The Origin of Arcane

Herbert, you bastard...

Shi Wendi felt that he was about to smoke with anger, and gnashed his teeth and vowed to make the other party look good, but he couldn't think of a good idea for a while.

He felt that he had been humiliated like never before, and he was so angry that he suddenly saw the saber worn by his new guard, pulled it out with a bang, and roared angrily, I'm going to kill you!

But it was just yelling, and after making gestures for a long time, he didn't really make a move.

If I were you, I would never do this. A lazy voice beside him said.

Svendi was taken aback, only to realize that there were several people around him, and the one who spoke was the young Andis man, and said angrily, Who are you?

Didn't you just keep clamoring to see me?

Sean still looks mentally weak. Recently, too many patients have seriously affected his sleep and cultivation. He has already begun to consider whether to transfer some more staff or reduce the business.

After all, he conducts medical experiments, collecting data is the main thing, and saving people and treating diseases is secondary. He has no sense of mission to save the world. He is not cold-blooded, but this turbulent world. War is the most harmful thing to people. The quickest way to save more people is not to practice medicine, but to find a way to eliminate the war.

This friend of mine has a bad temper. If he accidentally hurts himself, it won't be beautiful!

You threaten me? What are you? How dare you threaten me? Svendy, who was full of anger, pointed his long sword at Sean and roared loudly, Do you know who I am? How dare you threaten me?

Oops!

If there is a mirror that can reflect it, Sean's expression at the moment is definitely embarrassing.

How narcissistic is this guy? Do you think that his name and his prominent background should be known by everyone in the world?

Although he did know the identity of the other party, it was also because of Valesta Butcher, who deliberately inquired about it.

Normal people have seen so much that they have forgotten that there are such wonderful species as second-year teenagers in the world.

Undoubtedly, the one in front of me is the best among them. Noble background, rebellious age and arrogant character make him the boss of heaven, the second of earth, and his third. He is the savior of the world, and the whole world surrounds him. The wonderful concept that follows him.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to tell him with cruel reality that he is just an insignificant speck of dust in this world, and his existence will not change the world in the slightest.

Xiao En avoided the opponent's long sword, and said with a fake smile: Threat? How? Even if you give me two guts, I don't dare. I just remind you kindly. If you don't want to listen, you can continue.

Svendy is like a hedgehog with fried hair, who catches and stabs whoever he catches, and sneers: You think I'm stupid? I can't see that something is wrong with Sir Herbert. It must be something you scumbags have done. You savages are the worst! What you are good at is voodoo and voodoo, it must be what you did to Sir Herbert, yes, it must be like this, tell me quickly, what evil you did to Sir Herbert.

After listening to the other party's confident speculation, it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, anyway, he believes it himself, and is proud of his own intelligence.

Sean was dumbfounded, it seemed that he had underestimated the opponent's secondary level.

Swendi said with a haughty attitude like a little rooster: I order you as the fourth heir of the Adolf family and the guardian knight of the Holy See of Ether, to immediately restore Sir Herbert to normal, because of your healing of Sir Herbert's wounds. For your sake, let the past go, otherwise I will pursue your legal responsibility.

Xiao En is a typical master who eats soft and does not eat hard. Regardless of his past life and present life, especially this kind of middle school and mental retardation, people can't feel any good feelings. They just want to rub against the ground and rub again.

If Svendy came to the door in a friendly manner, Sean might not be able to save face and charge some medical expenses to return Valesta Butcher's hands. After all, his cooperation with the body collector is not justified, and he has never consulted the person involved from the beginning to the end. and the views of slave owners.

It's not that Xiao En agrees with this kind of slavery, but the overall environment is like this. The rights and interests of slave owners are protected by law, but his behavior is illegal.

But now, Sean just pretended to be stupid and said in a daze: Did you recognize the wrong person? What Sir Herbert? Are you talking about him? Haha... Sir, you are so funny. Look at him, he doesn't look like a Sir. This is simply an insult to Sir, you must have misunderstood the person, this is my servant, the servant who has followed me for many years, Baozi! Baozi, is Baozi delicious?

Buns! Buns! Delicious! Delicious! Hearing Sean's greeting, Valesta Butcher held up the buns with both hands with a silly smile on his face, and he didn't know he was responding to Sean. The greeting is simply to say that the buns are delicious.

You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense, he's obviously Sir Herbert, Herbert? Selt, the chief guard I brought from Valesta, the capital of the kingdom, how did he become your servant Baozi? Herbert ?Selter, you are Herbert? Selter, you are Sir Herbert the Butcher of Valesta, not some bloody bun!

