Mystery: Order and Disorder

Suddenly, the keenly observant Grelint caught a glimpse of the old man making a covert gesture from the corner of his eye...

Before he had time to think about it, he gave Joan and Arist a violent drink.

"Back off!"

Then a person rushed up...

Considering that the enemy he might face is a large number of natives, Grelint actually put a layer of hard rhino leather under his clothes before he came over.

This doesn't protect against penetration by bullets, but there is no problem with defending against the slashing of these underpowered implements.

In other words, MI9 is ​​not equipped with full metal armor, otherwise he will definitely prepare a set.

He didn't intend to kill anyone. After Grelint rushed in, he deliberately took a lot of strength. However, with the physical quality of his "enhanced version of the barbarian", even if he takes some strength, he will often be able to make someone lose his combat effectiveness after a single blow.

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

Some are even just a stick.

Therefore, Grelint only needs to pay attention to avoid the attack to the head, and then he can let go of the attack.

Accidentally, after being slashed by the enemy at the slit of the leather armor on his right shoulder, Grelint almost ran away, completely letting go of his strength...

Fortunately, reason still stopped him.

In less than ten minutes, the entrance of the "Lakeside Manor" lay a native of the ground...

Grelint silently used a damage transfer to weaken the injury on his right shoulder, and then transferred it to his left forearm.

This is because the left arm usually exerts less force.

He exhaled a long breath, and he commanded Ariste without emotion:

"All tied up."

And Joan next to him is immersed in the violent aesthetics that Grelint just showed...

Since there was no rope, Arist had to use local materials and cut a few indigenous coats to use as ropes.

After a while, Joan also reacted and began to assist Ariste in tying up.

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

Grelint was completely confident that even if he fought the previous battle again, the result would not change. After all, the melee-biased Beyonder's battle against ordinary people is completely crushed. Moreover, among the people on the ground, a few Grelint confiscated his hands, and were broken by him, and they were no longer threatening.

Ignoring Arist and Joan tying the natives, Grelint went directly to the manor.

As he moved forward, several half-year-old children and more than ten women followed in the manor. They all looked at Grelint with fear and hatred, eager to attack.

For these opponents with lower force values, Grelint didn't even plan to make a move.

He just inspired "majesty" again and said in a deep voice:

"Now, I think you may be willing to talk to me about 'reason'."

Most of the awakened natives at the entrance of the manor also heard these words.

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

After a while, Grelint, who didn't get an answer, was slightly embarrassed.

…………

Until Joan tied the last native.

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

When Morgan introduced "2-29" to Grelint that day, she also heard the details of this sealed artifact beside her.

Nodding silently, Grelint took the illusory black "Nightmare Eye" from Joan.

"Alister, take him into the house."

He pointed to the skinny old man who seemed to be talking about someone here.

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At this moment, during the internal test of the manor, surrounded by those women and children, behind which blocked the view, a young man about the age of Grelint emerged.

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

"I'll go with you!"

He has short tan fluffy hair, soft facial features, somewhat firm eyebrows, and a rather straight nose. He was not tall. At first glance, he was less than 1.7 meters tall, and he was wearing a simple and clean cheap formal suit.

He has an obvious Ruen face.

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

According to Grelint, this wood comes from Fenerpot, and the best quality is the spruce cut from Fenerpot's holy mountain, known as one pound of spruce and ten pounds of gold. This wood is one of the most suitable for making violins.

Of course, the knowledgeable Grelint can tell that this young man is only holding an ordinary Fenerpott spruce violin, not the one from the Holy Mountain.

"who are you?"

Grelint didn't feel any threat from him, so he asked this quite easily.

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

He paused for a moment, as if he was struggling with how to explain his identity.

"I'm a violinist."

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

As for the unconcealed pride in the young man's words, Grelint replied with a smile:

"But what we're looking for is the rebels."

"'Rebels'! Do you understand?"

"Among the aborigines of East Balam, those who fought with your fellow Loen compatriots of the same country and race."

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

He took the word "elegance" very seriously, with undisguised ridicule and joking in his tone.

This made the face of the young man across from him flush red:

"I'm the one they hid. There are no other 'Rebels' here."

He also deliberately recited the word "Rebel".

Grelint was a little surprised. What did these natives hide such a Loen violinist for? Wouldn't this "Maureen Warner" really be a rebel, right?

what is this?

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

After a few seconds of silence, Grelint blended the illusory "2-29" into his eyes and said to the old man "Brissey":

"I think, now you should be able to tell me what I'm hiding."

"Otherwise, I will hand over all of you as military merit."

"Attention, this includes your women and children."

When he said these words, he continued to inspire the majesty of the "Ring of Law".

Brissey raised his head, looked around at his fellow clan, sighed deeply, and then glanced at Maureen Warner apologetically.

"Yes, my lord."

He says.

"There are no rebels here, my lord, we have never cheated your courage."

"Of course, we never served those rebels."

"As you can see, this child, Maureen Warner. He is a pure-blooded Loen nobleman, isn't he?"

The "noble" here means that as long as the people of Loen blood, in the eyes of the aborigines, they are all "nobles" of the highest class.

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

So he did not interrupt Brissey's narration.

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

he said.

"The difference is that re-cultivating the 'Lakeside Manor' was not a risky decision we made."

"But a 'rebel' you mentioned told us that he could help us remove the influence left by the 'devil' a few years ago, 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 agree to this condition."

He narrowed his eyes and said humbly:

"There are two reasons for our previous concealment~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Sir, I think you can understand us as noble as you."

"We don't want the fact that the 'Lakeside Manor' has returned to normal spread out, because it means that we will lose this fertile farmland, and those big men will definitely take this land for various reasons."

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

Joan couldn't help correcting one sentence. In her opinion, the restored manor should be returned to the original owner and returned to Mr. Jeff.

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

"what?"

Brissey muttered in a low voice and quickly, so that Joan, who was not very proficient in speaking frankly, could not hear him clearly.

"nothing!"

"Miss"

"I mean, you're right." He increased his volume.

"Our other reason for concealment is that Mr. Warner was sent by the 'rebels' after all. Out of prudence, of course we dare not tell you directly."

At the same time, Grelint, who judged that he was not lying at all, clearly felt the relaxation of his spirituality.

A large part of his "Barbarian" potion was obviously digested!

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

"Use violence to 'persuade' people who are also unreasonable and achieve their own goals."

Is it okay to cooperate sooner rather than later? reality!

After slandering, Grelint silently took off the "Nightmare Eye", and then said to Joan:

"Okay, 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……"