Suddenly, the observant Gray Linte caught a glimpse of the old man making a hidden gesture from the corner of his eye...
Without any time to think, he shouted directly at Joan and Alister.
"Back off!"
Then a man rushed up...
Considering that the enemy he might face was a large number of natives, Gray Lint had actually put on a layer of hard rhinoceros leather armor under his clothes before he came over.
This does not protect against bullet penetration, but it is still no problem in preventing the hacking of these weak agricultural tools.
That is to say, MI9 is not equipped with full metal armor, otherwise he would definitely prepare one.
There was no intention to kill anyone. After Gray Linte rushed in, he deliberately withdrew a lot of strength. However, with his "enhanced version of the barbarian" physical fitness, even if he withdrew some strength, he would still be able to kill him with one blow.
, to make someone lose their fighting ability.
These farm tools may have been used for a long time and most of them are dull.
Some are even just a stick.
Therefore, Glalint only needs to pay attention to avoid the attack to the head, and then he can let go of the attack.
After an accidental cut by the enemy at the slit in the leather armor on his right shoulder, Gray Lint almost ran away, completely letting go of his strength...
Fortunately, reason still stopped him.
In less than ten minutes, indigenous people were lying on the ground at the entrance of the "Lakeside Manor"...
Gray Linte 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.
After taking a long breath, he commanded Alister emotionlessly:
"Tie them all up."
Joan next to her was currently immersed in the violent aesthetics that Gray Lint had just shown...
Since he didn't bring any ropes, Alister had to use local materials and cut off a few native coats to use as ropes.
After a moment, Joan also reacted and began to help Alister tie him up.
In fact, tying them up is just to avoid trouble.
Gray Lint was completely confident that even if the previous battle were to happen again, the result would not change. After all, extraordinary people who prefer melee combat would completely crush ordinary people in their battles. And among the people on the ground, there were several
Gray Linte didn't have the strength to stop him, and he even broke his bones after being hit by him, making him no longer a threat.
Ignoring Alister and Joan's efforts to kidnap the natives, Gray Linte went directly to the manor.
As he advanced, several half-year-old children and more than a dozen women came to the manor. They all looked at Gray Lint with fear and hatred, eager to launch an attack.
For these opponents with lower force value, Gray Lint didn't even have the intention to take action.
He just inspired the "majesty" again and said in a deep voice:
"Now, I think you might be willing to talk 'reason' with me."
Most of the sober natives at the entrance of the manor also heard this.
Seeing Gray Linte's devilishly cold expression, accompanied by his emotionless voice, the inside and outside of the manor fell into a temporary silence.
After a while, Graylint felt a little embarrassed when he didn't get an answer.
…………
Until Joan tied up the last native.
"How about you just use '2-29' to ask."
When Morgan introduced "2-29" to Gray Lint that day, she also heard the details of this sealed artifact.
Nodding silently, Gray Lint took the illusory black "Eye of Nightmare" from Joan's hand.
"Alister, take him into the house."
He pointed at the skinny old man who seemed to be the talker here.
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At this moment, inside the manor, surrounded by women and children, blocking the view, a young man about the same age as Gray Linte emerged from behind.
"No, please don't hurt Uncle Briese."
"I'll go with you!"
He has short brown fluffy hair, soft facial features, but a bit of strong eyebrows, and a straight nose. He is not tall. At first glance, he is less than 1.7 meters tall. He is wearing a simple and clean cheap formal suit.
.
He has a distinct Loen face.
The most interesting thing is that he is holding a red-brown spruce violin in his hand.
According to Gray Lint’s understanding, this kind of wood is produced in Feneport, and the best quality is the spruce wood cut from the Holy Mountain of Feneport. It is said that one pound of spruce, ten pounds of gold. This kind of wood is the most suitable
One of the woods used to make violins.
Of course, Grelint, who has rich knowledge, can judge that the violin in this young man's hand is just an ordinary Feneport spruce violin, not the kind produced in the Holy Mountain.
"who are you?"
Gray Linte didn't feel any threat from him, so he asked quite relaxedly.
"My name is Maureen Warner."
He paused briefly, seeming to be struggling with how to explain his identity.
"I'm a violinist."
"Well, or I can tell you this, I'm a musician from Duxi County."
Regarding the pride that could not be concealed in this young man's words, Gray Linte replied amusingly:
"But what we are looking for are rebels."
"'Rebels'! Do you understand?"
"Among the aboriginal people of East Balam, they are people who fight with your compatriots of Loen from the same country and race."
"Now is not the time to talk about 'elegant' music with you."
He emphasized the word "elegance" very strongly, with unabashed ridicule and joking in his tone.
This made the face of the young man opposite turn red:
"I am the one they are hiding. There are no other 'resistance' here."
He also deliberately pronounced the word "resistance" carefully.
Gray Lint was a little surprised. Why are these natives hiding such a Loen violinist? Isn't this "Maureen Warner" really a member of the resistance?
what is this?
There is no class that betrays its interests, but there are individuals who betray the class?
After a few seconds of silence, Gray Lint integrated the illusory "2-29" into his eyes and said to the old man "Briser":
"I think now you should be able to tell me what you are hiding."
"Otherwise, I will hand you all over as military merit."
"Note, this includes your women and children."
While saying these words, he continued to inspire the majesty of the "Ring of Command."
Briese raised his head, looked around at his fellow tribesmen who were watching him, sighed, and then looked at Maureen Warner quite apologetically.
"Yes, my lord."
He said.
"There are no rebels here, sir, and we have never had the guts to deceive you."
"Of course, we have never provided services to those rebels."
"As you can see, this child is Maureen Warner. He is a pure-blood Loen noble, isn't he?"
The meaning of "noble" here is that anyone with Loen bloodline is regarded as a "noble" who is superior to others in the eyes of the aboriginal people.
Under the gaze of "2-29", Gray Lint judged that the other party was not lying.
Therefore he did not interrupt Brisei's narrative.
"What I said to this noble lady before is also true."
He said this.
"The difference is that reclaiming Lakeside Estate is not a risky decision on our part."
"But there is a 'rebel' you call telling us that he can help us remove the influence left by the 'devils' in previous years, so that we can farm with peace of mind."
"As a condition, we need to take care of Mr. Warner for a period of time."
"He is not a 'rebel', sir! I agree to this condition."
He narrowed his eyes and spoke humbly:
"There are two reasons why we concealed it before."
"Sir, I think someone as noble as you must be able to understand us."
"We don't want the fact that Lakeside Manor has returned to normal to spread, because it means we will lose this rich farmland, and the big shots will definitely use various reasons to take away this land."
"It never belonged to you."
Joan couldn't help but correct her. In her opinion, the manor that had returned to normal should be returned to its original owner and returned to Mr. Jeff's hands.
"No, ma'am, it was ours two hundred years ago."
"What?"
Briese muttered something quietly but quickly, so that Joan, who was not very proficient in English, could not hear him clearly.
"nothing!"
"Miss"
"I mean, you're right." He increased his voice.
"Another reason for our concealment is that Mr. Warner is a person sent by the 'rebels' after all. Out of caution, of course we dare not tell you directly."
At the same time, Gray Lint, who judged that he was not lying at all, clearly felt his own spiritual relaxation.
His "Barbarian" potion obviously digested a large part of it!
It seems that one of the rules for playing "Barbarian" should be:
"Use violence to 'persuade' people who are also unwilling to reason and achieve their own goals."
Will it be better if you cooperate early? It’s true!
With a slander, Gray Linte silently took off the "Eye of Nightmare", and then said to Joan:
"Well, he didn't say panic, Joan."
"We can call it a day, there are indeed no rebels here."