Cannon fodder "attack" development system

Wen Te didn't know why Song Guan came to find him.During the trip, the old man returned to his original old appearance after a short period of youth.No matter how bright a wolf's fur is, it won't be easy to see where it's going when it gets old.But as long as he sees this person, Winter will still feel an unspeakable upset.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood oozing from the wound on his face with one hand, and put the blade aside casually.The finger stained with red blood was submerged in the clean basin in front of him, and the blood color rippled in the water. Because there was only a little blood stain, it quickly disappeared.

Wen Te wiped off the water stains on his hands with a white towel on the wooden shelf, turned around and saluted, and said respectfully and docilely, "My lord."

Song Guan put the hood of the cloak over his head, only showing his chin: "I want to go out for a while."

Then Wen Te followed Song Guan out.

When the two arrived at the candy store, the owner was about to close early because of family affairs.In order to save trouble, Song Guan simply bought all the remaining candies. Anyway, because the business of this store is booming, a lot of them are sold, and there are not many left.He paid for a few big bags and handed them all over to Wen Te. Song Guan walked slowly towards the door with his hands behind his back. Who would have thought that a child with his hands on his chest would come in from the outside like this, almost like Song Guan. The audience hit it straight.

Wen Te's expression changed, fearing that the old man would turn his back on the spot and do something to the child, he intentionally or unintentionally stood between Song Guan and the child, stopped Song Guan behind him, and scolded the child in front of him who was only a little taller than his knees: "Don't you even look at the road?"

The blond-haired young man had a naturally smiling face, even though he was stern at the moment, he still looked easy to talk, not a fierce one, but rather a playful and intentional scare.

"Yes, I'm sorry." As soon as the child spoke, he was missing his front teeth and his face was still a little dirty. After a hasty apology, the child ran to the owner on short legs, "Uncle George, I have all the money, and I want to buy a bag of sugar."

The candies in the store are sold in different categories and packaged in different quantities. There are sold one by one, boxes by boxes, bags by bags, and buckets by buckets.The child said he wanted to buy a bag, Song Guan was holding a bag in his hand, and before he could unpack it, the shopkeeper glanced at Song Guan, and said to the child in embarrassment: "It's all sold out, come back tomorrow." Bar?"

The child grabbed the shopkeeper's pants: "I, I managed to get it together. Is it just a small bag? It won't work tomorrow. Big sister will leave today, and it will be useless to buy it tomorrow."

By the end, there was already a bit of crying.

The shopkeeper in the middle of the year sighed, touched the top of the child's head, turned around and waved his hand to Song Guan: "My guest, I wonder if you would like to give up a bag of candy, we can buy it from you."

The child immediately grabbed the shopkeeper's trousers and turned to look at Song Guan. His eyes were wide open, but his eyes were a little supercilious, and his eyes were too small, so when he looked up at an adult, it was like staring at someone.

Song Guan threw the unopened bag of candy over without any hesitation, and the shopkeeper reached out to catch it, reminding the children beside him, "Say thank you."

The child with missing front teeth immediately shouted thank you, and then held up the scattered copper coins in his hand and raised them in front of Song Guan: "Grandpa, here you are."

When Song Guan reached out to pick up the copper coins, Winter once thought that he would see a very bloody scene, but he didn't.The old man took away the child's dirty coins with pale and thin hands, and everything was peaceful.

The weight of the copper coin in his hand lightened a little, and the child blinked, noticing a snake-shaped golden power ring on the old man's finger.In fact, he didn't know that it was a power ring, nor what a power ring was. In his opinion, it was just a ring with a rather vicious shape.

Attracted by the ring for a moment, the child came back to his senses, a little embarrassed: "Grandpa, my money is not clean."

Indeed, they were all bits and pieces of coins, most of which were copper coins, and the edges of some, whether they were oxidized or stained with dirt, turned black anyway.

Song Guan didn't answer, but nodded to the shopkeeper after taking the money, and walked out the door.

The shopkeeper watched the two leave, thinking of the revolutionary army in the border town.This elder is probably some kind of great nobleman, so arrogant and impolite and well-mannered, he is really a typical type.In the past two years, the world has become more and more unbalanced. Some time ago, his eldest son who was studying in the main city wrote to him and said that many people were executed in the riots a few months ago, and there were more than a dozen baskets used to hold human heads on the guillotine. each one is full.

There are still many students taking to the streets to protest. He only asked his eldest son not to join.All revolutions are paved with blood, and what the later generations praise and sing has nothing to do with him.He is just an ordinary father who just wants the family to be safe.He doesn't think there's anything wrong with the life in front of him. He doesn't need salvation, he doesn't need revolution, and he doesn't want his child's blood to be used to pave the way for others. "Revolution" is such an illusory and vague word.Young people are too young, too easy to be incited and incited, like moths to a flame, eager to prove themselves, want to find the meaning of their existence, want to make a career, even if they self-destruct.And as a father, he just didn't want his child to be one of those young people who were sacrificed like that.

No matter whether it is the nobles or the revolutionary army, they are all things far away from him. He doesn't want his family to be involved with them, he just wants to live a good life.

On the bustling street, Wen Te and Song Guan were behind him, hanging several sugar bags, hesitantly said: "My lord..."

Song Guan stopped in an open space with few people and turned sideways.

Ah, I see, it's ooc, right? It doesn't fit the original owner's usual brutal image, right?

"I'm happy today." Song Guan held the coin in his hand, tilted his head and said this.

The old man's shell is prone to sweat, and the feeling of holding money is not comfortable.Song Guan looked at the protagonist Shou, the young man with blond hair under the sun, his young and handsome face was eye-catching, but what Song Guan was thinking about was Wen Te's clothing.There is a pocket on the left chest of the youth jacket. Isn't this just a place to put money?

