Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the subject he was talking about and sighed, apparently acquiescing, and Pilgin laughed heartily again. "Unfortunately, another unfortunate thing has happened, and that is you, 'Teacher', because your 'little friends' who are only worthy of squeaking in the gutter are sneaking after me, so you blindly believe that I am just going too fast for a while, and you do not accept the offer of 'Dr. Juniper' to turn around and go back immediately - although I don't think you will be able to escape in that case, but it will obviously give this chance a pitiful few percentage points higher.

"So when your squeaky 'little friend' finds out it's not me, it's too late......"

When he calmed down with satisfaction, stabilized the lantern in his hand, and raised it slightly to illuminate the expressions of the two rookies, the scene in front of him did not meet his imagination, no, not so much inconsistent as very different: the two people looked at each other head-on, the "teacher" was entangled and helpless mixed with a little dissatisfaction, and the "juniper nut" made himself smile as softly as possible in embarrassment:

"Uh...... But, teacher, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to......" he whispered.

"I know, I know. But do you think I can just act like it didn't happen? This is called myopia, how do I see the road? The object to whom he spoke was equally whispering.

When Pilkin stopped talking, the whispered conversation was especially clear in the low-pitched basement. Something was out of his control, and the feeling made Pilkin frown deeply, and the anger that had been calmed down suddenly "soared" again.

"You guys! Two! Pilkin took a deep breath and snapped. The two newcomers who fell into the trap seemed to remember their situation at this time, and they all shook their heads and turned around. This was the attitude they should have—Pilkin's inner irritability calmed it down a little. "Tell me, what are you guys doing?!"

"That...... I'm sorry, class leader, you have to understand our ......" "Teacher" said cautiously, "Because the human brain is unable to maintain tension for a long time, once the intensity and duration exceed the safe range, it will stop the secretion of corresponding hormones, and release a large number of relaxing hormones, which is why the closer to the deadline of the exam or work, the more people tend to be half-hearted, engaged in all kinds of entertainment and pastime, and their attention cannot be focused on business, so in fact, it is not that we are intentionally offended, It's all due to the self-preservation of the human brain. ”

Pilkin listened to him, and at first he didn't even quite understand what the one was saying. Noticing this short-term change and the stunned eyes that seemed to be rippling in a whirlpool, although he didn't know anything about this knowledge, Jin Shaolan himself was about to be inclined to believe that the explanation of the "teacher" was true, otherwise, why could he still believe in the horse's mind in this situation, and wondered if Pilgin was churning all kinds of philosophical questions in his mind at the moment, such as "Who am I, where am I?" and "Is this thing reasoning with me"? …… It wasn't until Finley had finished saying that the two of them looked at Pilgin together like a full-time boarding school boy who had been trained by his teacher to tremble like two quails. The latter, as expected, became furious after a brief lull.

"You're fooling me?!!"

The furious rebuke shook the dust of the roof again, and Pilkin looked twisted and roared loudly. The two people who were yelled at by him immediately shook their heads in unison, indicating that they were very honest and honest.

…… To tell the truth, if they continue to reason with Pilguin for a long time, the latter is afraid that it will not be even more popular, well, at least the extent of this "more" word is limited.

Seeing Pilkin's face grow pale, the two unfortunate would-be victims waited in horror for the next roar—or, perhaps, something else—for example, the next moment several brilliant magical missiles whizzing in, bringing hurt, pain, and, of course, death.

"Fortunately", the gloomy light under Pilkin's eyes shone for a while, and his face, which could not be fully illuminated by the light of the lantern, also changed in the dim with a twist and ferocity, but in the end, his expression gradually calmed down in the direction of indistinguishable clouds.

"Hmph, hum, hahaha-"

At last, Pilkin let out a sinister but not high-pitched laugh, the laughter and the echo that stirred up in the cellar lasted for a long time.

"You, you, you're fooling me, yes," he said with a somber grin, a little smug in his voice, "you're trying to provoke me—

"That's right, that's what you're thinking about. Alas, it's true, but the person who can cut into the quest branch of Karazhin, the law system, as a charismatic specialty contractor, is it someone who can be underestimated casually? The fact that you have been able to come to this secret pagoda of the Archmage speaks to this, 'Teacher', you were trying to hint at me just now - but could it be that the people who can do this are two 'male PR' who eat on handsome faces and sweet talk? Obviously not, it is not your charisma that you rely on, but your mind. ”

He asserted aloud, pacing his feet up and down the not-so-spacious basement.

"But it's a pity that relying on your mind makes you think that everything is what you see it is, and the sense of superiority that intelligence brings to you makes you always think you're smart, for example, this foolish act that you just tried to provoke me, or for example, you always take it for granted that it is a good mind that brings you gains, if not, it must be due to other objective reasons, and you never think that the correct answer is among other specialties that you don't value because of your intelligence, such as charm.

"Hammhahaha!"

His vicious gaze swept over Finley and Jin Shaolan alternately, and the frustration he found on their faces made Pilgin feel transparent and refreshing with every breath he breathed, and in the spontaneous heartiness, the deep inhalation of the stuffy air under the cellar became a pleasure that made every alveolar relax:

"For example, you really think that Lavion values you so much because I'm talking for you, hahahaha!

"Smart people always think too much about it. How is that possible, even if my good teacher will be moved by me, do you think that space will allow the contractor to take advantage of this loophole? I have to say you're thinking too much!

"It's wrong, it's all wrong, it's ridiculous, my words are nothing more than to make Lavion realize your value earlier."

"We ...... ...... value? Jin Shaolan's throat was dry, and she asked slightly hoarsely, although it looked more like a subconscious question in a panic. Pilgin became more and more proud, and the bewilderment of the charismatic contractor himself made him more radiant:

"Haven't you ever thought that even though I claim that anyone can see a ghost can do the job, this task has never been investigated by you before? Hahaha, you don't think that the old and young in the village are really like NPCs in the game and provide the same information to anyone they talk to, right? ”

"If you want to gain their recognition and even trust, whether it is intellectual or spiritual expertise, you have to communicate many times, and once you make a mistake, it will lead to the destruction of the relationship that you have been hard to pull in, but the charismatic elder, you almost ask the truth of those necromantic souls in the first conversation!"

Like a stunned Pilkin, Jin Shaolan listened to the apprentice leader's talk in a daze and incredulity as if he didn't understand the language he used:

"Do you still think that I take special care of my juniors? Then I have to thank you for this nice joke, 'Juniper Berry', 'Teacher', you got the extra reward because your investigation report is so good! Didn't you find out for yourselves? Every one of those villagers loves you very much! ”