Cybertron's head twisted almost at an eerie 180-degree angle, but his shoulders didn't move. Of course, this is not a stunt of the Bourkesos...... This is a trick that Cybertron has been doing since he was born (probably as a child).

Eagle eyes wolf.

It really scared the guy who was still in the cage.

"What did you just say?" Cybertron asked, turning his head.

"Let me out at once!--I'm a nobleman, and when the time comes, I'm guaranteed to give you what you want, and you'll be rewarded and ...... What are you going to do? ...... you?"

"What do you think I'm going to do?" Anger began to rise, and Cybertron walked over to the cage and asked, "First of all, who do you think I should be?"

"......, where did the female adventurer come from?"

“...... Lao Tzu is a man!"

"Huh......? That's right, no wonder you're topless. What is it?Is it a tattoo?Why is it so strange?"Rage Max: "Huh? Really...... Then why are you prettier than a woman?

"Someone sued you, am I also a Bourkeso?well, great warrior, in the presence of a weak civilized like you, it seems that I am called a [barbarian] - who sues you and I will come up to save you? I feel good about myself, don't I?" said Cybertron as he felt his blood pressure go up. This guy has repeatedly violated his own taboos, and it seems that he can't end well.

"Wild ...... Barbarians? No wonder...... It's strange to speak!" The man in the cage was still constantly approaching Cybertron, but this time he quickly stepped back and hugged a sheep: "Don't ...... Stay back...... Barbarians!"

"Bourkeso, to be exact. Cybertron waved his hand and motioned for the other party not to worry too much: "We used to be civilized people—"

"Bourcaithians, ah, I know that you are not regular barbarians, but you live together with barbarians—you are actually civilized people, but they migrated to the whole continent two thousand years ago. He seems to be very knowledgeable, but it seems that he learns things from books: "But...... How can the people of Bourkeso be such a mother as you?"

“...... That's right, we are civilized people, and we have learned to use knives and forks now to eat people. ”

“......？！？！？？！”

After scaring the clay figurines in the wooden cage for a long time, Cybertron said, "Speak well, what about thanks?" - I'll save you. ”

"I ...... Hmph!"

"Then you'll starve to death here, and my love isn't so overflowing anyway. With that, Cybertron cut off another gnoll's head—he hadn't been idle. While chatting and scaring the "unknown creature" in the wooden cage (it has been determined to be a girl who is not very good-looking).

He struggled for a moment, and looked around him, which was full of filth and dead bodies. Looking at Cybertron again, it seems that he really is the kind of ruthless barbarian who does what he says.

"No...... Please...... Help me, thank you...... Thank you......" lowered her head and twisted, the girl bit her lip and said as if humming.

"What are you talking about?—I can't hear you. ”

“...... Please save me!Thank you!-" He raised his head and shouted, which was already the courage to kill a pig.

"Tsk, that's pretty much it. ”

After smashing it with a giant sword three or two, the entire wooden cage collapsed. The sheep were frightened and ran away, but after a short run they stopped grazing. Immediately the [clay man] sat on the ground, looked at Cybertron wielding two two-handed giant swords, and said in a stunned trembling voice: "You...... Are you trying to kill me?"

"Hmm, I just wanted to kill you with a whirlwind slash, and I still need to work so hard?"

"Then why don't you open the door of the cage and let me out, but split the whole door with your sword!

“...... This my miss, if I'm not mistaken, you're still under my protection. Cybertron's face sank, and then he said with a strange smile: "A word of warning to you, I can (silence) you (silence) and then (silence), I heard that the nobles are quite chaotic, have you been in your teens this year?"

The clay girl immediately became honest.

Cybertron wandered around the rudimentary tribe of the gnolls and found a tattered fishing net. It seems that this should be the perennial stronghold of the jackals, after all, there are many decorative heads of various animals that have been turned out, mostly humans. Cybertron had no interest in human heads, and he was scared to death sixteen years ago. Now he has been beaten for sixteen years, bloody things have happened to him I don't know how many times, and it is very common to go out and cut people, and the Burkeso people go to the battlefield at the age of ten, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

dragged the little heads of forty-nine gnolls, some old and young, male and female, and he was also the butcher and executioner of the jackals. By the way, let the girl who claimed to be a nobleman lead the twelve sheep -- this is the public's property, and if she has recovered the public's property, she can count it as some money, right? If the public family does not reward it, it is not bad to sell it.

At first, the aristocratic girl claimed to be a nobleman, but then Cybertron was very unkind to look at her with a two-handed sword and didn't speak for a long time, and she immediately succumbed to the silent pressure. The sheep holding Cybertron followed him honestly.

