Son of the Olden Days

"I'm going to sneak attack on my own shiitake mushrooms, this is the real big thing." Sol said.

After hearing the so-called major event from Saul, Neferna fell into a long silence.

"I think... I seem to be an idiot who asked you seriously." When she was about to reach the city gate, Neferna finally squeezed out a sentence.

"Although you are indeed a silly and cute type, I still recommend you not to scold yourself so much. You always have to find your own shortcomings as you move forward in life." The old Saul dog seemed to be in a good mood and shook his head all the way.

"Why did you say such shameless words seriously?" Neferna felt a little crazy for some reason.

"What shame? You, a ghost mushroom who can even have a great body, understand the great philosophy and meaning of life? But if you really want to know, this is actually a long story."

"Years ago when I was an orphan, there was a thieves brother named Shuggs. We..., at last he selfishly went to another world at that age and left all the prosperity to me."

"So for some of the positive influences he has left me, I have been studying for these years." Sol replied.

"Even though it sounds sad, I still can't help but want to puck you, and your brother... doesn't seem to be a good person either." Neferna struggled for a long time, but she still couldn't hold back her evaluation, because of today's Sol always has many fallacies to defend.

"I don't need a good person, and Shuggs is indeed not a good person, but I just need to remember that he is my best brother. It's enough." Sol's eyes were a little far away, and he entered the City of Freedom.

Sometimes looking back, it really was a ring that changed fate. Speaking of it earlier, if you didn't meet Shuggs and Irene at first, everything later might not happen, and you might be walking on another unknown road.

They are like a negligible inducement at first, but in the end it affects the overall situation. Therefore, the world is closely connected, and sometimes affects the whole body. Everyone is just drifting with the flow.

Who can see through such a thick world?

Drag a patrolman into the lane on the street.

"Go and tell your legion commander Steinter, Barrell is dead, and there are still a bunch of trash fish left in the nest." Sol ordered this, and when the patrol was ready to escape with a look of horror, Sol suddenly said. Grabbed him.

"Right, and remember to tell him, if you can't grasp the opportunity, let him continue to grow mushrooms." Sol added with a smile.

After letting go of the patrol team, Saul started rushing home. It was not long before night, and all the shiitake mushrooms in his house should have gone home.

As for Barrell's side, Sol is not too worried. If he dares to come, he will directly kill the front. Too many things are too hard.

Sol didn't know what Barrell or Shirken had done to him, and even if he knew it, Sol didn't have much thoughts. This is obviously a pathology that is above paranoia, but Thor understands things like nightmare.

It's like seeing the scene where the pharmacist Buddy Moore was gnawed into bones by a group of rats in Gray Screen many years ago, that is his nightmare. Even though Thor is now a powerful Tier 5, he is still afraid of rats in his heart.

As long as a mouse is found moving around Sol, Sol will immediately lie on top of his hair and feel restless.

To crack Barrell's nightmare, unless Thor himself dies in front of him, dying to ashes. It's like trying to crack Sol's own nightmare, unless all the sewer rats all over the world become extinct, these things are obviously impossible.

"My lord, he said Barrell and the others are finished, let you seize the opportunity to clean up the remnants." A patrol member suddenly rushed to Stanter's military headquarters and reported to the lizardman army commander who was sitting in a daze.

Stanter's vertical pupils stared, looking a little funny.

Which idiot is messing with the news again? Or is it Barrell's trick to lure the enemy?

If anyone in the City of Freedom has the ability to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, then only the white-robed Archbishop of the Holy See of the Light, Biernat, is the sixth-order white-robed archbishop of the Holy See. However, under the influence of Sol, the group of Stant has always Don't believe in **** sticks.

"Did the other party say anything else?" Stant asked for a moment after thinking.

"No adults." The patrol member lowered his head slightly.

"I know what happened. You have worked hard. Go back to your post first." Stanter waved his hand.

"Oh, by the way, my lord, when he left, he still grabbed me and said something. If you can't grasp the opportunity, just..." The patrolman stopped talking, secretly regretting it. It seemed that he shouldn't have said something too much. After all, what the other party said was not good.

"Just what?" Stanter's lizard stared, and he hated this kind of woman-like hesitation with his fiery temper.

"Let you just... continue to grow mushrooms." Feeling the deterrence of Stanter, the patrolman said with a cold sweat on his forehead.

"What are you talking about!?" Stanter violently violently.

Seeing a large lizardman suddenly flew over, the patrol team almost freaked out. He couldn't figure out why this seemingly cursing but not painful or itchy sentence caused such a big reaction from the normally stable legion commander.

The word "continue" in the words "continue planting mushrooms" is very interesting, it seems to be...very Thor's tone?

Stanter did grow mushrooms in the swamp before. It was the early days of Freedom City, and the territory was tightly grained, so Sol proposed the bad idea of ​​using the swamp to grow mushrooms.

