When this unexpected discordant sound came out, Ron didn't say anything to stop it, just frowned.

Sean shook his head, the businessman's profit-seeking and suspicious faults, Ron really inherited all the same. Of course, this is not Ron's fault, it can only be said that the environment he lives in is like this, and there is no way to do it.

But......

Sean finally glanced up at the brawny man standing behind Fawkes.

This is a very burly man, Sean suspects that this person has the blood of the bear clan, but this should have been hundreds of years ago, and the bloodline in his body that has been passed down to this day should have become very thin, and now there are only obvious characteristics such as a burly physique. And people like this usually choose a class that is mainly defense-based, after all, there will be an effect bonus similar to the attributes.

But this man is not like this.

He wears a willow nail breastplate, a rudimentary piece of armor that is held in place by willow nails and then connected to the front and back by shoulder straps, which is used to wear a simple piece of armor that is focused on the heart area. However, the armor is rudimentary, but it has also increased in other aspects, the most obvious is that the coordination and range of movement of the hands can be greatly increased, and the behavior habits and characteristics of the person who uses this armor are also clear at a glance.

The Norse Empire has a class advancement called Berserker, and its standard armor is this style of willow nail breastplate.

However, the burly man in front of him could never be a berserker, because it was a standard fifth-order special class. As long as Ron has one such person, and then casually paired with a dozen or so third-order professions, it is enough to sweep away that kobold tribe.

So Sean's gaze, after only stopping on his body for a moment, looked at his hands—the hands were slightly open, the bones and joints protruded, and both palms were calloused, which was obviously the result of long-term use of long weapons. Combined with the size and outfit of this burly man, Sean has already determined his career development.

A wrestler.

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 meant." Ron didn't expect Sean to ignore his subordinate so simply, but when he handed over the command to Sean, Ron was also not at ease, because there was no fact to prove that Ron was an excellent commander, not to mention that Sean was only a second-order.

The meaning of this class, which is represented on the Miracle Continent, is "apprentice".

"Bang!"

The brawny man crossed over Fawkes and slammed his hands on the table with a loud noise that drew the attention of everyone else in the inn hall.

"Imp, tell you, the real commander of the team is me!" The strong man said in a deep voice, his voice was indeed like a roaring violent bear, "Ha, it's just a second-order warrior, he actually wants to be a commander, or command a team composed of all third-order strengths, is it possible for such a ridiculous thing to happen in this world?" ”

"When we passed through the Starfall Forest, the rest of the team was all third-order powerhouses." Cecilia glanced at the strong man and said nonchalantly, "By the way, Sean was only a first-order mercenary at that time." ”

Cecilia's voice was soft, not as loud as that of a strong man, but the three people on the other side could hear it clearly.

"It's one of the funniest jokes I've heard this year." The strong man's originally somewhat annoyed face had disappeared, and all that was left was a sneer, "A mercenary of the first order? ”

The sarcasm is obvious.

Cecilia was not annoyed, but his eyes swept from bottom to top, and that gaze was like a chef observing which texture was more appropriate to cut from, and as Cecilia's gaze swept over, the strong man actually felt a faint stinging illusion. At this moment, he understood that the little girl in front of him had really experienced killing, and her current strength could already threaten his safety, otherwise he would not have had this illusion. …,