After returning to the ranch, Cybertron saw the frightened herders holding a nail rake and a dung fork, and looked at him in horror. Of course, what was even more terrifying was that he pulled the head of a half-hill jackal behind him.

"Well, the task is complete, and there are nine left, rest assured that all of them are male. Unless that thing can have a baby, you're safe. Cybertron said to a herdsman foreman (who was also the first textile mill): "Give it over, and the gnolls have solved it...... Do you have something to eat, do you have something to drink, I want to rest and get some water, okay?"

"Yes...... Some...... This...... Please ...... here."

The foreman hurriedly invited Cybertron into the farmhouse, and Cybertron washed his face a little to get rid of the smell of blood, and then ate a few bites of black bread. He began to grow a bad fan in the pasture in early winter - and complained that it was so hot.

Then a group of herdsmen who also shed cold sweat in the freezing temperature of winter are regarded as perverts - especially this pervert may also be a stunted exhibitionist beautiful girl.

"I almost lost half my life...... the foreman wiped the cold sweat from his head, and after retreating, he said to all the onlookers, "Where is this human ......?"

"Isn't it pretty?" asked a herdsman with a nail rake, puzzled, and his expression was obscene: "Even if it's a boy, it's ......."

"I advise you to shut up quickly, you didn't approach him......" Involuntarily, the foreman trembled: "If you look closely...... His eyes. Is that...... The beast's eyes ...... "This one is pretty pertinent.

"Oh, is that really what you say...... It's like a wolf. I mean, it can't be a descendant of werewolves, right?"

"yes, yes, look at that brute...... Yes, it must be the descendants of werewolves. What else is Boolean...... Well, I think he's a dark magician, right?"

The masses of the people, who did not know the truth, used their wisdom and began to add fuel to Cybertron.

It's a p.

-- Spread falsehood, like to hear --

Not wanting to be too ostentatious, Cybertron left the head of the jackal in the pasture, and a group of honest herders probably wouldn't have much courage to take credit for him. Carrying only the head of the gnoll leader by himself, he returned to Chengli.

About seventy kilometers back and forth, plus the time of the battle, Cybertron finally returned before dinner at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Except for a little episode when he entered the city gate, he was almost punished on the spot for the crime of immorality, and it was not a big deal, anyway, Cybertron took into account the scientific nature of the dog and the human power and kicked over the city gate guards, and swaggered to report the name of the family he served and left the city.

It's just that there is a bit of a problem when handing in the task.

It's still the old-looking warrior guild, and it's still the old Sam on duty. It seems that he is dealing with the treatment of several mercenaries, and he is very calculating.

"'Commodities' are worthless if they are passive, you don't understand such a simple truth?! Third-rate goods are third-rate goods, I can warn you, either take this money and leave, then you won't even get these!"

The look of the voice is too different from yesterday when I patted my chest with Cybertron and promised it. A few mercenaries wanted to say something. But in the end, he picked up a few coins on the counter and left, and scolded twice before going out. Say what you say and never do it to their family again.

"Tsk, are you still missing a few garbage goods? even the employer's 'goods' dare to move, and sooner or later they will die in the night......" With a snort, Old Sam turned around and suddenly saw Cybertron, and immediately he frowned, "Oh?...... Cybertron, didn't I tell you about your mission in the morning? What's the matter? It's already afternoon, haven't you been there? Are you here to apply for a few more people?"

Old Sam said in his heart this world...... Bragging about 13 is really a lot. I was really not blind, I had already seen that the bear child in front of me had no hair on his mouth and couldn't do anything. What Bourkeso people, aren't they still children? Immediately, I had an opinion of Cybertron in my heart.

"No, I don't. Cybertron learned some of the mental activity from the other party's expressions and demeanor - although not all Bourquets could read words, but Cybertron put the beastly nerves of the Bourquets into the eyes of people, which ordinary barbarians could not do. Therefore, at the moment he looked puzzled. Continue to pretend to be your own brute, pretend to be stupid in this regard, but you can see more problems in an unfamiliar environment, it's too shrewd to be good: "I'm not here to apply for this." ”

"And what are you here for? Oh...... I've got some rudimentary leather shoulder pads here, but they're probably not as good as your two teeth......"

"Not really. ”

"Then what are you here for?" Sam said in his heart, didn't he come to give up the mission?--this is not to say give up, the task form has been uploaded to the family's higher department. This is already a piece of the commercial department, after all, it is about a ranch, and it is a golden coin.

