Chapter 287 Patience Is for the Explosion (4K Update 90)

"I know you want to experience and prove yourself in dark areas, but don't forget how dangerous it is."

"This is not a foggy mountain range. Even if you ask for help after encountering danger, no one will be able to arrive in time."

Herbert looked at the people with different expressions and said seriously:

"Don't expect me to protect you forever. I have only one person, and I cannot guarantee that I can get to each of you in time."

"What you need to rely on and trust is your companions around you and the strength you gained from your hard training."

"Only you are the real experience."

"Otherwise, you are just young eagles under the protection of the female eagle's wings!"

After Herbert finished speaking, everyone was a little silent for a moment, and they were all thinking about Herbert's words.

It was obviously a tall empty slogan that could be seen everywhere, but they couldn't help but feel that what Herbert said seemed to be - it made a fucking sense!

yes.

If we only rely on him, wouldn’t we have never really faced danger?

Seeing that they were thinking and their situation was getting better, Herbert decided to add another fire to them.

Herbert spoke again, this time the inspirational breath in his voice became stronger.

"I know, you hate the chains tied to your hands and feel that this is a humiliation to you and a blasphemy to the warriors."

"But, if you think about it carefully, is this really a shackle for you?"

Herbert asked back, and also put a chain on himself - a circle heavier than the chains of everyone.

Click.

After the snap locked tightly, Herbert threw the key in his hand at will.

Then, before the key landed, Herbert easily exerted force with both hands and easily broke it under the shocking eyes of everyone.

Click!

"...what?" A scream that leaked from his mouth represented what most people think at this moment.

How is this possible!

They knew that Herbert was very strong and was one of the few strong men present to the advanced level.

Moreover, it is certainly special that it can be appointed as a protector by Bishop Rust Nail.

However, they never thought that this young man who looked gentle and even a little weak and literary has such a strong body.

This power, this powerful physical fitness... is it really something a noble disciple should have?

Is this what you should do when you break the chains with bare hands?

Isn't that what a reckless man like Cyril should do? ?

That's right, the one who was most shocked among the people at this moment was Cyril.

Others don’t know how much power it takes to directly break the chain, but he is not only born with divine power, but also the son of a blacksmith, who knows the characteristics of metal best.

In order to prevent the slave from escaping, these chains were all made of excellent cast iron, which was very hard!

Although the chains on Cyrill's hand are strong, as long as he is willing, they can break directly from a specific angle.

If you have to forcefully collapse, it will be hard and hard to do it. It is not impossible to do it, but your wrist will definitely be damaged and your skin will be broken.

However, the color on Herbert's hand...is obviously mixed with more precious magic metal!

In terms of strength and resilience, it is all on everyone's chains.

However, it was just such a chain that did not last for two seconds in Herbert's hands.

He was more shocked at the strength of Herbert's wrist than Herbert's strength.

The fair and flawless wrist did not leave any scars, or even a trace mark.

This, how is this possible! ! ?

Or, this chain has made special moves, but it is just a fake.

Or it means that Herbert's physical strength is much higher than this alloy...

After observing the expressions of the crowd, Herbert smiled with satisfaction and said, "These shackles cannot trap the real sword blade, right?"

He didn't need Cyril and other suspicious people to come and check it out, and he took the initiative to throw the broken chains in front of them.

Click.

After doing this casually, he looked indifferent and continued to whisper:

"You will not be trapped by this kind of iron, your body will not, your soul will not, and your will will not!"

"Remember, temporary patience is not a shame, it is all for the purpose of better execution of justice in the future."

"Remember, the fog wolf will only reveal itself when it bites its prey."

"Now, we are the foggy ghost wolf hiding in the thick fog, and those evil guys are our prey."

Speaking of the excitement, Herbert raised his right hand high, closed his four fingers together, and then... lowered his hand slightly, clenched his fists tightly in front of his chest, and hit his chest.

"Everything we do, all patience, all forbearance, just to stab the blade deeper!"

"Everything is all for justice!"

After passionately giving the passionate mobilization speech, Herbert left the dazed people and turned around and returned to the carriage in a cool manner.

After entering the secret space that is isolated from the inside and outside through magic, Herbert sighed slightly.

"Huh, I almost did something I couldn't do... Really, I didn't fail the exam again."

Herbert sighed, then lay down on his rocking chair and swayed peacefully.

What is my dad’s name? Dad's dad, call me grandpa ~

Cruff, crunch.

The interior space of the carriage was engraved with special runes by Sfanney, and the space was expanded by four times, enough for Herbert to toss and scramble inside.

Such a big place is just right for stuffing something that shouldn't be here, such as a luxurious big bed that is very suitable for four or five people to sleep together.

However, the big bed was occupied by a magnificent place at this moment.

The vampire prince, who had taken off his shoes, was occupying the magpie's nest, lying leisurely on it, his legs covered by white silk were raised and swaying back and forth.

She looked at Herbert's intent and a salted fish behind her, and curled her lips in disgust.

"Ha, I think all of these words you said are excuses of not wanting to be responsible."

"Um?"

Herbert opened his eyes, looked at the female (vassing) ghost lying on the bed, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that Herbert showed no sign of getting angry, Eliza was more confident and hummed:

"After saying so many excuses, aren't you going to leave them and do your own thing?"

"Since teleported to the city before, you've found the merchants with ease for these carriages and cages."

"I don't believe it if you say you didn't prepare in advance!"

Since leaving the teleportation array, Herbert first asked Cyrill and the others to wait in place, while he brought the two monster ladies to the gray area in the city.

As a follower, Eliza witnessed Herbert use his skillful skills to pull back and forth with the high-level thief in charge of the affairs, and finally came with this whole set of slave caravans with only a few names.

