Chapter 3856: Captain, Don’t Shoot!
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I made an appointment to collect rent tomorrow, but did not agree on a meeting time. I thought that the retired Akara had lost his carefulness as a great elder. Linya and Lena told me not to worry. Retired old people are like this, they are free. Being idle and gradually losing the sense of time.
The former great elder raced against time, but now the great elder wasted his time and completely degenerated.
Okay, I admit, Linya and Lena didn't say that, they were just complaining to themselves. If they dissect themselves more carefully, there may be a little fear and uneasiness in it.
Akala used to be the brains of the alliance, controlling the operations of the entire alliance. Without me, it’s okay, but without her, it’s not possible. It’s just like a person without arms and legs. He’s just a stick under Kira. He can’t die. You can also put it in a jar and put it on the door as a decoration. If you have no brains, you can't even do it if you are in a vegetative state. You can just go to the crematorium and bury it.
Even though Linya and Lena are on top, it's not that I don't believe in their abilities, it's just a dependence mentality. I'm used to Akala's command, and I hit wherever he points me to. I'm wise and powerful, I never make mistakes, and I don't have to use my brain at all. Thinking about it, now that I have retired, I have completely retired, and I don’t care about anything at all. I am a bit headless, rushing around without knowing what to do.
In the morning, after breakfast, Linya Lena went to work. Even if the two weak little women knew the way, there was a possibility of being stopped and bullied halfway. It was written like this in the novel. As their husband and brother, of course I was duty-bound, As a flower protector, I protected all the way to the familiar fountain in the square. When I saw the familiar aging figure, I said goodbye and divided the troops into two groups to converge towards Akara.
"Grandma Akara, I've been waiting for a long time. Have you had breakfast?"
"I've only been sitting for a while, and I've had breakfast." Akara stood up slowly and said slowly. Time seemed to slow down on her, and you could clearly feel it when standing next to her.
I looked stern, you Akara, you are pretending to be retired, but you are secretly cultivating. I have already thought about the script to collect the rent later, but someone refuses to obey and tries to evade the rent by force. I wave my arms and count. Surrounded by ten men, you looked indifferent, shouted and hit Varudo, and then Ola Ola Ola Ola. When everyone came to their senses, there were corpses on the ground... no, it was minced meat on the ground, and people with their backs turned Everyone left slowly, leaving behind an empty and desolate old figure filled with endless reveries.
The eyeballs were shattered with shock, and he has become a powerful person in the world. He may not know who the savior is, what he looks like, whether he has moral integrity, or whether he is dressed as a woman, but he is the Grand Elder of the Alliance, the strongest human being on the surface, an old woman with two guns, a nun with one punch, and a purple dress. Dragon, Platinum Star, Fanma Akara, everyone knows about it.
After thinking about it, Akara had already walked out. I quickly caught up with him, a few steps behind, and looked around.
"Grandma Akara?"
"Well, do you have any questions?"
"Just the two of us going?"
"Haha, what's the problem?"
"No, I think rent collection is quite serious." I tried hard to think of my words, but I couldn't say it too harshly - whether your rent collection is legal or not is a matter of debate. Who is a good person and who is a bad person? Whether the alliance is the largest black society organization, since I have become your Akala's thug and lackey, I can only go to the dark side in one way, and I have no way to interfere.
The question is, if we act in a bad way, we must be prepared to be punished by the iron fist of justice. How can we avoid it? How to achieve the goal of being one foot high and the devil being one foot high?
This question is the simplest. There are many horses in our alliance, and there is strength in numbers!
Three thousand Rogge archers, are they enough? If it's not enough, add 5,000 mercenaries. Is that enough? There are still a few masters left, call Karina, summon the gorilla, reincarnate the old drunkard from the dirty soil, and the hell ferry master!
I’m just asking you if you’re afraid, if you’re afraid, this lineup, not to mention Rogge’s camp, has the guts to go to the angels to collect rent... Okay, let’s forget it, forget it, Boss Akara, Sister Fanma, spare them Take your life, heaven is not worth it!
After all, to collect rent, you have to recruit a large army, not to mention whether you will encounter violence problems, mace on the shoulder, bulging crotch around the waist, mohawk, chewing gum, smoky eyes, purple nose ring Lip tattoos and face tattoos, a group of promising young people walking on the street, so grand and well-mannered that the crowds are empty. They are at the peak of their debut. Maybe even before the team arrives, people will already take the initiative to send money to their doorsteps.
I call this behavior happy rent collection, but it is clear that Akara did not realize it.
"It's quite serious, so the two of us are enough."
In this case, I will not play charades with Akala. This matter must be explained clearly, and my life cannot be lost in vain.
"What if I don't want to pay the rent? Three hundred swordsmen and axe-men ambushed me behind the door, smashed the cup as a sign, and took my dog's head. I'm fine. Grandma Akara, you are too old to bear it."
"No, no, we are all reasonable people, and we have already agreed beforehand." Akara smiled and gave up, not taking it seriously.
