Norman didn't know much about the power of mages, but he knew the power of ordinary people.

For ordinary people like Norman, body size and muscles basically represent all the strength of a person, and in this regard, Norman is not afraid of any of the three sheriffs, and even if they go together, he is not without confidence in victory.

But they also have sharp swords.

Norman had no professional combat training, and his fighting skills were not even comparable to those of the village farmer, and the only advantage was his size, muscles, fighting experience, and will to fight, but these weapons were useless against such sharp weapons.

The human body obviously can't stop the sharp blade of the sword, even if he has such a "weapon" as the iron head of the rake, but compared to the sword, this thing is too short, I am afraid that it will not be able to poke them at all, and his body has been pierced with several holes.

What's more, there is also a powerful mage on the sidelines......

It was a completely winnable battle, but Norman wasn't going to rest on his laurels because he didn't know how to spell the word "surrender"!) (in fact, the illiterate didn't know how to spell the word "surrender"). ）

So Norman's eyes were already fierce to the extreme, and his expression was unusually calm.

He instinctively adjusted himself to the peak of his fighting state.

Norman's hand twitched, and he was about to pull the iron head of the plow rake out of the package, and the red and white stripe standing beside Mr. Franklin could see it most clearly, and he subconsciously pressed his waist, squatted slightly, and pulled out a little with the sword in his right hand, so that he could wait for the sword to be drawn.

Idiots can see that someone will be splashed with blood on the spot in the next moment, but an abrupt voice sounded at this time.

"Stop!"

The rapid and high-pitched shout drew everyone's attention, and all four people's eyes fell on the man who made the voice, Mr. Franklin.

After the thin gentleman with triangular eyes shouted "Stop", he saw that everyone looked at him and laughed.

This gloomy gentleman is not sunny even when he laughs, but this is a smile after all, and it eases the solemn atmosphere of the scene a lot in an instant.

"Gentlemen, I think there was some misunderstanding between us, I just came to this ......"

Franklin looked at Norman, who was old in temperament but still a little childish, and after a moment's consideration, decided to call him "sir".

“...... I'm just here to ask this 'gentleman' a few questions, there's no need to make the atmosphere the way it is. Why don't we both put away our weapons and have a friendly conversation?"

As the person who is recognized as the most powerful man on the scene, Franklin's words still carry a lot of weight.

After he finished speaking, the three red and white stripes saw that Mr. Mage had said so, and they all took back the sword pointed at Norman in their hands, and the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, but it was not put into the scabbard, obviously still a little afraid of Norman.

And Norman also relaxed a little after seeing the gestures of the red and white stripes, his eyes were not so sharp, and his hand slowly took out of the package, but did not bring out his "weapon".

If he can do it, of course, if he doesn't do it, he is not a person who has to find death when he is full, and of course he must live if he can live well. It's just that Norman's back is still close to the wall, and like the red and white bars, he can fight at any time, and a pair of eyes are roaming back and forth on the faces of the people in front of him, carefully observing their movements, for fear that they will attack suddenly.

"Good,"

Seeing that several people at the scene were restrained, Franklin nodded with satisfaction, looked at Norman and asked, "Now I have a few questions for you, and I hope you can answer me honestly." If your answer satisfies me, I guarantee you can leave safely. ”

Man is a sword, I am a fish, although Norman does not know this sentence, but it does not prevent him from understanding his own situation. At such a moment, he can obviously only obediently follow Franklin's rhythm.

"Good. ”

After Norman answered, Franklin asked him the first question: "Are you the 'boss' who had 'close contact' with my students Bernie, Baker, and Pino?"

Franklin doesn't seem to know Norman's specific name, only his code name that is circulated among the students.

Franklin was able to find it, and in Norman's opinion, it was Bernie who sold him, so there was nothing to deny about this, and simply replied, "Yes." ”

Franklin asked a second question: "Bernie, you helped make all the old words and phrases of Bernie?"

Norman confessed again, "Yes." ”

Norman noticed that after receiving his affirmative answer, Franklin gave him a solemn look several times, then paused for a few breaths, as if in thought, before asking a third question.

"How old are you?"

If the first two questions are normal and in line with the attitude of a teacher who comes to the door to ask for sin, then this question is so strange and out-of-the-box that Norman was stunned for a moment, but his mouth subconsciously answered: "18." ”

This caused Franklin to stare at his face several more times before finally asking a fourth question.

"You've never learned an old saying before, and by 'before' I mean a year ago and more. ”

Norman replied in the affirmative, "No." ”

As soon as this answer came out, Franklin locked on to him and stared into his eyes for a long time. So the two of them stared at each other in the alley, you look at me and I look at you, and there seems to be an electric current in the air......

To be honest, Norman thought the atmosphere was too strange, but he didn't want to look away first, as if he was afraid of Franklin, and there might still be a fight between them later. If he loses in the pre-war confrontation, then if he really fights later, it will affect his morale.

So Norman also glared at Franklin and didn't give in, but unexpectedly Franklin suddenly spoke.

It's just that this time he didn't speak the lingua franca, but the ancient language.

"Who are you?"

Norman's attention was all on the eyes, and he was really caught off guard by Franklin's surprise attack, and subconsciously replied, "Norman." ”

"Where are you from?"

“？？？”

Norman didn't quite understand this sentence, and there were many old words in a sentence that he had not learned, so he could only look at Franklin with puzzled eyes.

"How old are you?"

This Norman understood again, because Franklin asked in the old language, and he subconsciously answered in the old language.

"Seven inches. ”

This was the first time an old phrase had popped out of Norman's mouth, and after hearing Norman's answer, Franklin was stunned for a moment: partly because Norman's pronunciation was far more pure than he expected, and partly because Norman's answer was strange.

But in a few moments, he suddenly understood what Norman's answer meant.

“...... How old are you?"

Franklin asked again with black lines on his head, subconsciously glancing at Norman's lower body.

And Norman replied in the old language.

"Eighteen. ”

"Give me your parcel, and I'll give you ten gold tarans. ”

“？？？”

There are a lot of old sayings that Norman doesn't understand......

The two of them had an ancient conversation without a word, and they couldn't understand half a word of the three red and white strips, so they could only stand aside as stupidly as the two stunned. At the entrance of the alley, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and as the sound got closer and closer, the three little imps soon ran behind Franklin.

"Old ......"

This is Bernie's voice.

As the former boss, he is still very responsible, so he pleaded with Mr. Franklin and took on this kind of thing, but he died halfway without even shouting a full title after brewing for a long time.

“...... Division?"

Bernie looked at the scene in front of him, confused.

The imaginary scene of the tragic brawl did not happen, the swords of the red and white stripes were in their respective hands, there were no holes in Norman's body, and there was no trace of a fight at the scene, as for Bernie, there was blood all over the place they imagined...... Hehe, that's imagination.

Mr. Franklin was chatting with Norman in the air, and the two of them looked calm, and the atmosphere was peaceful and happy......

What's going on?!

10,000 question marks in Bernie's heart.