Seriously, Fingal had imagined that he would encounter dragons, and he was desperately prepared.

But he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly, and he was powerless.

At the moment when he met the one-eyed dragon's eyes, without warning, a two-meter-long guillotine knife was placed on his neck.

The knife was only 0.01 centimeters from his throat at the time, and it could be said that he was so close to death that he might have had to swallow a mouthful of saliva to cut his throat.

Fingal failed to see the other man's movements, nor did he ignite his golden pupils, the one-eyed dragon was like a ghost from a horror movie, the last frame was still far away, and the next frame was in front of him.

"Mortals, tell me what you mean."

Dressed in dark gold armor, Bor looked down at the impassive Fingal, carrying the heavy guillotine in one hand without a hint of shaking.

"Well, I said I was just passing by, can you believe it?" Fingal slowly raised his hands and smiled harmlessly.

"......" Bor didn't speak, but handed the guillotine in his hand forward, and the threat was not expressed.

Looking at the one-eyed dragon in front of him, who had no humor at all, Fingal felt a little tricky.

Just from the appearance, he knew that the person in front of him was weak, he was bigger than himself, and he was wearing such heavy armor, he felt that he might have to open the bronze throne to compare his defense.

There is also the opponent's dead-looking guillotine, even if the blade can't break through his own defenses, just smashing it can smash him out of internal injuries.

What's more, he can't tell if the other party is human, in case this one-eyed dragon is really a dragon in human form, then he may really be more auspicious today.

As for the fact that the other party is a half-breed trapped in the Nibelungen and unable to get out and can only graze here, this possibility cannot be said to be none, but it can also be ignored.

Everyone keeps saying "mortal", even if it is a half-blood, it must be the kind that does not take ordinary people in their eyes.

But fortunately, the other party seems to be willing to communicate, and he can try to set some information first.

"Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings." Fingal took a half-step back of his leg to avoid the tip of the knife against the Adam's apple, and the one-eyed dragon stepped forward in sync, the tip of the knife resting on his neck.

"Big brother, I'm really passing by, so I went up to the tree to pick a fruit, and in a blink of an eye, I came here." As he spoke, he also took out the peaches that the aunt on the rooftop had given him before, indicating that he was not lying.

He is now gambling, betting that the other party thinks that he is an ordinary person who is powerless, so that even if he wants to do it in the end, he can suddenly be caught off guard.

He didn't ignite the golden pupil anyway.

But the next moment, the one-eyed dragon's words made him not calm.

"You're watching my lord." Bol's eyes were cold, and his words were filled with undisguised anger, as if he wanted to deal with this mortal who dared to offend the dignity of his master, but he was desperately restraining his anger because of someone's orders.

"Your master?" When Fingal heard this, he only wanted to greet the eighteenth generation ancestors of the intelligence officers in the Enforcement Department, and even wanted to pat the old man Ange's table and ask him if he had dug Kassel's grave, and how could he be alone in the grave.

"My master" has come out, which means that one of the future juniors and the man with the code name writer must be dragons, and it is very likely that he is a sub-generation who is strong enough to be perverted, and the bastards of the corpse vegetarian food bag and rice bag in the intelligence department are really deadly.

Fen smiled: "Dare to ask Your Excellency, who is the master of your family?"

I just saw someone bullying ...... I'm playing with children, because the game they play is a bit dangerous, and I want to stop them because of the sense of justice in my heart, and I definitely don't mean to offend. ”

In fact, he doesn't need to ask him to know that how can the junior brother be such a pitiful and tricked group of dragons, only the guy who sits in the car and laughs like a villain is worthy of the title of evil dragon.

It's a pity that Bol didn't answer at all, but just said to himself: "If you offend the majesty of my lord, you should apologize with death." ”

"I'll just take a look, sin is not unto death, right?!" Fingal is stupid, how can this be the 21st century?

Seeing that the one-eyed dragon was not close to the slightest person, Fingal decisively lit the golden pupil: "Big brother, don't do it, my own people, I am an undercover agent sent by Lord Xia Di to lurk in the secret party!" ”

Bor:?

Isn't he the only servant of the Lord?

Bang –

In a moment when Bor was stunned, Fingal slammed the guillotine with both hands, and the muscles in his body swelled in an instant, directly bursting the clothes on his body.

The strong muscles were exposed to the air, and a bronze sheen emerged, and Fingal's thick arm jerked hard, trying to grab the knife while the other party lost his mind.

In fact, if you can, it will definitely be more likely to kick the opponent's lifeline to grab the knife, but unfortunately the two-meter-long guillotine and the one-meter-long arm of the one-eyed dragon, Fingal can't reach the opponent's body even if he connects the two legs together, so he can only rely on brute force to grab it.

Fingal, who opened the Bronze Throne of the Spirit of Words, turned into a German Hercules with the strength of the Champion in the blink of an eye, and the blood vessels on his two arms burst out like a coiled dragon, but even if he used the strength to feed, he couldn't pull the guillotine at all, and he couldn't even shake one of the opponent's fingers.

“……”

Fingal gritted his teeth and held on for a minute, and when he saw Bol staring at him without blinking, he immediately let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and took a few steps back as if nothing had happened:

"Huh, brother, you have so much strength, you won this time."

Boom –

There was an imperceptible clash of gold and iron, and the guillotine landed on Fingal's neck once more, sparking a little spark.

"Big brother, I was wrong." Fingal's bronze skin had goosebumps, and he immediately raised his hands in a famous salute:

"Actually, Lord Xia has already seen me, and he is still smiling at me, I really have no malice, I don't believe you asked him."

"Is there really no malice?"

A joking voice came from in front of him, and Fingal hurriedly nodded: "Really, it's true, I'm just a day worker, and I don't pay anyone who assigns me tasks." ”

But soon he found that the voice was wrong, and after a look, he found that a handsome boy who was about to catch up with himself walked out from behind the one-eyed dragon, with his hands behind his back, his eyes sighed, and his tone sighed:

"That's right, you said that you are a sophomore, and you will add some credits when you take out a task, and you don't even have a salary, what kind of life are you playing."

was suddenly revealed by humanity, Fingal's eyes froze, but when he saw that the mission target looked like he was talking very much, he continued to cooperate, and put on a look of pouring bitter water:

"Who said no, I'm only twenty years old, it's a good year to be forced to play by a group of them every day, if I have the opportunity, I still want to be an ordinary and happy ordinary person."

"Really?"

(End of chapter)