Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 261
"President, what are you talking about?" Garcia was at a loss.

Ren smiled softly: "It's nothing, after a year or two, I, Ren Ackerman, is also a hero of Farolan."

If it weren't for the book written by a naturalist scholar, which exposed what happened back then, Alberto would still be a hero in that country.

It can only be said that with certain people's methods and acting skills, it is no accident that they can succeed.

After he came to this world, he had been studying all the time, and only after studying did he realize that he was really naive before.

Whether it's thinking or tactics, they are all at the level of elementary school students, and they can't do it at all.

Apart from killing, killing, killing, there is nothing else. To put it bluntly, he is really an advanced thug.

It's no wonder that he was like that bear before, it's because he's stupid and doesn't read much.

It is precisely because of this that he still reads in the afternoon even when he is in a relationship with Keisha.

Thinking of Kesha, Ren was a little ashamed, partly because he was afraid of being urged to marry, so he ran out.

It was too early to get engaged and married at the age of 19, and Ryan just felt at a loss.

"It won't take a year or two, Ryan Ackerman, now, you can become the hero of Faroland!"

A calm and powerful voice came to Ren's ears, and he was shocked and looked at the bar counter.

The middle-aged bartender uncle with a mustache was wiping the table with a white cloth and looking at him.

The voice was loud, but no one heard what the bartender said except Ryan.

Fuck, I was mistaken, tigers and leopards lie deep in the mountains, and unicorns are hidden in the fields.

Ren was startled. When he came to the bar for the first time last time, he used the energy of the stars to check the other party, but found nothing.

Even if he was only at the third level at that time, ordinary master-level transcendents would not be able to hide it from him.

Ren looked around for a week, only to realize that apart from the bartender, he and Garcia were the only ones left in the bar.

"Garcia, go back and join Susanna first." Ren ordered.

"Okay, President." The cowboy who didn't realize anything unusual drank the beer in his glass, stood up, and walked out the door.

Watching him leave, only Ren, the bartender, and the ticking of the wall clock were left in the bar.

When Ren came to the counter, his eyes flashed blue, staring at the manly face of the bartender uncle.

The aura of the stars in his body was mobilized, but before he could sense the other party's aura carefully, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his pupils.

So strong!

Ren quickly looked away slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. John, what's the matter?"

He didn't feel that the other party was malicious, but he didn't understand why the other party was looking for him.

"You can just call me Carlos, young man, you are very good, you have entered the fourth level before the age of 20, and the design killed Marcello."

Appreciation flashed in his eyes, Carlos moved his beard and said with a smile.

Ryan's expression was a little surprised: "Are you from the seventh game?"

Except for the old goat and his men, the only one who knew about it was Omar in the 7th inning.

Carlos shook his head, with a very emotional tone: "It's just a veteran. I wanted to end it like this, but someone didn't give face."

He contacted the 7th Bureau last night and already knew a lot.

Not to mention the ghost hand, it's no secret that Renn was promoted to the fourth rank. This information has already been included in the seventh game.

Now, Ren's identity is that of Farolanbu Shencheng. When he was still working at Baker's Bar, he registered his household registration through his boss William Baker.

Soon, someone from the royal family will come to award Wren the title of Sir, and he will enjoy some privileges that minor nobles can have.

No matter which country they are in, as long as they are not wanted, master-level transcendents can live a good life. If they have the ability, it is not difficult to become a big shot.

Alberto, the arms dealer back then, was only at the beginning of the fourth level, but he had extraordinary means, and in the end he was even richer than some saints.

"Thank you for your compliments, Mr. Carlos, what can I do for you?" Ryan said straight to the point.

He is very busy now, busy making a fortune, but he actually doesn't want to get involved with other things.

Of course, if the price tag is high enough, it is not impossible.

Carlos smiled slightly, and tapped his fingers on the table: "Mr. Ackerman, I invite you to kill someone!"

When the word "kill" was blurted out at the end, the terrifying murderous intent disappeared in a flash, and the wine bottle in the wine cabinet buzzed and vibrated.

The breath of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood rushed towards his face, and then disappeared in an instant. Ren's teeth chattered, his body tensed, and he subconsciously clenched his fists, almost wanting to pull out the long knife behind him.

Taking a deep breath, he stared at the smiling bartender Carlos: "Who is the enemy?"

To be honest, he was ready to refuse. This person's strength is quite terrifying, and his sense of oppression is even stronger than Keisha's.

It's not necessarily stronger than her, but the realm is undoubtedly superior. His opponent is not weak, so it is very dangerous for him to intervene in a battle of this level.

"A Duke of Blood, a Marquis of Blood, the time is tonight, and the location is 10 kilometers away from Dilamo City."

Carlos' voice was flat, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

"Sorry, I have just been promoted, my strength is very weak, and I am powerless, I am afraid that I will hold you back.

There are many masters in Dilamo City, and you can definitely find some old-fashioned experts. "Ren politely refused.

That's all for the Marquis of the Blood Race, if the other party hasn't hit the Duke of the Blood Race, he will be on wax.

"It's okay, I don't mind, I believe in your ability." The uncle bartender said leisurely.

Ren's expression was very serious: "I don't mind, I am so weak, if it affects your performance, my conscience will be uneasy."

Carlos raised his eyebrows, and handed him a glass of beer with a smile: "The blood marquis, named Kuluo, belongs to the Tremere tribe, appeared in Bu Shen City, and once threatened to kill you."

That stupid uncle of Earl Gordon?

Ren was stunned, and immediately laughed, this is really a narrow road for enemies!
At the beginning, Crow threatened to kill him, but Ren naturally didn't give him a chance, and he never took up the task after that. Every day, the residence and the school are on the line at two o'clock, and he never walks at night.

This is not cowardice, but to keep the green hills, not afraid of lack of firewood.

Rennes was not surprised that the opponent knew this, Carlos was obviously related to the 7th game.

Director Jones of the 7th inning was there at the time, and he was wooed afterwards, so it is normal to have a record.

"No problem, I'll take this job!" Ren's attitude changed drastically, and his head became stiff instantly.

Crow the son of a bitch, he's never been so aggrieved, and he's going to be crushed tonight!

"No more counseling?" Carlos said jokingly.

Ren snorted softly, and said disdainfully: "Joke, when did I, Master Ren, ever get scared?

Isn't it just two little bats?Thump 'em up tonight! "

Carlos was amazed at this shamelessness, and his tone was playful: "Master Ren, why don't you go and kill that Blood Duke, and I'll kill Kulo."

With the same expression, Ren said righteously: "How can this be done, respecting the elders is a traditional virtue, and good things should naturally be reserved for the elders.

The duke-level fat sheep will be left to you, please don't be polite, just kill a marquis-level pheasant. "

Haha!

Carlos laughed. There was a reason why he chose to join forces with Rennes.

He said softly: "Go and prepare, and wait for the guests to come tonight."

Ren didn't hesitate, and walked away. He was going to prepare the spell in advance to meet the first battle after reaching the fourth level.

After Carlos watched him leave, he removed the cabinet, lifted the floor tiles, and took out a two-meter-long black metal box from below.

Carlos Dean, squadron leader of the Fire Dragon Knights, [Lancer] profession.

A fierce battle is inevitable.

(End of this chapter)