Swendi said angrily, the most typical characteristic of this kind of person is that he allows himself to be unreasonable, but does not allow others to be unreasonable.

You must have misunderstood the person, he is definitely not the Sir Herbert you are looking for, he is Baozi, my servant Baozi. Sean said with certainty, Ayler, give Baozi two more cages of buns, and by the way, another pot Goat soup, just eating buns makes me choke, you see buns have been hungry and thin recently, eat more tonic.

Okay, two cages of steamed stuffed buns, one pot of mutton soup, come right away.

Ailer played a long tune, intentionally stretching the word baozi extremely long, in his heart he praised his boss for his ability to turn black and white. Cool, I ran to the restaurant next door in a hurry.

The restaurant and the medical center are not built side by side, but facing the same street. After all, patients and corpses come in and out of the medical center every day.

But after all, it is a family, and there is this small door in the hidden corner, which is convenient for the family to enter and exit.

Soon two cages of steaming steamed buns were brought up, and the excited Valesta butcher slapped the solid wooden table loudly, shouting inarticulately: Buns, buns, delicious, buns, I like to eat ,steamed stuffed bun……

Every time a steamed stuffed bun was ordered, Shi Wendi's face turned darker, and his whole face was about to turn into a big Guan Gong, with sweat dripping from his forehead and steaming hot.

Seeing that his young master was about to smoke with anger, the head guard jumped out again to show his presence, and asked, You said he was your servant Baozi, what happened to his injuries?

That's right! You're explaining what happened to his injuries? Sir Herbert was wounded all over by the champion knight Starbuck in the arena, but it was done in front of the entire city of Solo. How dare you say he wasn't Sir Herbert? The chief guard's words reminded Svendy, and he asked loudly.

Xiao En said with a sad face: My servant went to the Andes Mountains to collect medicine for me. He accidentally rolled down the mountain ridge and was covered in poisonous thorns. He almost died. I am sorry for him.

Butcher Valesta was injured while wearing heavy armor. The wounds were criss-crossed. In addition to the inevitable secondary injuries during the process of dismantling the deformed armor, some of the more serious wounds were stitched by Sean's unqualified skills. The half-healed wound lay crookedly on his body like ugly centipedes. It was difficult to distinguish whether it was a sword wound or a scratch, which made it easier for Sean to talk nonsense.

You are sophistry, pure sophistry. Svendy has never seen such a shameless person, who is obviously Sir Herbert in front of him, but wants to open his eyes and talk nonsense, saying it is a bun.

The most important thing is that Sir Herbert didn't know which muscle was wrong, but he kept going along with the other party and ignored himself.

Debating is not what Svendi is good at. He is usually a rogue. I didn't expect to meet a master who is better at talking nonsense than him today. I couldn't find a better reason to refute.

I'm stating the facts. How can I call it a sophistry? I'm in my own home. You came here and dragged my servants to insist that it was Sir Herbert. Why did I turn into a sophistry when I refuted a few words? Here is Where there is a rule of law, you can't just talk about it.

Xiao En has an innocent face. Since the two sides have broken up, he doesn't intend to get back together. There is no reason to talk to this kind of late stage of the second disease, because when you reason with him, he will mess with you in turn. From the very beginning, he was biting and not letting go.

Svendy groaned and groaned for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: Do you know who I am?

Sean was shocked by the other party's strange brain circuit again, but he still replied truthfully: You have just introduced yourself, and you are the fourth heir of the Adolf family.

Do you know the Adolf family? Svendy seemed to have found his magic weapon, and then asked.

I don't know. Sean is not being sloppy this time, but he really doesn't know. He only knows that the owner of the butcher in Huatales is a heir to a great noble from the capital of Huatales. As for how big the family is? I don't know to what extent, the intricate aristocratic relationship of the Byron Alliance is one of his shortcomings.

His understanding is only at the level of the eight major military commanders and eight major dukes of the Byron Alliance. .

Swendi showed a look of no wonder you dare to be arrogant with me, and then said very proudly: The family of the hereditary Marquis Adolf directly pledges allegiance to the Lancelot royal family, owns a fief of 300 kilometers, and has tens of thousands of troops, and I am You are most likely to be the heir to the ruler of the Adolf family, aren't you afraid?

Svendi once again put on the haughty look of a little rooster, as if my family is awesome, and I am awesome too, come and kneel and lick me.