Since there was no time to tie Brett up again, Oliver simply took a small step and stopped the two people who came halfway.
"Oh, Brother Oliver, have you asked me if you ask me? He said yesterday that we should treat the captain of the guard well. The Socra Committee gave us a hint that the guy is of considerable value." said the bearded uncle in the head.
"I have asked all the basic information. And I can confirm that Brett, the big guy who looks like a polar bear, does not have a trace of magic power. At least through my perception, unless he is two levels higher than my order and has learned the skill of concealing magic power, my judgment must be accurate." Oliver replied rigorously.
"You are the loser, oh, no, you are the psychic, right? I believe your words, but I also hope you can pay attention to one thing. Since you did not choose the guy with an elm head in Putsev, but chose the 'slope wolf', Brother Wolfksky, you must determine that you are a human."
The bearded man said, stretching out his right hand wearing a leather half-finger condom, and pointed hard twice on Oliver's slightly hard chest like an electric drill, and drilled hard a few more times.
"I understand." Oliver did not mind the rude movements of the man in front of him, but promised calmly:
"I can't contact the Church of the Lost. My brother knows that in the past few years, I have served in the Imperial Legion, the Socra Special Operations Group, and the "Lone Wolf Society", I have no contact with the Lost in addition to fighting. As for the Empire, I have no feelings for the Empire that doesn't take me seriously."
Oliver was obviously lying, but he didn't know whether it was his identity as a loser that made his emotions lack, or whether these lies made him believe in them.
In short, his face was not red, his heart was not beating. The organs in his body did not move extra movements, and even the blood flow was still so slowly.
Moreover, his eyes were staring at the bearded uncle in front of him, without turning his eyes. Even when the two of them looked at each other, he did not shift his gaze at all.
"Haha." After a few seconds of silence, a hearty laughter came from the throat of the man in front of him.
Immediately afterwards, he waved his hand and signaled Oliver not to continue to get involved in this undoubted issue of identity and determination, but turned around and looked at a boy behind him who was about 12 years old carrying an iron food lunch box.
"In fact, Wolfksky is not a worthless leader. His strength is not weaker than the Lone Wolf Club. After Pusev's rebellion, almost half of them have defected to us so far. We will completely abandon him and become the new "Lone Wolf Club". We should be able to surpass the original Lone Wolf Club.
Wolves are sociable animals. The purpose of the establishment of the "Lone Wolf Society" is to accommodate those of us who are forced to leave the camp of the lost and the empire for various reasons.
We must survive in the two forces and build a third-party powerful force that is enough to threaten the other two. However, Pusef does not understand these. He thought that everything would be fine if he defected to the empire. It is ridiculous that people can only be favored and recognized when they are valuable.
But this does not mean that you can abandon your current power and turn to a new camp, so Putsoff pushes us into the abyss, and Wolfksky's approach is to pull us back from the deviated track, just like pulling a derailed train. Forget it, let's not talk about this..." The bearded man said, reaching out to take the lunch box in the hand of the boy behind him, handing it to Oliver, and saying:
"For you, and that small team leader. He is our honorable guest, at least not dead at our hands. Although he can be abused."
"Oh?" Oliver took the lunch box and said in confusion.
"Socra sent someone to negotiate with us and mentioned that if we want to get a ransom, it is best to ensure that the big guy is at least awake and able to move freely. Therefore, he can suffer a little, as long as his physical strength can be maintained to move freely, but he does not have much combat power." The bearded man explained.
"Is he that scary?" Oliver asked tentatively, calmly.
"Based on my more than ten years of combat experience, if it were some sports competitions of the 'Military Indiscriminate Fighting Competition' or the 'Wasteland Games' a few years ago, that big guy would probably win a lot of gold medals. Have you ever observed his body?" asked the bearded man.
"His body?" Oliver quickly turned around and glanced at the direction where Brett was sitting, then turned around and asked:
"The body is very straight and strong. Many monsters in the three major churches, especially the Giant Church, also have this body shape. Some of the "crazy" or "giant" are not worse than him. Is there anything special about it?"
"I thought you would compare the psychics with him with a changing body, but your metaphor can also explain the problem. His body is as powerful as the Lost guys, and when he was fighting with his elder brother in the central lake of Dunusk, he easily picked up a steel plate that was more than three meters long. I think it was because he didn't have a suitable weapon in his hand. If it wasn't a steel plate, but a simple hand cannon, I'm afraid my elder brother would be fed to the unintentional person right now."
"And that big guy obviously experienced an arduous battle at that time. He said he had killed the 'crazy body', the lost person who was blown away with the loess vulture, right? Fighting against the lost person with physical strength and body shape, except for those medicine jar psychotropes, how many imperial [warriors] can do it?" the bearded man analyzed.
"Gene...transformation?" A scientific word that I heard in some unknown place appeared in Oliver's mind. He thought, his eyes slightly confused and stared at the man in front of him without focus.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Genetic transformation? No, that is the concept developed by the mad scientists of the old Cruzed. By the way, didn't the crazy prince Ivant crack a lot of Cruzed's technology? The one we annihilated yesterday seemed to be... Yes, there are some products we have never seen before in the items left by the Shnetsk Legion team. But the eldest brother discussed with the mad professor John and his assistant Shamon that the empire currently has no complete genetic modification technology, even if a concept is not perfect."
"At best, after hard training and the continuous transformation of the body by some drugs, the human physique can improve human physique. Genes are gifts given to us by God. If you are strong, you will always be strong, and if you are weak, you will always be weak. There should be no other way except to use the 'wolf card' pistol I want to use to make up for the gap. Besides, I heard that some underground experiments that do not conform to the law of the empire have tried to transform humans, but it seems that they have no effect except creating some unintentional people."
