Suddenly, Glerinth, who was a keen observer, caught a glimpse of the old man making a covert gesture......

Before he had time to think, he yelled directly at Joan and Alister

"Stand back!"

Then a man rushed up......

Considering that the enemy he might face was a large number of natives, Glerint had actually put a layer of hard rhinoceros leather armor under his clothes before he came.

This doesn't protect against bullet penetration, but it's okay to prevent the slashing of these tools with less strength.

That is, MI9 is not equipped with all-metal armor, otherwise he would definitely prepare one.

There was no intention of killing, and after Glerint rushed in, he deliberately collected a lot of strength. However, with the physical fitness of his "enhanced version of the barbarian", even if he collects some strength, he will often be able to make someone lose his combat effectiveness after a single blow.

These farming tools may have been used for a long time, and most of them are dull.

Some are even just a stick.

So Glerint just needs to be careful to avoid the attack to the head, and then he can let go of the attack.

After an accident, the slit in the leather armor on his right shoulder was slashed by the enemy, and Grelynt almost went straight away, completely letting go of his strength......

Fortunately, reason stopped him.

In less than ten minutes, the entrance to the "Lakeside Manor" was full of indigenous ......

Glerint silently used an injury diversion to weaken the injury in his right shoulder, and then transferred it to his left forearm.

This is because there is usually less force on the left arm.

With a long breath, he commanded to Alister without emotion:

"Tie them all up."

Joan, who was next to her, was immersed in the aesthetics of violence that Glerint had just shown......

Since he didn't have ropes with him, Alister had to cut a few of his natives' coats to use as ropes.

After a few moments, Joan reacted as well and began to assist Alister in tying up.

In fact, tying them up is just to avoid trouble.

Gleilynt was completely confident, and even if he had another fight, the outcome would not change in any way. After all, the battle of ordinary people with a melee bias against ordinary people is completely crushing. Moreover, among the people on the ground, there were a few Glerint who confiscated their hands, and they were broken by him, and they were not threatening.

Ignoring Alister and Joan's aborigines, Gleilynt went straight to the inside of the manor.

As he advanced, several half-grown children and more than a dozen women came to the manor. They all looked at Glerint with fear and hatred, eager to attack.

For these opponents with lower force values, Gleilynt didn't even have the intention of making a move.

He only inspired the "majesty" again, and said in a deep voice:

"Now, I think you're probably willing to talk to me about the 'reasoning.'"

Most of the natives who had woken up at the entrance of the manor also heard this.

Looking at Glerint's devilish cold demeanor, accompanied by his emotionless voice, the inside and outside of the manor fell into a temporary silence.

After a few moments, Gleilynt, who had not received an answer, was slightly embarrassed.

…………

Until Joan finished tying up the last native.

"Why don't you just use '2-29' to ask."

When Morgan introduced "2-29" to Glerint that day, she heard the details of the seal nearby.

Nodding silently, Glerint took the illusory black "Nightmare Pupil" from Joan's hand.

"Alister, carry him to the house."

He pointed to the wizened old man who seemed to be talking here.

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At this moment, inside the manor, surrounded by those women and children, blocking the view, a young man about the same age as Glerint came out.

"No, please don't hurt Uncle Brisse."

"I'll go with you!"

He has short fluffy tan hair, soft facial features, a bit of resolute eyebrows, and a fairly straight nose. He is not tall, at first glance, he is less than 1.7 meters, and he is wearing a simple and clean cheap formal suit.

He has a distinctly rune face.

The most interesting thing is that he holds a reddish-brown spruce wood violin in his hand.

According to Glerint, this wood is produced in Fenerport, and the best quality of this wood is spruce wood cut from the sacred mountain of Fenerport, known as one pound of spruce and ten pounds of gold. This wood is one of the most suitable for making violins.

Of course, Glerint, who had a wealth of knowledge, could judge that what this young man had in his hand was just an ordinary Fenerport spruce violin, not the kind from the Holy Mountain.