This guy had planned it!

“…”

After listening to Eliza's speech, Sfanny, who was sitting in the corner of the carriage reading, glanced at her deeply and shook her head slightly.

What are you talking about?

He must be prepared.

He was temporarily accepting the task to take these people, not temporarily deciding to go to the dark area.

In Sfanney and his team's original plan, Herbert was preparing to use the slave channels that Crety extracted from the minds of the Frost Crystal nobles to follow the slave caravan into the dark area as a wandering merchant.

Now I have just changed my identity, from following to caravan owner, which is actually no different in essence.

"Haha, if you think so, then I can't do anything about it~"

Herbert smiled and used the hypotension therapy to pass by casually.

Well, the things themselves are like this, and there is nothing to hide.

Herbert's current plan is very simple, there is only one principle - the responsibility of the protector is to make these people die in the end, right?

When they arrived near the city of Maragas, they would dismiss Cyril and others and let them experience it themselves (playing while playing), and the three of them sneaked into the city to behead Stira.

If everything goes well, they can continue to take them away as a protector…

If it doesn't go well, well, that's OK.

Even if someone finds his whereabouts, they can take the initiative to expose the identity of the "Mist Monastery Knights", making the pursuers think that they have encountered another group of idiotic paladins who want to "purify evil" in the dark areas.

Overall, although there are more followers who are in the way, there is also more insurance - some of the most dense things that help share the risks.

The plan is ready, and the first step at present is to successfully enter as a slave merchant.

In addition, Herbert had tried to contact the Paladin team mentioned by Bishop Ashes, leaving a mark of contact at a specific location.

But the other party seemed to be away for the time being, and he waited for a long time and stopped waiting.

"By the way, that, Herbert, ahem, I have something to ask you..."

"Um?"

The shaking Herbert turned around again when he heard this and found that Miss Vampire, who was smug just now, had her cheeks flushed.

She glanced at Herbert from time to time, lowered her head, and played with her fingers in a squint manner.

"You, the one you mentioned before, really want to be my male favorite? Uh, no, I mean, are you going to play my male favorite?"

Herbert:?

Why did you mention this again?

Haven't you come out of fantasy time yet?

"Yes, what's wrong?"

He nodded with some amusement, adding, “To be more precise, it’s the attendant, although there is no difference in essence.”

No matter whether it is a male favorite or a servant, you need to remember the identity of "the flower language of steel wicker is patience and wealth".

After receiving Herbert's affirmative answer, Eliza was obviously a little excited and asked with her eyes wide open, "That! That means, will you obey my orders during this period?"

oh?

Herbert raised his eyebrows slightly and tasted some interesting meaning.

It seems that some people seem to be unwilling to be the one who has been ravaged and want to rebel against Tiangang.

interesting.

"right."

Herbert nodded and asked with a smile, "Do you have anything you want me to do?"

"hey-hey!"

Eliza would not say her true thoughts at this time. She smiled and shook her head: "Ahem, nothing, it's really nothing! You'll know then!"

In order to hide her true thoughts, Eliza turned over and retracted into the quilt, covering her head with her ears and giggled in the quilt alone.

Herbert, you wait!

When I’m away, I’ll let you be a male lover for me!

Hehehehe, you have today, hehehehehe...

However, she didn't notice that when she was covered in the quilt, the other two in the carriage looked at each other silently.

"...Oh." × 2

The two sighed silently, looking at the embarrassing vampire huddled in the quilt with pity.

This child is really naive and pitiful!

She actually thought Herbert would obey the rules he had made.

...

...

Slave camp.

A thick phlegm spit out by the strong guard man fell on the slave prison cart that had not stopped yet, and almost fell on the face of one of the slaves.

If the slave hadn't just bent his waist with the bumps, the phlegm would have fallen to his eyebrows.

“…tsk.”

Cyril lowered his head, his skin twitched repeatedly, and finally resisted the urge to explode.

Damn it.

endure!

Although he still doesn't like Herbert, he still thinks Herbert's previous speech makes some sense.

Temporary patience is for a better outbreak.

I endure it!

Cyril endured it, but unfortunately, some people didn't want him to live in peace.

The strong man looked back with disappointed look after scanning the batch of goods.

What a pity, there is no type he loves the most.

However, although there is no need to eat, there are still types that can only be made up for it.

He looked at Cyril, and nodded with satisfaction, hooking his fingers at him.

"Don't look at me, it's you! You looked down on me just now, don't you? Get out of here!"

Cyrillic:?

He raised his head, watched the strong man pointing at him, and blinked.

Hey, me?

He chose me?

Cyril frowned and slowly stood up. Just as he was about to walk to the edge of the cage, he suddenly paused under his feet.

He felt a chill, climbed up on his legs, and then stopped on his butt.

This strange cold feeling made his anus tighten and he clamped the hook suddenly.

Wait...what is wrong!

Am I scared?

Fear of him?

The instinctive warning made Cyril narrow his eyes and look nervously at the strong man outside the cage.

This guy's strength is probably from the beginning to the middle level, so it's not a fear.

Although he is tall, he is not worth mentioning in the face of absolute strength.

Why did he look at me like that?

Cyril's hesitation was regarded as hesitation by his companions, and the person next to him quietly advised: "Cyril, be patient, you cannot be exposed now."

"You've been suffering, bear it."

Cyril nodded slowly, showing a reassuring mature smile to the few who were worried about him.

"Don't worry, I will never be exposed."

Isn’t it just torture?

hehe.

I don't think this guy's whipping strength will be above the punishment nun in the courtroom!

...

In the third minute Cyril left the cage.

A shrill scream came from the hut guarding the strong man.

"ah!!!"

And, a roar of breaking defense without tears.

"I'll just bear it!!!"