The bearded man was like a woman, and he told a long passage in a long and long way.
However, to Oliver, there is only one effective information: "genetic transformation" does not exist, so don't even think about it.
"Haha, I just mentioned it casually. But Brother 'Furry Wolf', I'm a little hungry and want to see what's in the box. And that big guy Brett, who seems to be very weak, might as well let us eat something first and then do the follow-up work. Ask questions, it's better to tie him to the edge of the highlands to exchange with the Empire. Maintaining good physical strength is always the basis." Oliver changed the topic.
"That's right." The bearded man called "Furry Wolf" nodded happily as if he was pounding garlic.
Taking a brisk pace, the three of them walked to the "tied" Brett in a few steps, and near the metal square table.
"Furry Wolf" did not immediately ask Oliver to open the food lunch box, but turned his head to Brett with interest.
Originally, this action was normal in Oliver's eyes, but then he thought of himself and cut the hemp rope tied to Brett. If Brett recovered his limited freedom and was discovered by the "Fury Wolf" uncle, he might have to fight in advance.
"There are two people standing outside the door. The ground of this broken factory is about ten meters below the ground. It's already afternoon, and there should be more than 30 people. The team members who went out to conduct inspections on the high ground and forest missions were about ten, and the team members who were patrolling the heights of the old sentry tower at the stronghold should be three, two secretly whistle and one openly whistle.
If you kill the "Fur Wolf" and his assistant quietly, then take Brett, and then go to the "Captain Room" next to the garage of the mechanical chariot behind to remove the holy objects that suppress the power of the blood clan and save Mi You, it should not attract too many people's attention."
In just two or three seconds, Oliver's brain began to move rapidly, thinking about a series of strategies to take action.
He slowly put his right hand behind him and began to surging the flame demon source power in his body without spells, forming spirits without leaving any traces.
"It seems that he is indeed strong and weak." The heavy voice of "Furry Wolf" then came into Oliver's ears, which made him feel much more relaxed.
He looked in the direction of the "Fur Wolf", and the broken rope was tied back to Brett's arms, and was quietly bound without any trace, without any trace of being cut off.
"Brett is indeed powerful." Oliver said in secretly:
"And he is an elite who is meticulous and quick to react. He should have picked up the rope without leaving any trace while we were talking, then wrapped his arms around, and avoided being seen through the way of holding the broken mouth. I guess he must be very nervous now and tried to maintain the rope without falling."
"Or why don't you eat something first." "Furry Wolf" naturally did not hear Oliver's heart, but turned around and pointed to the food lunch box and said.
"Okay." Oliver silently "extinguished" the flame magic power in his right hand, and responded with a smile on his face, relaxedly:
"Did you make those delicious foods? If you cultivate meat, it would be too uninnovative. You know, I am a psychotrope. I can eat many ingredients that are contaminated by the unintentional virus. For me, I only pursue nutritional delicacies."
"Of course." "Furry Wolf" nodded rarely:
"One is yours, and the other is that big guy. After all," "The Wolf" whispered in a weird tone near Oliver's ear:
"There are a lot of ingredients on that big mechanical chariot, and my assistant, Little Wolf, was used to cook. The guys in the Socra Committee are really rich, otherwise they can still eat good food and use good food, hum."
"Haha, some people endure 'hunger' and some people 'eat'; some people 'have no desires and no demands', some people 'greedy'; some people 'work hard and running', some people 'lazy'; some people 'moderate and cautious', and naturally some people 'arrogant and irritable'. It seems that the seven evils advocated by the Bishop are not nonsense." Oliver talked affectionately about the topic of philosophy.
"Forget it, you can eat something first. The boy 'Little Wolf' is pretty good at cooking. When he has time, he asked him to make more things. I remember that he was a child from a famous chef's family in Kenster City, but his parents were innocently executed because they offended the local committee. He struggled to crawl out of blood. Not to mention this, the 'Little Wolf', let Oliver, lose...the superpower, see your skills." The "Furry Wolf" ordered.
"Okay." "Little Wolf" responded in a green voice.
Oliver looked up and saw that the assistant of the "Fury Wolf" who was called the "Little Wolf" was wearing a military green uniform, but the joints and important parts were covered with a layer of standard armor equipped for the Imperial Army similar to the "Fury Wolf" around him. It was almost the type of "New Dollar A-03 modification", and it was a type that was half new and half old and not old.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The characteristic of this type of armor is that it can cover all important parts of the body, and it uses soft materials to resist scratching by unintentional people while serving as a buffering effect, as well as bullet attacks from ordinary guns.
In addition to wrists and knees, chest, abdomen and neck, they can provide protection, but they cannot protect the "little wolf"'s face covered in gray and black dirt and various tiny scars.
Just as they were thinking that they would take a dagger or use the power of magic to attack the position that they could not protect with their armor. Or, after sending them away and quietly fleeing here, Oliver suddenly smelled the fragrance of meat.
It's the fragrance of meat with blood!
"The master asked me to cook two dishes for you, which was also my elder brother's order. He trusted you very much. Even if you had just returned from the Imperial Legion, he still gave you such an important task as Brett to watch alone. I remember that the elder brother said just morning that the Socra Committee had already bid 30,000 Singapore dollars, or 1,000 New Ducat for redemption." "Little Wolf" said casually.
He took out the two ceramic plates in the square, worn-out iron food lunch box, and the food they were filled with, and placed in the center of the metal square table, and pointed at them and continued:
"The first dish is 'blood-tranquil meat'. First, steam the edible meat for a few minutes, and the half-baked state is best. Then pour it directly on the treasured lost blood, then add pepper, salt, and some powder from the heart of the "Silent Wolf" to taste. And whether it looks or tastes, the taste of this dish is not much different from the real steak."
Chapter completed!