Chapter 18 The Exorcist [3]

It's really not possible to say anything smart from the dead-faced old man's mouth. These guys are not the high-ranking nobles in Tallinn, let alone the arrogance and elegance of His Majesty. Well, everyone knows that the people who wander in the city of Tamsalu are either hooligans or bastards. And the slightly higher-grade ones are just hooligans and bastards in human skin.

It is said that after a necromancer mentioned the exorcist who made him a little afraid, the expression on his face was so rich that Boss Ma mistakenly thought that the old man was an extremely naive bastard. Of course, like Yohevi's salted belt fish, the taste of the Necromancer is a little heavy, um, very, very heavy.

On a good afternoon, enjoying the sunshine, but discussing with a bad old man when a guy will touch and stab him, I have to say that he is a little brain-damaged, but most of the mage gentlemen are troublemaker. With Charles's low profile, it's really a little admirable to be able to stay in his own shack like an old dog for several years.

The necromancer still maintains the traditional mage arrogance and wipes his pot of orchids. To be honest, this collocation is really a little out of place. No one will think that the necromancer will be a lover of flowers, or enjoy the rest of the warmth.

"Ah, ah, can your eyes be more pure?" Ma Hu frowned, and Norton beside him was nibbling two large burritos, which were given by Rackwell's hawker, and Lord Norton ensured that the poor man could not be harassed by most mercenaries for a long time to come. Of course, in fact, in the reputation of three cheaps, in the city of Tamsalu, this is simply a horizontal capital.

No one would have thought that the three guys who were just extremely low-key and slightly pretended to be dead at the beginning would reign like a king in a small city in the north at this moment. Of course, that statement is a little big, but it also vaguely shows that level. In the past few decades, I have never seen three guys who destroy such a tradition.

"Am I not pure?"

A taurean brother said so shamelessly that the Viking man beside him gave him a white look, and then said in a sneerful tone, "Yes, you are really pure, just like a small white flower next to the cesspit, which makes people tremble."

"Do you want to kneel on the ground and sing conquest?" The slightly threatening tone of the taurid made the tension in the room dissipate a lot. Charles sighed for a long time. He knew that it was impossible to be very serious about anything with the three bastards.

As for Shashili, he doesn't know what conquest is, which is unknown. But there is no doubt that the sarcasm of the Vikings still makes Norton neurotic. Of course, the convulsion duo did nothing in the room. Boss Ma was sad, held his head and muttered to himself, "My God, you two are really the best!"

"Is this a compliment?" Norton turned his head with a smile, looked carelessly, and winked at Charles.

The necromancer wanted to have a white eye, but he was nervous and made a wink eye, which made the taurus very disgusting. The Yohvi snack burrito in his hand didn't have time to swallow, and he was vomiting on the side.

The Vikings immediately roared: "You beast, can you not be disgusted in the room--"

Wow...

The response was a wild vomiting. The taurur drooled, stared at his eyes, gasped, and said with a disgusting face, "It's really... disgusting."

Mr. Ma's generous teeth were itching. He covered his nose and rushed out of the door. Sahili next to him cursed. Both of them stared at the Necromancer. Boss Ma scolded, "Bastard, can you be more normal?"

"Oh, my God, how did I know he would have such a big reaction?" The old man Charles obviously didn't expect this, so he curled his lips and the goatee didn't mean curly at all.

"Bastard, you damn old man, not to mention that stupid cow, even a boar can be killed by your damn lethal charming eyes! Oh, my God, this is fucking disgusting!" Sahili's shouting and scolding really spread a few streets, and then the Viking man roared like an outlet, "I swear I will never eat Yohervey's big burrito again!"

Boss Ma just endured the nausea, with his middle finger up, turned his head and roared in the room, "Norton, clean the house well! Otherwise, Sahili and I will cut off your dick--"

Can make Tiger. Mr. House was angry, and he was also a very awesome person.

So the whole north of the city cares about something, such as the disintegration of the three cheap guest groups, the horse boss hunting the taurman, Norton is unwilling to torture and escapes from the ** nest...

All kinds of speculations reflect that the people here are so tough and awesome, and they have a little more magical taste. It is really difficult for these poor guys to maintain this tough folk customs.

However, this kind of little ** still made Charles's depressed mood much better, and then discussed the topic of a murderer, which did not make the dead face mage so uncomfortable.

A group of guys huddled in the tavern opposite the church, peeling the freshly fried peanuts, chewing, and making a refreshing sound in their mouths, so the atmosphere became more and more easy-going. Looking at the sunlight outside the window, things become more and more unindifferent.

"What's the real name of that bastard? Do you always know?" Boss Ma glanced at Charles. Of course, he had a reason to do so. He is a frightening tiger Zorro. Most importantly, in the killer union, a lot of inadvertent news can be fully transmitted, which is the benefit of the news network.

At this time, the boss is eager to carry a big sniper at night, with two pieces of pagoda sugar in his mouth, and then stay in a dark corner and shoot the enemy in the distance fiercely. This is an extremely labor-saving method. Of course, if the opponent is a garbage, he will kill him with two knives. I'm sure I'm going to die.

It's just the title of nine five two seven. The killer union in Tamsalu City must be louder again.

However, this exaggerated way of fighting, for Charles, who knows nothing, is just a flower in the moon mirror in the water. What he can do is only be honored by the large number of people in the Black Tiger Mercenary Corps. In addition, he has a little catties of necromancer, which is used to describe this bad old man. It's really It's not too much. The mage, who should have been very awesome and cool, is almost equivalent to the word "dog" when it comes to Charles.

Even the Viking Han Shahili will cast a contemptuous look. You can imagine how much Charles's price has been dropped because of this little thing.

"Walter! Walter. Monlong! This bastard chased me from Riga to Tallinn. The king of Estonia is a bastard, a bastard and a garbage! Damn..." Judging from Charles's resentful eyes, he must have been stunned by the blow he suffered at the beginning. Most importantly, it seems that His Majesty the King of Estonia must have fooled him.

But then again, a stupid-looking mage like Charles is actually sorry for his IQ if he doesn't play with him.

Judging from Boss Ma's frivolous expression, he must have thought so.

Well... This is really an evil person.