warm hospitality of the villagers when they went out on a mission, the unpretentious smiles of the people, the Mrs. Boone, who lost her husband but was strong and decided to raise her three children, and the perseverance over the years, both sad and happy, anyway, from the moment they stepped into the union, they decided to make this their life's work, even if they encountered some difficulties, they wanted to grit their teeth and persevere, because they had some inexplicable reasons but always wanted to persevere......

It wasn't until they listened to Sigma's words that they suddenly felt enlightened, and they felt that this strange guy had said all the words in their hearts, that's right, sincerity, we treat this lifelong career with sincerity, and it is we who have laid such a foundation for the guild, not you who looks better than me, has stronger combat power than me, has better talent than me, and has backers and backgrounds! It's just a good fate for a guy like you! Why are you from a better background than me? This strange but reasonable brother said it well, you and we have never been all the same!

After Sigma's clever speech guidance, as well as the effect of their own hatred of the rich, the mercenaries naturally accepted Sigma's malice towards Ford as their own affection, and it can be said that after Sigma's mouth cannon, the necromancer's reputation as a mercenary in Morninglight Town instantly turned into love, while Ford's side plummeted all the way to disgust......

And that's not the end - after a brief silence, there was a sudden crisp applause from the direction of the rostrum.

The Renault paladin was the first to applaud with admiration, and the deputy next to him applauded, and Baron Freman, noticing Sigma's subtle sweep, twitched the corners of his mouth, and began to slap as well.

Oliver applauded.

With Renault Paladin, Baron Freman and Big Brother Oliver, three people with high prestige in the minds of mercenaries taking the lead, in just a few seconds, it was like the most contagious natural plague, and the rainstorm of applause swept the entire hall, Sigma nodded to everyone calmly and thanked everyone, his expression was neither proud nor proud, he picked up the empty wine glass, came to the adjacent table and picked the most pleasing mercenary and said, "Brother, share me a little wine." ”

The mercenary grinned, and suddenly shouted, "Waiter! Grab the best beer! ”

After yelling, he patted Sigma on the shoulder and laughed, "A big cup!" ”

Sigma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, then untied the money bag from his waist and threw it in the direction of the bar, laughing and saying "A big glass per person!" ”

"Where is this money enough?" The mercenary also took out the money bag from his bosom and threw it in the air, and the shiny coins swayed in the air and fell to the ground, clanging into a loud sound, "Everyone fills a big glass!" ”

The companions at the table with him did the same, and also took out the money bag, scattered it in the air, and shouted: "A big cup! ”

Immediately, the mercenaries at the adjacent table were also infected by this atmosphere, and hundreds of coins were waved in the air, which echoed the heroic roar of the mercenaries: "A big cup!" ”

Then, almost everyone joined in the revelry, and the silver and copper coins were constantly thrown into the air, like a rain of coins, and in stark contrast to the crisp sound of the coins falling to the ground, it was the mercenaries who shouted and cheered loudly, which almost became the most lively feast, and the people ignored the big men on the rostrum, and the waiters directly took out the barrels one by one, and poured the wooden cups with golden liquor, and everyone cheered, hugged, screamed, and danced with the movements of a person.

Sigma held up the frothy beer in her hand and yelled, "A big glass!" ”

Countless hands held wine glasses high, and countless responses were connected in a row, almost lifting the roof: "A big glass!" ”

Sigma shouted again, "Sincerely! ”

The mercenaries responded in unison: "Sincerely! ”

The necromancer took a deep breath, looked at the people around him who were waiting for his next sentence, suddenly blinked, and roared, "Fuck it!" ”

The mercenaries were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter at the same time, and roared together: "Fuck it!" ”

Screaming wildly, the mercenaries' wine glasses collided with each other, splashing golden liquor, pure white foam dancing in the wind, Sigma grunted and poured cool beer, listening to the happy shouts in his ears, and glanced at Ford standing on the rostrum with the rest of his eyes, now he is a spectator, no one cares about his situation, no one pays attention to his mood, his face is exposed, thinking of this, the comfort in the bear child's heart suddenly triples - use Atlas's backer background to press him down? Use the fame of the Washington family to force him to back down? Use your own strength, or simply use the holy sword to crush him and put him down and step on his feet? Listening to this boiling cheer, listening to this roaring shout, is there a more hearty slap in the face than this!?

Thinking of this, Sigma suddenly had a clear idea, hooked up with the mercenaries next to him, and laughed heartily.

Athena also drank the full beer in her glass, and looked at Sigma, the love in her eyes that even a blind man could see.

Gilly also drank the beer in the glass, she looked at the person in the crowd, this guy who usually had no discipline seemed to be born to stand there, like a real leader, he laughed and screamed like a child, but his every move could involuntarily tug at everyone's heartstrings.

What an amazing guy...... The paladin stared at the necromancer and smiled.

Is Sigma pretending to be now, or is she showing her true feelings?

She seemed to already know the answer.

- After all, it's a dead tsundere. (To be continued......)

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