A short quarter of an hour later, Ian and Harris easily found the "troubled" farmer on the outskirts of the town, a tall, middle-aged man with a big red wine lees nose. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When Harris stepped forward to explain his intentions, the slightly burly man immediately cast a suspicious look.

"You ...... Are you going to take my commission?"

He frowned unconsciously, he thought that a few mercenaries or bounty hunters would come looking for him, but he didn't expect to find a man who looked extremely "girly" and a young man who looked a little immature. This is a joke, the thighs of the two men in front of him are not as thick as his arms.

"But it might be a monster. ”

Don't throw your life into it for money.

"Mr. Bren, thank you very much for your kind reminder, but since we dare to come to you, we are naturally somewhat sure. Harris smiled. As a human spirit, he naturally knew the reason why the other party frowned. There are few capable people in such a town, and most of the evaluation criteria for other people's strength are just whether they are burly and strong, and if you want to say these two, he and Ian can't get along at all.

The farmer of the small town will emphasize the "Warcraft", and it is indeed out of kindness.

The so-called "demonic beasts" in this world generally refer to the beasts that have been corrupted and eroded by the abyssal breath, and no one knows exactly when they began to appear, only that one day they suddenly entered the field of vision of humans out of thin air and became a hidden danger within the empire.

Although this demonized beast still roughly maintains its original appearance as a beast, not as distorted as a demon, compared to ordinary beasts, they are more vicious and hideous, and their body size will be larger, and ordinary soldiers or mercenaries will not dare to provoke this existence easily even if there are seven or eight people.

Of course, for the capable person who is equivalent to the "Dharma Master", that is another matter.

In order to give his employer some confidence in them, Harris held out a finger in front of his eyes and then casually hooked upwards. Suddenly, a weed grew up like crazy under their feet, and in a moment it crossed the heads of the two men, causing the farmer Bren to scream in surprise and take a few steps backwards.

"Yes...... Capable master!"

His mouth stammered a little. Capable people are usually nobles or honorary nobles, and even if such characters become adventurers because of their temporary interest, they often do not come to such rural places, let alone look down on the small commissions on wooden signs. He really didn't think that a mere magical beast would attract a capable person, which made him feel both a little surprised (frightened) and a little hesitant.

It is true that with the strength of a capable person, it is naturally possible to easily deal with Warcraft, but the reward for inviting this master is probably much more expensive than hiring a few mercenaries. Although Bren knew that the presence of demonic beasts lurking nearby would undoubtedly threaten the lives of him and his family, it would be safer to solve this crisis than a mercenary to let a capable person take action. However, after all, he is a "small business", as long as he thinks that he will have to pay some "extra losses", he unconsciously covers his money bag, and feels extremely painful.

What can I do now? It's actually a capable man who wants to take over his commission!

Seeing that Harris was about to turn the conversation to the reward, the farmer's face suddenly turned white. This has to be replaced by an ordinary mercenary or adventurer, he can still rely on himself to be a local to suppress the price, but in front of him is a capable master, and ordinary people like them can't afford to mess with him at all.

What does this mean for him?

This is simply a fight between two small nobles, and a king suddenly came out, led an army of 100,000 to crush one side, and then ran to the other side and said to him: You see I sent a large army to help you settle your opponent, should you give me some compensation, meaning?

How the am I going to pay you to sell myself?

I said, you are such a capable master, what are you doing when you come to such a small place to entertain me?

The little farmer only felt that he was suffering at the moment, and his mouth was even more stammering and almost knotted.

"This ...... Is it paid?" He lowered his head slightly, not daring to let the other party see his face, but secretly glanced at the smiling Harris, and then grinned, and whispered tremblingly, "To ...... If it's a monster, no, no, even if it's not a monster, if you can kill it. No, no, no, as long as you can get rid of it, I'll be, I'll pay you 50...... No, 80 credits!"

Seeing that the sturdy farmer was almost trembling, Ian suddenly squinted his eyes and said to a middle-aged gentleman: I suddenly found that you are very suitable to be a villain.

I can't be blamed for this, it's because he thinks too much......

Harris gave a look back, then smiled more and more happily at the farmer, "Then we'll settle it." ”

"Okay, then...... Huh?" Halfway through his words, Bren was a little stunned.

Is this going to let him go?

He couldn't believe it, although he had raised a certain amount of remuneration, but he was bent on thinking that the other party might raise another part. But the other party agreed so easily. Could it be that he thinks too much about himself, in fact, people are not idle to entertain him at all?

"What's the matter, Mr. Bren?" Harris asked with a smile, knowing what was in his mind.

"No, nothing, nothing!" After a stirring spirit, the farmer suddenly shook his head like a rattle, for fear that the other party would suddenly regret it again: "Then it's decided!"

"What's decided?" Before Harris could answer, a crisp female voice suddenly came from the cottage behind the farmer. When everyone heard the sound, they suddenly found that a beautiful and lovely girl with a little freckles on her face was opening the door of the house and walking out with a curious face.

"Father, who are they?" the girl walked closer, and a gleam flashed in Harris's eyes, who could see more clearly. He didn't expect the farmer to be so burly and rough, but her daughter was so petite and cute.

"Mr. Bren, you really have a beautiful daughter. A middle-aged gentleman couldn't help but express sincere admiration, but he didn't expect that the farmer had already noticed his "suspicious" gaze, and after hearing this "unclear" admiration, he had already raised his heart to his throat.

He pulled his daughter by the hand, and hurriedly covered her back with his body, his face already turning from white to blue.

"Where, it's just an ignorant little girl. ”

After speaking, before Harris could speak, he hurriedly turned around and whispered to the girl behind him.

"Whoever asked you to come out, don't you give me back quickly!"

"I'm not worried about you!" the girl raised her eyebrows, and then muttered quietly, "Who doesn't know that you are big, but you are quite small. (To be continued.) )