Innocent! Verbal agreements are useful, but why do we need a contract written in black and white? The contract is useful, what do we need the police to do?
There is no other way. Since Akara is so confident, I can only accompany her for this one trip. What's worse, if I had known that I would have had a fuller breakfast, maybe from now on, I would only be able to eat the soul-stirring steamed buns made by Vilas.
Akara's steps were gentle, but not slow. Unknowingly, he had walked out of the Adventurer's Paradise and passed through several shopping streets. The noisy and lively atmosphere was like clothes, gradually falling off, peeling off, but people were still coming and going on the road. , but a bit more elegant and quiet. The chasing and fighting children, wearing masks, holding wooden swords, playing ping-pong, circled the newly planted green branches on both sides of the road, passing by from time to time, and then suddenly disappeared behind a certain door.
"The planning is good, I want to move here." Looking at the well-proportioned and unique townhouses, smooth trails, and acres of tree-lined trees, I nodded lightly, feeling like a residential community in the original world. Son.
When I think of the home of the Mages Guild, it opens to the grassland and the jungle serves as the backyard. To put it mildly, it is pristine and close to nature. At worst, it is an uninhabited suburb or countryside. It lacks a little bit of popularity, and there are noisy neighbors. There is no shortage of them. In the past, there were explosions every day.
"Then I'll leave you a house?" Akara asked with a smile.
"Let's forget it." After thinking about it, this place couldn't stand the trouble after all. Calling friends, having a dinner, not only disturbing the people, but sparking a little spark, maybe half the street would be gone, and the Mages Guild would still be comfortable to live in. , from the prairie. I took the first breath of fresh air in the morning. It came from the misty forest and the upper reaches of the mother river that meanders through it. I took the first pee first.
I just didn’t expect that Akara, you are actually an evil real estate developer!
We stopped in front of a large mansion. Different from other double-story wooden houses that seemed to have been copied and pasted, this was a quite large mansion. There were no big red lacquer pillars, stone lions, glazed tiles, nine rows and seven columns. At the same time, it is simple, but compared to other cookie-cutter houses, it is also very heavy, refined and restrained, and looks quite grand.
The door is half open, and inside is a zigzag closed structure. It is deep and quiet, and you can't see the bottom. There are only one building connected to another, which is not luxurious at all. It is grand at best, occupying half of the street, so that People can't help but think about what kind of big family this is and how fertile it is.
There were people waiting in front of the door, and they saw Akara with a small follower, and several old men with white beards who looked older than Akara, trembling slightly and leaning on crutches, came up to greet him.
The one in the lead looks familiar, my memory is not very good. He seems to be a member of the elderly tour group?
What happened next was a little weird. I originally thought it would be a battle of words, swords and swords, intrigues, intrigues, smiles hiding knives, but the plan is full of daggers.
As a result, two pairs of withered and old hands were held tightly together, and nothing could be said.
Immediately, the familiar old man clapped his hands, and a bunch of adventurers walked out of the door behind him. I thought to myself that no matter how much we cherish each other, even if we are childhood sweethearts, we can't avoid talking about money and hurting our feelings. What is supposed to come will come after all. Yes, Akara, get out of the way, I will add a new word to this big house.
Among this group of adventurers with considerable strength, two of them are experts in the field. Most of the rest are pseudo-field masters. A few peripheral ones also have the strength of the state of mind. The top adventurers of the second world have half-stepped into the second world. The three worlds are so terrifying.
Hidden dragons and crouching tigers, hidden deep and hidden, is this the heritage of a big family? My eyes narrowed and I was about to exert my strength when I saw these people carrying a box half as high as a person. It was a heavy metal box, or a safe would be more appropriate. I didn’t know what valuables were contained in it. If there is such a formation in the seed box, the golden holy clothes will not be obtained, right?
The box was lifted in front of me. The scene was solemn and solemn, which made people think of the flag-handling ceremony.
The old man also came to me. He was old and turbid, but his eyes were full of wisdom, filled with tears, and shining with deep hope.
"Elder Fan, the future of the continent depends on you!"
"???"
No, you are such a cold-blooded person, and you have confused me a bit. Why do you think the future of mainland China is entrusted to me? Can you throw the pole over my shoulder so early in the morning? It's yours from the mainland? My future?
Why can't you entrust me with the beautiful unmarried girls from your big family?
Although as a savior, I have long been used to carrying as many burdens as they come, but I feel that people should still have lofty goals in life. Can everyone work together to divide the seven giants?
"Wu, put the box away, don't let this determination go down."
Okay, I’ve figured out my position, I’m just a bag carrier. Also, are you sure you didn’t make a typo on Akara? Is it intention or determination?
"Linya, I'm begging you too." Before leaving, the old man couldn't help feeling lonely and murmured.
"???"
Subconsciously, he turned around and his eyes fell right on top of the imposing door. The big characters "Edward's Family" were clearly visible.
Look at that group of people again, especially the women. Their eyebrows do look a bit like Linya's.
Looking back carefully, I seem to have met several of them several times.
Hi, my family, my family!
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