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The tailor shop owner shouted hysterically, "Joseph, what are you doing here?"

Joseph smiled slightly, "We can't let more people be hurt. With that, he glared angrily at the Rommah: "My son is here, if you want to take him, kill me first!"

The miscellaneous soldier sneered: "You think I don't dare?"

Dark's heart tightened, and he waved his hand: "You are not an opponent, step back!"

The carpenter took a defensive posture with one foot in front and one foot behind, holding the baby in one hand and clenching his fist in the other.

George shouted in the team chat: "Don't act rashly, this guy is very strong!"

Royce was eager to try: "How strong?"

"We wiped out the group. ”

"Damn, is there any heavenly reason?"

Isabella snorted and said, "Father of the Holy Son, how can you challenge it?"

"What?" exclaimed Duck and Royce together, "who?"

"At first glance they are two ungodly fellows, and although their portraits do not appear as many times as the image of the Virgin, there is one in every church! Joseph of Rathler, the father of the Son Clemos, a carpenter, was an upright man. He once wanted to get rid of his fiancée Maria's unmarried pregnancy, but later the God of Light sent an angel to tell him that the fetus in Maria's womb was conceived by God, and he turned his anger into joy, and later played a vital role in the growth of the Holy Son. ”

Duck said: "I have found a treasure! However, what should I do in this situation?"

Royce sighed: "Dude, you got away with it just now, and now I want to beat you up when I look at you like that." ”

"What should I do?"

"You're the leader, you have the final say. ”

"Don't save when you die. ”

Duck cursed stupidly, closed the team chat, first crossed his hands on his hips and laughed a few times, and then pointed to Joseph's nose and said, "That carpenter, it seems that you are very good at fighting, but even if you can fight again, what can you do?"

As he spoke, he triumphantly drew a large circle with his hand, including all the Jurians: "Today, if there is only one Roman who sheds blood, there will be ten, a hundred Julians. You know what it means to be 'the Romans don't die'?"

Riley lamented in the team chat: "Brother, you are running farther and farther on the road to death. “

Joseph's face was full of anger, but he knew that what this hateful Roman man said was the truth.

If you run away now, you will definitely not be able to escape, and if you fight, countless Julias will be swept into it—with the brutal character of the Romans, you may be able to slaughter the city!

But what about my son? As a father, am I going to sacrifice my son to these beastly conquerors?

Never!

He hugged his infant son tightly, tears falling silently.

"Son, Daddy is incompetent and can't protect you, forgive me! Wait for Daddy in the same place, Daddy will take you, take you to the Promised Land!"

"Oh no!" George yelled during the team chat, "this guy is a guy who would rather die than give in!

With a loud roar, Joseph lifted the infant infant high with one arm.

The sleeping baby was frightened and began to cry.

Isabella lost color for a moment: "He's going to fall to his death!

Duck was sweating profusely for a moment, and this time the real girl was gone! The surrounding Julia had turned into a powder keg, and once the baby was thrown to death, he didn't need Joseph to do anything, and his team would be torn apart by the angry Jurians!

"Stop him!"

At this moment, Dark's voice was like a wolf howl.

The miscellaneous soldier armor had long been on guard against Joseph's every move, and Duck gave an order, drew his javelin behind his back, and threw it at Joseph.

Joseph sneered, pinched the javelin, his arm was useless, relying on the grip alone, and with a slight pinch, the tough javelin was like an insignificant dead branch, which was pinched off with a click.

Three spears stabbed at Joseph at the same time, and Joseph roared, stomped his foot, and with a loud bang, an invisible shock wave seemed to suddenly fall down on a thick wall, and smashed the three spears together!

"Listen, you guys," Joseph said word for word, "my son, here, the last one, a two-year-old baby." I will do as you wish, and from now on, here, again!"

As he spoke, Joseph roared like a frenzy, and raised his swaddling clothes above his head with both hands!

The baby cried even louder.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of soft applause in the team of the Roma people.

This applause burned Joseph's eyes red at once, he stopped, and his angry gaze fell on the place where the applause rang out, he wanted to keep the appearance of this bastard firmly in his heart, as soon as his son died, the next step was to tear this guy into pieces!

George clapped unhurriedly as he walked forward.

"George, come back!" Riley exclaimed eagerly during the team chat, "You're only level three!

"Come back, come back!" Royce said in the same hurry, "what are you doing!"

"Wipe your butts, of course. George said without hurry, closing the chat, and walked all the way to Joseph.

Joseph looked coldly at the ruthless black-robed military judge in front of him, who was the same just now, and cut down the Romans without mercy. Now you're going to be kind to yourself?

