Chapter 36 (1/2)

Ron didn't stop the unexpected discordant sound, just frowned.

Sean shook his head. The businessman was profit seeking and suspicious. Ron really inherited it all. Of course, it's not Ron's fault. It can only be said that the environment in which he lives is like this. There's no way.

But

Sean finally glanced up at the strong man standing behind fox.

This is a very burly man. Sean suspects that this man has the blood of the bear family, but it should have been hundreds of years ago. The blood in his body should have become very thin. What remains now is only the obvious feature of being burly. For people like this, the occupation they usually choose must be mainly defensive. After all, they will have an effect bonus similar to that on attributes.

But this man is not so.

He is wearing a willow nail breastplate, which is a kind of crude armor that uses willow nails to fix the armor pieces, and then uses shoulder straps to connect the front and rear armor pieces, so as to wear it on the body and only focus on the defense of the heart. However, the armor is simple, but there has been an increase in other aspects. The most obvious is that the coordination and movement range of both hands can be greatly increased, and the behavior habits and characteristics of people using this armor are also clear at a glance.

In the Nordic Empire, there was an advanced profession called crazy warrior. Its standard armor was the style of willow nail breastplate.

However, the burly man in front of him can never be a crazy soldier, because it is a standard level 5 special occupation. Ron, as long as there is one such person, and then casually matched with a dozen third-level occupations, it is enough to sweep the dog headed man tribe.

So Sean's eyes, after only a slight pause on his body, looked at his hands - the range of his hands was slightly open, the bones and joints were raised, and both palms had calluses, which was obviously the result of long-term use of long weapons. Combined with the figure and dress of this burly man, Sean has determined his career development.

A Hercules.

After looking at the man, Sean looked at Ron again: ”it seems that Mr. Ron doesn't trust me very much.”

”That's not what I mean.” Ron didn't expect that Sean would ignore his subordinates so simply, but when he handed over the command to Sean, Ron was also not at ease, because there were no facts to prove that Ron was an excellent commander, not to mention that Sean was only second-order.

This class represents the meaning of ”Apprentice” on the miracle continent.

”Bang!”

The strong man crossed fox, slapped his hands on the table and made a loud noise, attracting the eyes of others in the hotel hall.

”Kid, I tell you, the real commander of the team is me!” The strong man said in a deep voice. His voice was really like a roaring violent bear. ”Ha, it's just a second-class soldier. He actually wants to be a commander or command a team composed of third-class strength. Can such an absurd thing happen in the world?”

”When we passed through the forest of stars and meteorites, the others in the team were all third-order strength.” Cecilia glanced at the strong man and said, ”by the way, Sean was only a first-class mercenary at that time.”

Cecilia's voice was very quiet, not as loud as a strong man, but the three people opposite heard it clearly.

”This is the funniest joke I've heard this year.” The strong man's angry face had disappeared, and all that remained was a sneer, ”first-class mercenary?”

The irony is obvious.

Cecilia was not angry, but glanced at it from bottom to top. It was like a cook observing which texture was more appropriate to cut the knife. As Cecilia's eyes swept over, the strong man felt a tingling illusion. At this moment, he understood that the little girl in front of him had really experienced killing, and her strength could threaten his safety. Otherwise, he could not have this illusion.

But, a little girl, how is it possible?

”You're afraid.” Cecilia and the strong man looked at each other, and then showed a smile. It should have been a bright and friendly smile, but there was a chill. ”But also, how can a muscular person like you understand the profound meaning of the word” wisdom ”? I really shouldn't be too demanding for just a pig. ”

The strong man snorted angrily, stretched out his hand and grabbed it at Cecilia: ”little girl, do you want to die!”

”Da”.

Sean's hand suddenly rested on the strong man's wrist and stopped the strong man's further movement: ”enough.”

Ron and fox standing behind him frowned slightly.

They could see that the strong man didn't exert all his strength at the moment, but they also knew that the ancestor of the strong man had the blood of the bear family, so even if he didn't exert all his strength, it was not something that ordinary people could stop at will. But Sean just stretched out his hand and stopped the strong man's action. Even if Sean had tried his best at the moment, it was enough to prove that Sean's strength could not be measured by the general second-order degree.