"Who are you?"

Glerint didn't feel any threat from him, so he asked with some ease.

"I, my name is Maureen, Maureen Warner."

He paused slightly, as if struggling with how to explain his identity.

"I'm a violinist."

"Well, or I can tell you like this, I'm a musician from County Dipsy."

To the pride that could not be concealed in the young man's words, Glerint replied with a sense of amusement:

"But we're looking for the rebels."

"'Rebels'! Do you understand? ”

"Among the East Bailang natives, those who fought with your fellow Rune of the same country and race."

"Now is not the time to talk to you about 'elegant' music."

He bites the word "elegant" very hard, and his tone is unabashedly ridiculous and joking.

This made the young man on the opposite side blush:

"I'm the one they're hiding, and there's no other 'rebels' here."

He also deliberately pronounced the word "Resistance" heavily.

Glerint was a little surprised, what were these natives hiding such a rune violinist for? Isn't this "Maureen Warner" really a member of the Resistance?

What is this?

There are no classes that betray interests, but there are individuals who betray the class?

After a few seconds of silence, Gleilynt put the illusory "2-29" into his eyes and said to the old man "Brisse":

"I think you should be able to tell me what you're hiding by now."

"Otherwise, I'll hand you all over as military merits."

"Mind you, this includes your women and children."

As he said these words, he continued to inspire the majesty of the Ring of Command.

Brisse looked up, looked around at his fellow people who were staring at him, sighed, and then glanced apologetically at Maureen Warner.

"Yes, sir."

He said.

"There are no rebels here, my lord, and we have never had the guts to deceive you."

"Of course, we've never served those rebels."

"As you can see, this kid, Maureen Warner. He's a pure-blooded rune nobleman, isn't he? ”

"Nobility" here means that as long as people of Rune blood are of ruan blood, they are all superior "nobles" in the eyes of the aborigines.

Under the gaze of "2-29", Glerint judged that the other party was not lying.

So he didn't interrupt Brise's narration.

"What I said to this noble lady is true."

He said.

"The difference is that reclaiming Lakeside Estate was not a risky decision for us."

"Instead, there is a 'rebel' you mentioned that tells us that it can help us remove the influence of the 'devil' left by the previous years, so that we can farm with confidence."

"As a condition, we need to take care of this Mr. Warner for a while."

"He's not a 'rebel,' my lord! I agreed to this condition. ”

He narrowed his eyes and humbly said:

"There are two reasons for our previous concealment."

"My lord, I think you will be able to understand us."

"We don't want the fact that Lakeside Manor is back to normal, because that means we're going to lose this rich piece of arable land, and the big guys are going to take it for all sorts of reasons."

"It didn't belong to you in the first place."

Joan couldn't help but correct, in her opinion, the manor that had been restored to normal should be returned to Mr. Jeff's right.

"No, ma'am, it was ours two hundred years ago."

"What?"

Brisse muttered something small and fast, so that Joan, who was not very skilled in speaking, did not hear him clearly.

"Nothing!"

"Lady"

"I mean, you're right." He raised his voice.

"Another reason for our concealment is that Mr. Warner is, after all, a man sent by the 'rebels'. Out of an abundance of caution, we certainly don't dare tell you directly. ”

At the same time, Glerint, who had judged that he was not lying at all, clearly felt his own spiritual relaxation.

His "barbarian" potion has obviously digested a large part of it!

It seems that one of the rules of playing "Barbarian" should be:

"Use violence to 'persuade' those who are also unwilling to be reasonable, and to achieve their own ends."

Sooner to cooperate, is it okay? Authentic!

With a sneer, Gleilynt silently removed the "Nightmare Eye", and then said to Joan:

"Well, he didn't panic, Joan."

"We can call it a day, there are really no rebels here."

Joan was stunned on the spot.

"What?"

"But ......"