The more Song Guan thought about it, the more he felt right, and he stepped over.The distance between the two was suddenly shortened, and Winter's reaction was to immediately take a big step back.

Song Guan, who is wearing an old man's shell, is naturally a little confused. He thinks that the protagonist's reaction is too big, but when he thinks that the original owner is always whipping people, he thinks it is quite reasonable. It is only the other party's stress response, so in the end All he said was, "Don't move."

Then the little finger hooked open the opponent's chest pocket and poured the coins into it.

When he was an old man, Song Guan was a little shorter than Winter, but when he was young, he was taller than Winter.Approaching at this time, the edge of the hood of Song Guan's cloak just touched the tip of Winter's nose, and Winter sneezed all of a sudden, which caused the old man's hood to move back slightly, revealing a little silvery white hair.Such completely white hair seems to be very soft, Wen Te secretly thought, it is completely different from his own personality.

Of course, after that sentence vaguely surfaced in his mind, the young man realized that he was about to kneel down. His knees were already half bent. Seeing this, Song Guan immediately reprimanded him in a low voice and said, "Do you want to be surrounded by people in the street? Go back and kneel again." .”

After all, no one kneels down in this street.

Of course, after returning home, Wen Te punished himself by kneeling. Originally, the unlucky boy had consciously given the whip to Song Guan. Report on recent events and future itineraries.

"...As for the 'City of Liber' you mentioned, it was said 100 years ago. Now it has been renamed 'Tel Aviv'. It is one of the three 'Holy Cities' of the Illuminati. It used to be a famous local university. 'Ansel College' still retains its original name, but it has also been changed to the School of Theological Studies. Tel Aviv is under the jurisdiction of the Duke of Jaffa, and according to our current speed, we will arrive in about five days."

After listening to this report, Song Guan let out a "huh", put down the knife and fork, and had no appetite, so he asked the protagonist Shou to clean up everything on the table.He used Wen Te as an attendant and managed it very smoothly. He leaned back against the chair and filled the entire stool. Because he was lost in thought for a while, when he came back to his senses, he found that Wen Te was kneeling in front of him again at some point. And holding the whip in both hands, as if waiting for instructions.

It really is……

"I'm not in the mood, you go down."

Song Guan said this very seriously, but the kneeling one was completely indifferent, Song Guan let out a "tsk" in his heart, but just after eating, he was lazy with his old bone shell and didn't want to make any big moves. He didn't want to bend down, so he crossed his legs directly, stretched his feet over, and put the toe of the shoe against the opponent's chin, and he forced Wen Te's face up: "You can get out, you know?"

Although he didn't have the time to lash someone with a whip, the action he made was insulting enough, and it could be said to be an equivalent replacement.With less whipping but such a kick, the daily abuse of the protagonist should be regarded as achieving the goal, and he should have a sense of undercover mission.

Song Guan thought so, and noticed that the blond young man's face was slightly red because of anger in his heart, and his emerald green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of flowing water. Song Guan had no other guesses, after all, this body What else could happen to the old man's shell?Simply move the position of the foot down, simply add more weight, and kicked Wen Te's heart: "Get out."

Before going out, Song Guan stuffed a handful of copper coins into Wen Te's chest pocket, and when he kicked him now, some of the coins were kicked out.Naturally, the floor of the simple hotel would not be covered with any carpets, it was just an ordinary wooden floor, so when the copper coins fell on the ground, there was a jingling sound for a while.

Seeing the stupefied young man, he bent down humbly, endured the humiliation and silently went to pick up the scattered copper coins. Song, who was sitting on the chair, watched for a while and said, "You don't need to clean it up, get out of here."

After driving away the protagonist Shou, Song Guan closed his eyes and sat on the chair for a while. After a while, he did some tidying up and went to bed early to rest.

The next day, according to the established plan, the town where everyone left, Song Guan took his time and organized everything under Wen Te's service.It's not intentional to be so slow, the main reason is that the old man's shell has serious hypoglycemia in the morning.The protagonist Shou, who was kicked by him yesterday, looked the same as before, his expression and movements were very calm and calm.After breakfast, Song Guan wore a cloak and a hood, followed by Wen Te and the other five guards, and walked from the second floor to the first floor through the stairs.

It was still early, and there was no one in the store, except for an old guy who was guarding the store, sweating profusely, gesticulating and exchanging something with a drunk brown-haired young man.

Maybe he came back after a night of drinking. The brown-haired young man smelled very strongly of alcohol. He only wore pants and his upper body was naked, revealing a huge eagle tattoo on his back.

Hearing the movement, the young man turned his head to look over, his eyes turned around Song Guan and his party, and sneered: "It's such a hot day, and you still wrap your cloak so tightly, why, it's so shameful?"

Hearing the words, the clerk at the side looked flustered, with more cold sweat on his forehead, and stuttered, "My guest, you..."

"What are you talking about! Do you have the right to interrupt me?" The young man pushed the hotel clerk away, and then turned his back to the table, resting his elbows on the table. He still held the wine in one hand. Bottle, "Hey, let me tell you, if you have the guts, take off the hood and show me, sir?"

Song Guan didn't pay attention to the drunkard at all, he walked forward without squinting, he didn't want the young man who was too drunk to get drunk and was particularly persistent, squinted his eyes, the young man with brown hair suddenly laughed , Stretching out his hand, he wanted to grab Song Guan's sleeve: "What do you mean, don't you show your face? I noticed it yesterday. Seeing how you behave, you are a young lady, right? I have never seen a living nobleman in my life. Woman, this time I want to see if the noble lady is really more noble than a prostitute."