did not take these nearly twenty mercenaries in his eyes, Sean's words naturally caused great anger among everyone.

Their strength is indeed not very good, and in the eyes of some real bigwigs, they may not even have the qualifications to be pawns, but they have also survived countless battles. Mercenaries, living a life of licking blood from the knife edge, but it doesn't mean that they are fools or idiots, if you change to someone whose strength is better than them, no matter how humiliated these mercenaries feel, they will silently bow their heads and leave.

But Sean?

If they don't have the qualifications to be pawns, they are at least qualified to bubble up on this big stage and be a trick. And a person who doesn't even have the strength of the lower bronze will definitely not even have the opportunity to bubble up as a trick - whether it is a mercenary or a soldier of the army, or a candidate of other major guilds, at least it must be the strength of the lower bronze.

Therefore, for Sean's unashamed words, even the leader of the Bloody Cry Mercenary Group felt angry.

Of course, the reason for his anger was different from the others, after all, he had seen Sean fight those cave demons, but he also thought that at least Alfred had to be qualified to say such things. Up until this point, he had regarded Sean as an idiot aristocrat who did not know anything about the world, and only Alfred should be the true commander of their small group.

The middle-aged man with a figure comparable to Hank slowly raised his right hand, and the other two people next to him who looked very imposing also raised their right hands, except for the leader of the Bloody Cry Mercenary Regiment. But even if he raised his hand, it was useless, because there were only two people left around him, and he was afraid that if he really raised his hand, those two people might not listen to him, so there was no need to lose this face.

Sean knew that when the hand fell, it was the moment when the two sides went to war.

The sneer on the corner of his mouth grew stronger.

Just when the hands of these mercenary leaders were about to fall, Alfred's figure finally appeared in the eyes of the other mercenaries.

He wears a badly torn leather jacket on his upper body, a pair of coarse cloth pants that are very common on the bottom, a pair of dark black metal armours on his hands, and an iron spear in his right hand that is clearly the Crypt Demon standard. But the owner, who was wearing this terrible mix-and-match, didn't care at all, he walked up from behind like a leisurely step, and every time he took a step forward, the awe-inspiring momentum like a fierce beast on his body would swell a little.

The three leaders of different mercenary groups, when they saw Alfred, the corners of their eyes twitched slightly, but the raised hand did not dare to fall easily, but in the end, they could only take it back with some embarrassment. And the mercenaries who belonged to them around them, after seeing the gesture of the regiment commander, there was obviously a sense of relief on their faces, as if they felt that they didn't have to fight Alfred, which was something to be happy about.

However, the most unnatural look on his face belonged to the leader of the Bloody Mercenary Group. Especially after he saw a hole in the left chest of the dress on Alfred's body, which was obviously torn open by extremely rough means, the muscles of his face suddenly twitched uncontrollably, and no one knew better than him that this dress was the one he wore before the deputy head of the Bloody Mercenary Regiment.

Compared to the feeling of oppression caused by Alfred's presence, Cecilia looked a little cold when she followed from behind. Except for a few mercenaries who glanced at Cecilia sideways, and their eyes showed a bit of desire that made Sean's face gloomy, the vast majority of them thought Cecilia was transparent. But it's no wonder, after all, although Cecilia looks like a girl, the immaturity on her face still can't be eliminated, and for these experienced mercenaries, it is naturally easy to judge Cecilia's true identity.

It is precisely because of this that they did not take Cecilia seriously. Because no one would believe that there would be such a young magician, even the magic genius advertised by the Maggie Empire now only became an official magician at the age of fifteen, who would have thought that a girl who was at most fourteen years old this year would be one step faster than that genius?

What's more, although Cecilia is now a magician, after all, the aura on her body is not obvious, and there are only so few magics she can do, so it is really hard to believe that this is really a magician.

However, outsiders didn't know what to say, and Sean didn't bother to talk about it, his eyes swept over the faces of all the mercenaries one by one, and grasped the changes in the expressions on their faces.

It's just that he didn't expect that Alfred would have such a terrifying influence and status in the hearts of these mercenaries in Cerroda Village. This shadow of strength was obviously not formed overnight, but a kind of fear that was formed after a long period of subtlety, and Sean found that he probably needed to reassess Alfred's intelligence.

These thoughts flashed through Sean's heart.