Later, it was done, and Steinter was ironiced for a long time by Diller's catch. Later, the time passed, and no one mentioned this old thing again. One of the three died, one lost his hand, and one became a wandering soul, and even stopped making jokes.

How did you live like this? Stanter sometimes thinks sadly, or... is this the end this group should have?

"Where is that person? I asked you where is the person who reported it? Who is it?" Stanter shook the patrol and roared.

The patrol members burst into tears in an instant, and there was no way, the strength of Stanter's Tier 4 was pinched on his shoulders, which really hurts too much.

"I don't know your lord, he wears a hood and a cloak. He is a man... Your hand, my lord, I'm dying, my lord." The patrolman cried and pleaded with a weak expression on his face.

Stanter's eyes were a little red for an instant, and he suddenly tilted his head to look at the dark sky outside the door, as if he heard a voice from heaven in an instant. No, that's not right, Saul should be in hell. Heaven would not welcome them as a group, and they are not rare.

"Okay, I remember you, go to the quarters to receive the reward of two hundred combat merits, do it hard." Stanter returned to his senses, let go and patted the patrol on the shoulder, and the patrol walked away in surprise. Now, two hundred feats are enough for a small team leader.

Stanter kept spinning in the room, sometimes spitting out letters, sometimes fluttering his tail. He really wanted to rush to the old lord's mansion to verify his conjecture or desire, but it was not a good time to visit now that night.

And what really needs to be verified at the moment may be the fact that Barrell and the gang are finished, because only this matter is true, then the latter wish has the foundation or possibility of fulfillment.

"Come on, let the order go on, quickly gather all the fighting power of the Scarlet Cross, and then go to personally notify Captain Diller." After walking a few intensive steps, Stant decided to follow his heart, even if it is really calculated, what does it matter? ? It's nothing more than death.

I crossed most of the continent of Salvinia and came here... just to bleed, Steante whispered to himself, buttoned his chin-bound helmet, lifted his wide cloak, and strode out of the room. Got out.

When the war is about to start, Thor, as a hero, is doing the most insignificant and also his favorite business, picking the locks.

"Is it okay for you to be so insidious and sneaky?" Neferna despised, but there seemed to be some sourness in the words?

"Don't affect me, the lock will be opened soon, do you want to watch for a while? I don't mind." Sol asked while opening the lock.

"Bah~ Who is watching you, shameless guy!" Neferna seemed to blush, and Sol inexplicably felt that the coat buttons on her chest seemed to be on fire.

"It sounds like Randy and Fanna you were not there that night..." Old Sol Dog listened carefully to the position of the lock cylinder.

"You...I...Bah, baah!" After a series of watering can attacks, the surroundings fell silent, and I don't know if Neferna ran away or pretended to ran away.

Sol was a bit tangled after sneaking into his lord's mansion, and he deliberately walked around the house to take a look. There are six shiitake mushrooms in the house. At this time, only Cletylona and Petty are lit up in the three rooms, while the rooms of Beth Igrit and Chris are all dark.

Sol is not too worried about this. Maybe the mushrooms can sleep together in twos and threes, just like Beth and Petty before. It's almost late at night. Those who are lit may be reading, and those who are not lit may have fallen asleep.

Sol is entangled with the question of who will attack first. His plan is very ambitious, and all six shiitake mushrooms will fall into the claws tonight. However, if the sneak attack on a certain one causes too much movement and alarms other mushroom monsters, the sneak attack plan will naturally fail.

As for who to attack first, both Clay Tilona and Petty are thorny heads, and Beth Igrit Chris’s three are gentle. In fact, whoever attacks first is a good one, but Sol thinks I still can't get lost in the suspicion of the mushroom monsters.

In the end, Sol positioned the first goal as the blonde Clement, for no other reason. Since the Great Devil is about to return, he naturally has to kill the leader of the Mushroom Party first. There's another reason. Since Kletty stared at her own fly, her eyes could turn red and she couldn't forget, the big devil will make your dream come true tonight.

So Sol was squatting outside Kletty's room at this time, competing with the door lock as a veteran habitual offender.

"Click~" With Thor's cautious and subtle movements, the door lock finally rang with a holy sound, and the door opened.

Saul got up quickly and squeezed through a small gap to observe the room.

There was a faint, unextinguished oil lamp on the table. Looking at the figure on the bed, it seemed that only the blonde Cletti was alone. Sol quickly analyzed the situation between us and the enemy. There was a delicious fragrance from the crack of the door, and I didn't know whether it was the smell of the room itself or the scent of Clementi mushrooms.

The old Saul dog sniffed his nose greedily, feeling that the future struggle situation would become more and more cruel, and the great devil's steel will was suffering severe corrosion. I haven't done anything yet, but the five senses are about to explode, and the devil in my heart is screaming and running around.

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