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"Then tell me, Brother Angli (the name among the monks). If the village master takes action, how long will it take to clean up the robbers outside?"

"Okay, that's not bad, I know I'm calling the village master." The waiter nodded in satisfaction and smiled happily:

"The boss least likes to be called the village chief. Although this is indeed a big village. Also, I guess, you probably won't be a monk and recite the Rosary. Of course, you don't have to call it, sir. Call me Sir."

"Understood, Mr. Henry." Little Albert learned quickly and immediately slapped the fat waiter's flattery, even though he was at most four years older than him:

"Then, about the band of robbers outside?"

"It's not the time to hurry, it can be done in one day!" Angli folded his arms to his chest, and said categorically, the fat on his chin shook again and again:

"I didn't say it just now, Boss Gerald, it's a first-class fight! Did you see it when you entered the village? Those orc heads on the spear? I saw the one just cut yesterday. Boss Gerald personally The team led, with a total of ten people, dissipated the orcs in one trip, and killed them! Four in Dongzhai gate, and two in the three gates. The green-skinned gang ran over and had to be reimbursed. half."

"Where is the remaining half?" Isabella eagerly joined the conversation, and in order to make room for herself, she easily pushed Raymond Janek to the back:

"His name is Angli, when will your village send troops to surrender the bandits? I volunteer to join! Sir Gerrard is so hard, there must be an attendant to follow, but I can do everything, repairing horse gear, cooking, wiping the spear, all over my body. Good job waiting!"

"Ah... this..." Mr. Henry was forced to back down again and again, and almost fell into the hall, his eyes drifting to the side subconsciously:

"First, the boss is not a knight. If he is banned, he will not be able to govern the planning of the village. Second, the remaining bandits are basically goblins. They have already gone south along the river bank, and I don’t know which woods they ran into. Clear away those Little green boy, it’s really meaningless. Besides, we didn’t have the time. This young lady, you know, there are dead people from other places in every village, and within a day, the boss has to catch the murderer for whatever he said. Isn't it because you came here too?"

"That's not it, just for this." Isabella raised her head with joy, her braid almost hitting the ceiling:

"It's okay to beat robbers! Just follow Mr. Gerrard and tell me to go anywhere! When that happens, I will also put on my armor, ride my horse side by side with him, rush into the crowd, slash and slash, and the plasma is Our roses! Think about it, when the war is over, the boss will hold my hand and praise me as the flower of the battlefield, the most romantic in Noblewa—"

"Nobleva! It's you, the Nobleva petition team!" Gerard Chevalier, with a thunderous anger, instantly shattered the old girl's daydream:

"Don't quarrel with the outside, come in quickly! The three villages have asked before, but you are left! Waiting for a XX, hurry in!"

Lucien put on his straw hat panic, François shivered and put on his mask, and the two walked side by side to the hall tremblingly.Isabella bit her lip tightly, her face dark as dark clouds, she slipped Raimonti with her right hand, and wanted to catch little Albert with her left hand, but the Lumen kid had already taken the lead and got into the hall with a willingness to go out. .

"Noblewa village petition team, here you are!" He closed his eyes and did not look at the damp crowd in the room. He summoned his little courage and shouted:

"We found six dead men! There are ten more, more than ten Membrane Arrows! Our village is in danger now, and Kotweimel is also in danger, so hurry up!"

Shouting for this, he used ten percent of his full strength to make his throat hot, sore and itchy, as if he had passed the coals.But the effect was immediate. Upon hearing these words, the hall immediately "buzzed" into a group of human voices. There were those who scolded them, those who admired them, and those who mocked them. There was a young man with a shrill voice, even exaggerating. Kicked over the bench and stood up on the spot."Do you understand the rules!" The man pretended to be angry and yelled at the little Albert:

"This is the council, not the tavern. I want to go out and play tricks! What the hell did Nobleva think, sending such a small dog over to pound—"

"Okay!" Gerard Chevalier smashed the table impatiently, his voice stronger than the bell:

"Someone really wants to make trouble, that's you! Young man, don't bother with that idiot. Open your eyes and keep your waist straight and say the last sentence again."

Little Albert opened his eyes immediately, without even thinking about it.The village master who planned the village seemed to have a magic power to make others obey, and he couldn't help but not follow suit."I just said- uh, I just said," he looked at the "Boss Gerald" across the long table, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes, and there was a wave of vain under his feet, and his voice became higher and higher, like The duck whose neck was pinched:

"I just said that Kotweimel, our village and other villages are all in danger right now. So hurry up and send troops!"

"Hahahaha!" Gerard Chevalier grabbed the beard and seemed to laugh very happily."This kid is all right. Go straight, don't make those twists and turns. Have you all seen? If you see, you will study hard! If you want to ask me for help, then please openly ask for help and make up those nonsense, redundant!"

A dozen farmers across the long table immediately put straw hats, turbans, and the like to their chests, and nodded eagerly.Lucien, "Blue Finger" and Raymond also subconsciously did the same thing.However, Boss Gerald didn't care about them, instead, with his hands on his hips, he paced between the beams of light through the glass window.

"So many people gather together. It's so hot!" He took off the bright red beret with swan feathers, wiped a sweat on his forehead, and turned his gaze to little Albert:

"Boy, are you the first person in the village to find the corpse? What did you see and hear at the time? Do you still remember the details? Don't worry, say slowly, some time. By the way, don't you drink? I'm thirsty. How about some ale (Ale), which is thick and sweet?"

"..." Little Albert felt flattered and couldn't say anything for a while.He stared at Gerald in a daze, and his view of the "stupid bear" in the village priest's mouth changed 180 degrees.[Barre Gaspar, when did you do this to the villagers?Father Emil Penn rarely gave children a good face.This person has the ability!