"Deliver the task. As he spoke, Cybertron sprinkled a piece of furoshiki with a lot of sea salt in it to prevent the smell from spreading, and the dry and cold temperature did reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble.

“...... What is this?"Uncle Sam glanced at Cybertron in confusion, and then at the package that Cybertron had placed on the table. The fox with a suspicious face untied the baggage skin, and the first one in the jackal was the one, and it seemed to be very big: "This ......?!"

"The head of the gnoll leader that I killed, I specially confirmed. Cybertron's voice clenched his fist calmly, and he made an affirmative gesture: "The hunting skills passed down from generation to generation by the Bourkeso people are absolutely no problem in destroying all people! Whether it is a humanoid creature, a non-humanoid creature, a beast or a human, it is all right! Uncle Sam, you can rest assured, there are a total of forty-nine gnolls, from old to young, I have killed them, and I have not spared any of them." ”

"......" Sam is also a person who has passed through the wind, but for some reason, listening to Cybertron's calm tone, he feels a chill in the back of his neck - although it is a task to kill a jackal. But why does the other party emphasize a simple problem of destroying human beings?

"Uh...... Okay, you ...... Wait a minute. "I don't want to look at each other's eyes, and beneath the small stature, the delicate face, and the beauty of the exterior - there is the heart of a beast.

This is indeed a pure Bourquet, or at least a pure savage!--this was the thought of old Sam's heart, and he collected his contempt, and at this moment he really ceased to fool the other man as a child---he deceived him as a terrible savage of normal intelligence.

Dignity comes from strength.

"This ...... It is more than 30 kilometers away from the city of Caernarfon, and more than 70 kilometers back and forth. Sam sighed and looked at Cybertron who was not very tired: "You ......"

"Oh, it took me more than an hour to get there. "Cybertron really isn't lying.

The marathon champion can run more than 40 kilometers in two hours, and he can carry 400 kilograms to run more than 30 kilometers of mountain roads in nearly two hours. Of course, he immediately threw himself into the battle against the enemy, and ran more than 30 kilometers back without stopping.

"It's very close, and it's much better than last year's ferry to Iceland's hometown, chasing and killing werewolf enemies for more than 80 kilometers a day. "Cybertron said it very lightly, he was fifteen years old last year.

He wasn't lying, but he didn't take part in that fight. His mother went to Iceland on a boat, and she was right. But...... Advancing more than 80 kilometers a day in search of the enemy, this speed is about the same as the speed of the German armored troops marching in World War II, and they are all mountain trails.

...... "What else can old Sam say?" he's used to it anyway, Bourkeso. Even if it's bragging13, you have to listen to it. Looking up and seeing that Cybertron's two-handed sword was in his hand, then you said that eighty kilometers is eighty kilometers, and you said that it is no problem to kill the machine gunner of the devil with one shot from 800 kilometers away!

"What about the rest of the heads?"

"It's in the pasture. Cybertron pretended not to be very happy, and no matter how much he suspected him just now, he pretended not to know the malice. But this time, he pretended not to be very happy when he asked normally: "You...... Doubt me?"

"Of course not, but ...... Thank you for your understanding. Unconsciously used the honorific title to the child in front of him, and Sam didn't know it: "I mean, please understand that this is what we do here." After all, there are more than 30,000 people in this city, and the number of people serving the city in the surrounding area should be more than 100,000, and many things are not just said - immediately, I will send someone to confirm it overnight. Tomorrow, I'll give you news tomorrow at the latest. I trust you a lot, but I have to make everyone trust you, don't I?"

"Oh...... That's what you're talking about. Pretending to be stupid, Cybertron knew best, and he wanted to maintain a barbarian's obedient temper, and immediately laughed happily: "I'm sorry, Sam, I blame you." The heads of the gnolls are over there—where's my money?"

"......" Actually, the head of a gnoll leader is enough, as for whether this is the leader of the gnoll...... The only thing I know is that this gnoll man's head is obviously much larger than the average gnoll. At least not ordinary, but Sam still pretended to be embarrassed: "...... Okay, if something happens, it's mine, who told me to be optimistic about you?"

I don't remember a few minutes ago, he still suspected that Cybertron had no hair on his mouth and couldn't handle things well, and he was a bear child. At this moment, Sam looked intimate, and forgot how he had just dealt with other mercenaries: "Although it doesn't meet our process here, the money will be given to you first." This time, the gnolls are on a mission to clear (expel them) and restore order to the pasture. It's fifty gold trantas, and I'll have someone go to the vault and get it for you—"