However, this guy's strength is too poor, you can kill him with a little finger movement, see what he says!

George took off his helmet, put it firmly on the ground, pointed to the baby who was held in the air, and said, "Your son, pee." ”

"Huh?" Joseph was stunned for a moment, and said to himself, is it stupid that this guy actually cares about this? However, when he looked closely, there were wisps of transparent liquid flowing down his arm, and the little guy really urinated!

"Beautiful!" the fallen miscellaneous soldier praised him, "He is worthy of being the boss's most trusted military judge, and he has successfully distracted this guy! You see, the next moment, it is the moment when the fascists behind the military judge will bloom with the majesty of Rome!

However, instead of taking out the fascists to cut Joseph, George continued: "How about changing a diaper for your son, so that his little life can feel the tenderness of his father for the last time?"

"You bastard!"

"I have this power. Hidden here, there must be a diaper, now, go and change. ”

"Uh......" Joseph really didn't know how to do it in the face of such a situation, but he felt that it was foolish for the enemy to stand in front of him, holding his hands high and revealing the empty door, so he lowered his arms with some embarrassment.

When George walked up, everyone was sweating, including the Julians, who were worried that the angry Joseph would kill the military judge and that the Romans would inevitably slaughter the city, and on the other hand, they were worried that the military judge was talking nonsense and that there would really be a scene of the child's blood splattered five steps. Now Joseph put his hand down, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

George looked at Joseph with a smile: "Why don't you go, your son is still crying." ”

"Uh, this ......"

"Understood, all these jobs are done by my mother, right?"

Joseph was a little embarrassed: "Well, so what?"

George smiled and shook his head, stepped forward, and patted him on the shoulder: "I'll teach you." Just go. Give me the baby. ”

Joseph's gaze, which had just softened, became fierce again.

Unhurriedly, George raised his right hand to the sky: "I, George the Roman, swear in the name of Mars, the god of war, that all the Romans will never harm Joseph's son when he takes a diaper." ”

Hearing that a Roman warrior associated his belief in the supreme god of war with diapers, Joseph's facial muscles twitched a few times, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't laugh, coughed twice, and reluctantly said, "That, okay." ”

As soon as George picked up the child, Joseph's eyes lit up: this young Judge Roma was so skillful in holding the child, and when the little guy who was crying just now came to him, although he was still crying, his angry calf movements were much softer.

Besides, he doesn't seem to want to make trouble to the point of chickens and eggs!

The son may still be saved!

A thought crept through his mind, and Joseph's breathing became rapid, and he hurried into the house to get a diaper.

When he came out, he couldn't believe his eyes.

The wet swaddling clothes had been opened, and George had already removed the soft liner of his helmet and dried his son's body. The little guy was lying on his bare legs, giggling in George's arms, and playfully playing with George's fascist with his little hands—the tomahawk, which symbolized the power of life and death, and which might cut the delicate fingers of the baby, had already been pulled out by George and thrown on the ground.

George knelt on one knee, holding the baby firmly on his knees with one hand, and teasing the baby with the fascist who had drawn his tomahawk in the other, completely ignoring the eyes of the people around him, with a gentle and kind smile on his face, as if he was the father of the baby.

The people around were silent, whether it was the Roman people who were still menacing, or the grief-stricken Julians.

Seeing Joseph coming, George was slightly dissatisfied: "Why is it so slow? ”

Joseph reluctantly handed over the diaper, and George changed it by dividing it by two, and carefully handed the baby to Joseph: "Hold it, so that one hand will support his little buttocks...... You can't leave all the work to your wife! You can quit it, but you have to do it, you have to do it!"

Joseph, who was still majestic just now, nodded honestly this time, looking like a stupid father listening to the parenting scriptures of the old-timers.

In the silence, the dull eyes of the miscellaneous soldier armor were stunned twice, and finally he couldn't help but speak: "Lord Judge, the cowman!"

By the time the clumsy Joseph finally held his son comfortably in his arms, Joseph was already sweating profusely, too tired, and would be reprimanded mercilessly by George for the slightest wrong move. Listening to his son's thin snoring, Joseph let out a sigh of satisfaction.

The son's small life, it seems, has been saved! Then the Romans, who refuse to give up, will surely demand compensation. I, Joseph, can finally do something to help everyone!

Thinking of this, he said aloud: "Needless to say, I know what you want, it's nothing more than my life!

"Smack!"

Before he finished a sentence, George suddenly slapped him in the mouth!

"You liar, be ready to be punished!"