And those mercenaries, when they saw Alfred standing by Sean's side, how could they not understand what this meant, but they were still reluctant to give up the interests of this large area in front of them, and a mercenary leader asked knowingly: "Old Fred, what do you mean by this?" Are you going to stand by the side of this nobleman? Don't forget, what that brute treated you like Freggen. ”

The mercenaries are all straight-hearted, and even this verbal conspiracy is straightforward.

The corners of Sean's mouth were still slightly raised, but it was not a sneer, but a very happy smile.

"What do you mean, Commander?" Alfred ignored it, his voice was not loud, but it was enough to make sure everyone could hear it clearly.

Everyone was slightly surprised, and at first everyone thought it was a joke, because of Alfred's hatred of the nobles, no one in the entire village of Cerroda did not know. But when everyone found out that Alfred was really standing half behind Sean - this is the unspoken rule of the mercenary group, in order to show respect for the leader, he will never fight side by side with the head of the group - everyone finally believes that Alfred is not joking.

Because Alfred never disdained to flatter or act, not to mention that these mercenaries could hear that Alfred, the head of the group, was so sincere.

It's just that they can't believe that this extremely violent and bloody lion of the Tindes Leader would actually bow his arrogant head and put away his sharp claws to a nobleman!

"Since these things belong to your old Fred, but we can't let our brothers run this trip in vain." The other mercenary leader spoke in a deep voice, his language art was much more mellow than the last, "We people, only a third of the total. After thinking about it, he added: "It's just the top two layers." ”

As long as there are one-third of the total number of spider eggs in the second- and third-level platforms, this concession is indeed very respectful of Alfred, but even if it is one-third, it is also a share of tens of thousands of gold coins. If it is in other places or other times, since the other party gives face like this, Sean will generally choose to retreat, after all, it is not a good thing to hurt the harmony, who knows if Lu Dao will meet again in the future.

However, not this time!

Because the original purpose of these people was to kill themselves, in the face of such an enemy, where would Sean be polite to them? Moreover, in Sean's eyes, these people are actually no different from dead people.

So he and Alfred didn't hear each other's voices: Sean still looked at the nearly twenty mercenaries with a smile on his face, and Alfred also put on a respectful enough appearance and stood on his side waiting for instructions.

So silent, the chill gradually rose.

I don't know if it's because of the chill caused by the silence, or if it's because of the cold in the cavern.

Just as the faces of all the mercenaries became more and more gloomy, Sean's voice finally rang out: "No one will be left." ”

The burly middle-aged man finally couldn't hold back his anger and cursed loudly: "Old Fred, I gave you face not because we were afraid of you, but because of your past prestige. Let such a little ghost ......"

Before the burly middle-aged man finished speaking, he saw that the leader of the Bloody Weeping Mercenary Regiment had already turned around and ran towards the road for the second time, and his two subordinates immediately ran after seeing the reaction of the regiment leader, and the frightened look on the faces of the three did not look like a fake. The others, however, were still a little dazed, because they hadn't figured out what the three people from the Bloody Mercenary Group were running for.

But soon, the leaders of the three mercenary groups suddenly realized something, and their faces changed suddenly.

There was a blazing heat in the air, bringing some warmth in the cold cavern, but the next moment, when the blood splashed out, no one felt any warmth.

The head of the most burly mercenary group looked at his chest in disbelief, the clothes in his heart had been burned, revealing a small hole about the size of his tail finger, and he knew that his heart was pierced by the flash of flame just now, and there was no blood flowing out of it at this moment, because the blood had been evaporated by the high temperature. However, there was still a look of disbelief on his face, why would that exquisite-looking aristocratic little girl be so spicy and sophisticated?

But in the next moment, he didn't need to know what the Dao was for, because his consciousness was already shrouded in darkness.

Alfred, on the other hand, jumped down from the edge of the platform and stabbed at the commander of the other mercenary group.

The guns are like dragons!

As for Sean, he chased after the leader of the Bloody Cry Mercenary Regiment with a dash, the Charles sword in his hand was already unsheathed, and the three-colored light flowing on it was like an invitation from the god of the underworld. At this moment, Sean didn't need to retain any strength at all, and he also knew that these people were the last remaining people of the mercenary group that followed him, so at the same time as the sprint was launched, he had also activated the adrenal stimulation.

"Since you're here, don't go." Sean's words fell lightly in the ears of the leader of the blood-weeping mercenary group.

A chill rose from behind his cervical spine.

None is left, what is left is the spider eggs, and what is left is these enemies!

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