Chapter 492 The trophy's counterattack, anger into anger
"Little guy! From now on, you are the trophy of our brother Francis!"
The strong man from the Iron Tower smiled ferociously and stretched out his hand towards Yan Anqing, intending to pull him out of the carriage like a chicken.
At this time, Yan Anqing just chuckled and said: "Mr. Robber, please wait a moment."
His polite appearance, not looking at the scene, just listening to his words, made people feel like he was talking to people at a noble banquet.
There seems to be a strange magic power in Yan Anqing's words.
Listening to his voice, the young man Tren stopped trembling, and the fear on the young girl Meili's face also faded a little.
The most important thing is that the tower-like robber, Francis, suddenly stopped his original movements.
He retracted his hand and forced a twisted, ugly smile: "Well? What else do you have to say?"
Big Francis has a dream!
His dream is to become a big shot. When others see him, they will respectfully call him "Sir" instead of "Hey, big man"!
This young man with black hair and black eyes accurately hit his weak spot.
"Brother, you..." Little Francis approached the carriage and was about to speak.
"Shut up!"
Snap!
Big Francis slapped him, making the left side of little Francis' face red and swollen: "Don't interrupt when I'm talking to someone! You should learn to respect your brother!"
After finishing speaking, he looked at Yan Anqing again.
He enjoyed the conversation with Yan Anqing.
The brief conversation with Yan Anqing made Francis feel like a noble nobleman, or a big shot helping noblemen.
Little Francis seemed to be used to being beaten. Although there was anger on his face, he stood aside silently.
Yan Anqing smiled and said in a calm tone: "Sir, I left home when I was eleven years old and traveled around the Austrian city-states. I walked through many cities and met many big people."
"In you, I see a temperament similar to those of those big shots."
After saying this, he slowly stood up and made a gesture to get out of the carriage.
Francis was so elated by what he said that he didn't worry about the thin young man escaping from him, and moved out of the way by accident.
Yan Anqing slowly walked out of the carriage, but did not go far. Instead, he stood in front of the carriage and said softly: "Mr. Robber, although my force is not worth mentioning, I have witnessed many things during my more than ten years of travel.
The growth of a great man.”
Lies come as soon as you open your mouth
He pointed to his eyes: "These eyes can tell who is qualified to be a master and who can only be an ordinary person."
"Without a doubt."
Yan Anqing said in an exclamatory tone: "Your physical talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life. You are a born knight, so I am a little surprised."
"What's weird?"
Francis frowned and felt a little unhappy.
He also felt that he had the talent to become a knight, but unfortunately he came from a poor background, his family had no money, and he had a rubbish younger brother, so he had long missed the entry age for the knight academy.
"Why don't you go to Hume College to donate money and become a 'distinguished teacher'?"
Yan Anqing looked puzzled: "With only nine quintero, you can become a specially appointed teacher, enjoy the same benefits as a genius student, learn the method of condensing fighting energy seeds, and soar to the sky."
As he spoke, he slowly took the small bag made of burlap from his waist and handed it to Big Francis: "Mr. Robber, we are destined to meet each other."
"I happen to still have nine quintero on me, so I'll use them as life insurance for me and these three."
"Take these nine gold coins and donate money to Hume College to become a specially appointed teacher. In the future, you can also become a knight respected by everyone."
The small bag made a crisp metallic collision sound, and little Francis next to him pricked up his ears.
"Brother! Don't listen to this bastard! He can definitely squeeze more money out of him!"
Little Francis put his hand into the bag: "Which college are you going to! We are already old, so we might as well do something big like this. Who knows, this kid is a child of some noble family. If we tie him up, we will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of our lives.
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The elder Francis was still hesitating at first, but when he saw the actions of the younger Francis, he grabbed his hand with disgust on his face, pulled it out, and immediately hung the money bag on his waist. It seemed that he had finally made a decision.
"I'm going to Hume College! Be a specially appointed teacher!"
No matter how much money Yan Anqing hides, what does it matter?
Even if you can squeeze a hundred quintero out of him, you will just sit back and live your whole life as a relatively wealthy low-class person!
If he successfully cultivates fighting spirit and becomes a knight, he will be qualified to become a human master.
Fighting spirit is an important cornerstone for entering the upper class society!
Francis felt that Yan Anqing was his confidant, and every word he said seemed to be the result that he had been thinking about for many years but could not come up with.
Yan Anqing smiled and clapped, and said slowly and softly in a strange tone: "When you go to Hume Academy, learn fighting spirit, and advance to become a knight, you can better support the two brothers."
"Brother! You think so too?"
In his ears, little Francis's voice was as usual.
But he never noticed that little Francis was holding a scimitar tightly in his hand and slowly came behind him.
Francis did not doubt that he was there, and focused his attention on the money bag: "Of course, after I become successful, our brothers..."
Poof!
The sharp blade penetrated his chest.
Blood and strength flow away together.
The distorted voice and face of Little Francis appeared in front of Big Francis: "Feed me? You, feed me? Who do you think you are? I am thirty-seven years old this year! Do I need you to support me? Do I need you to help me make a decision?"
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"It's good for me! You're doing it for yourself!"
"Ha! Francis, you are so powerful and strong! But you are still going to die now!"
"All Quintero belongs to me! I will take this money and live like a little nobleman!"
Because of his brother's unscrupulousness and revenge, Francis was in great pain, and his complexion became sallow due to the large amount of blood loss.
"A lifetime of hard work has resulted in a white-eyed wolf."
"Tsk..."
"If it were me, even if I die, I will die with him, right?"
Yan Anqing's voice sounded faintly.
"Young face, shut up!"
Little Francis roared angrily and was about to chop Yan Anqing with a knife: "What's valuable to you is just your face! I can sell it for a good price even if I cut off your hands and tongue!"
Because he looks ugly, speaks vulgarly, and is disliked by the opposite sex, he has never been interested in good-looking men.
But there has never been a man who could make him feel as disgusted as Yan Anqing.
Although what Yan Anqing said is true, precisely because it is true, it hurts people's hearts even more.
Little Francis always thought that although he was a robber who killed countless innocent people, he could also be regarded as a brave and loyal man.
Now it seems that he is just a despicable villain with no good qualities.
He became so angry that he decided to attack Yan Anqing.