The order to shoot has not been issued for a long time.

As long as he has the eyesight that matches his identity, he can know that the sickle blade in my hand has the ability to tear him to pieces in an instant.

Moreover, from his changing expression, we can know that anger and reason are fighting in his heart, and the two sides are constantly raising each other, and there are endless disputes.

It is very simple to order a shot, but facing a person who he doesn't know the details, he cannot easily bear the consequences. Unlike the untouchables and slaves in the territory - killing is nothing more than pulling out a hair on his body. If he wants to kill me, then I will bring a piece of bloody flesh and even deeply rooted in my bones.

The layout between us is not complicated, because actions are always stronger than language.

Even though he used language, expressions, and stories to mislead me, he did put his stereotypes into my head, I had already completed the steps he had done before him.

The killing in the territory yesterday was my inducement through my actions to convey the image of a madman who can fight and is invincible to his head.

Just as he conducted an early investigation and looked for clues about me, I had already let him accept this setting without knowing it. What's even better is that all this was an investigation he took the initiative, and accepting the information I left would not make him feel any resistant.

Although he neither ordered the shooting nor agreed to my conditions, his hesitation had affected the morale of his subordinates. The surging subordinates looked at each other and no longer had the courage to take further action.

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"Boss, I really thought I was going to die just now..."

The bald man had no strength to walk, followed me swayingly and walked out of the originally spotless lord hall.

Unfortunately, after I left, not only was there a lot of gravel in the lord hall, but the broken floor tiles at the entrance, but there was also a mess of food all over the floor, which looked like it was not a scene after friendly negotiation.

I walked on the Central Avenue with a steel halberd. Not far behind me was the gray-robed man next to the lord who was loading the hand collar. The residents of the town hid far away when they saw me - what happened in the lord's hall just now spread faster than they thought. Everyone knew that the man in iron armor in front of me was a fierce man who dared to slap the table with the lord and retreated without fail.

There are some things that I don’t need to be said too clearly. I probably guessed that the lord’s behavior just now was not only to kill me, but also to completely test me. People often subconsciously show their trump card when they are in crisis. I was talking about "that adult" just now, which made him more relieved about my identity. I would not be a spy or liar who suddenly appeared.

But in the situation just now, if he was sure, he would definitely choose to kill me instead of letting me go freely.

Therefore, the moment I walked out of the lord's hall, I confirmed that he had already agreed to my request.

"You are just too timid. I told you that I am very sure to leave safely, and we have reliable allies."

The behavior of going to the meeting alone depends on the word "savage", which requires extremely vicious behavior and super-man-class combat power.

Of course, Master Guan Er can come back if he can go to the meeting alone. If Guo Jia goes to the meeting alone... I guess the person will be gone on the spot, right?

Even if we don’t talk about the examples of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, then Lin Xiangru threatened the King of Qin at the Mianchi meeting, and he was still good at playing tricks and would break the King of Qin if he had a disagreement? In this case, even the most powerful monarch must consider it.

"Ally? What allies?"

The bald man looked around curiously and said carefully: "Boss, have you been here to load the hand collar? When did you make friends with allies? Why didn't I see them?"

I said bluntly: "Only smart people can see it, of course you can't see it."

"...Boss, you don't have to fool me like this."

The bald man whispered in a low voice, but he didn't dare to say too loudly, for fear of being thrown here and waiting to die. If he was thrown here, he would probably be caught by the lord in the next second and skinned.

"Want to know who the allies are?" I asked,

The bald man nodded and said, "Of course I thought about it! I know that there are allies, so at least I can feel more at ease..."

"Then answer me a question first... Why do you think everyone is so afraid of us? They hide far away when they see us coming?" I continued to ask.

The bald man said: "Do they know that we are angry inside? Don't you feel scared of such murderers? This is normal."

"Then who do you think the story of our anger in it will be said? If you can't analyze it, you can use the exclusion method. There were not many people present at that time."

"I will use the method of exclusion... Among the people present, it must not be said by the lord himself, nor by the people in gray. Those dogs dare not say such things..."

The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt, and said tentatively: "...No, right? Is this impossible?"

I said disdainfully: "Do you think it's impossible? So is there a suitable candidate on the field? Could it be a transparent ghost, spreading with news?"

There is only one last candidate.

That is the bald blacksmith master, the old man wearing funny floral clothes.

But the old man who was cautious, sweating profusely, and was timid and afraid of things, was actually the one who made such a fatal news? This seemed to be difficult for the bald man to accept, because it was his own master, which made it even more difficult for him to understand.

"It's him."

I nodded in response to his suspicious gaze, indicating that I had confirmed his judgment.

"That's our ally. He speaks for us selflessly, takes care of us, and helps us convey the news of victory, so that our good news can spread throughout the town as quickly as possible. Are you satisfied with this result?"

I said certain words, but it made his eyes even more confused.

Indeed, this is as ridiculous as telling him that the bald and greasy father in his family, who was actually the Dark Knight Batman, would go out to do a chivalrous every night. His first reaction must be impossible. If he was Batman, who was punished to kneel down at durian until five in the morning at home yesterday?

"You lead the way first. Let's go to the area where slaves work and life to take a look. I will explain it to you slowly. Today's task must be completed as soon as possible. The longer you stay, the greater the risk."

After hearing this, the bald man finally recovered from his unruly state, walked in front of him with great strides, and led me to the east of the town.

"Boss Saiwen, tell me quickly. I'm so curious." The bald man couldn't calm down while scratching his ears and his forehead.
Chapter completed!