Chapter one thousand and forty-two chapter of a certain version of "I ask you..."

"what--?"

After Jieluka left, I always felt something was wrong, and then suddenly remembered the conversation a few days ago, and immediately uttered unwilling sorrow.

"Ahhh-this cunning little fox"

Picking wild vegetables? It’s nice to say, clearly I just want to run and play

But... hateful, why are you only reacting now? He squeezed him only two days ago, why did he forget so quickly that the cunning maid of Huang Duanzi took advantage of it?

Hate gritted his teeth and made up my mind that I would never let Jieluka rest again tomorrow, and then I took my steps to a long and dark job search journey.

"So I said..."

Greo's eyes, from time to time, glanced at the stove outside, where he was forging half of the barbed shield.

"The elders are willing to change their minds and find a job to make money through their own efforts. This is very troublesome for me... No, it is very gratifying, but why is it me?"

He took off his forged heat-insulating gloves with fate, holding his head in his hands, just like Uncle MADA who had been running through the talent market for a whole month and still had nothing in his pockets to live in a waste paper box in the park.

"I think you have misunderstood something, Uncle Greo. I said that I used to be a loafer who always used my parents' money to eat, drink and play, and finally decided to go to work for waste wood because of penniless."

I was mistaken for Uncle MADA by Greo, who looked like Uncle MADA, which troubled me a lot.

"That's just aside, or ask me to apologize. All in all, the question is why am I?"

Greo's head hugged in pain, and it looked more like the figure that was sitting on the bench under the park lights was dragged by Uncle MADA.

I gave a brief introduction to the little black charcoal, especially focusing on the "looks like a little forging craft" that I told little black charcoal.

"So why is it me? Why did you walk an old demon, and a little demon came again, and you still let me not let me rest assured to forge" Uncle MADA finally burst into anger.

"So say, the only blacksmith I know here is you."

If it’s not afraid of causing trouble to Chasi, just let her come and cooperate with me. Between the beauty and Uncle MADA, who do you think would choose you?

Unconsciously, I have accepted the setting of Uncle Greo MADA. Although it seems that he is wronged to call it this way, after all, he is also the person in charge of the Fortress of Mass Demon. Although he is irresponsible only forging in this area and refuses to work well, he only cares about playing cypress. Young Brother is indeed somewhat similar.

"It's easy to handle, I will introduce you to one."

Greo suddenly raised his head and rejoiced, his expression was like the uncle MADA who had accidentally rolled down while lying on a park bench but accidentally touched a silver coin at the foot of the bench. In advance, I always mentioned the word MADA Uncle MADA Uncle MADA, intentionally or unintentionally, definitely not for brainwashing or the like, to achieve the evil purpose of letting everyone accept the setting of MADA Uncle, I am not such a person , Will not randomly give people nicknames.

"It's not good. I don't want to reveal my identity. Besides, letting people I don't know cooperate, it is very likely that all aspects will be exposed."

I refused without thinking, and Greo banged his head on the table.

"Elder, I still have to forge" Gree's eyes were red.

"It doesn't matter, it's not bad these months."

I patted him on the shoulder with relief. From now on, we will all be fellows.

"No, no." Greo rubbed his small short hair in confusion.

"The reason, by the way, the reason, unless the elders can give me a reason to persuade me," Greo said, as soon as he thought of a good idea.

"..."

It seems that a good reason not to come up with is that this guy can't be fooled. Really, it gives me a bit of blood like Uncle MADA. If it is Uncle MADA, after listening to the story of Little Black Charcoal, it shouldn't be standing up for a moment. Kneel down, do you want to help even if there is blood on the forehead?

"This...what reason do you want to hear." I scratched my head and asked rhetorically.

"Why do elders want to help this little girl so hard?"

Greo sat down again with the Malaysian gold sword, and straightened up the charcoal-fired black face of the Chinese character. His eyes were sobered, and he finally seemed to have such a person in charge.

"Why……"

I lowered my head to ponder for no doubt, but the reason is difficult to answer.

"Yes, it is true that if a child is killed, I think anyone with a conscience will reach out to save a hand, and I am no exception. If I can save the small black charcoal in the elderly population, I will do my best. But, Mr. Zhang, please don’t forget your identity. You are not an ordinary adventurer, or an ordinary blacksmith. Your every move, no exaggeration, says that it is all about the entire human world."

"Ah... well, maybe it is."

I tilted my head in confusion. Although the elders did seem to have this ability, it was a bit of a dream to be spoken of by Greio. I... er, every move is related to all human beings? I haven't experienced this sense of responsibility... well, in the game, it's really a button, a choice, you can determine the fate of the world.

So, this kind of huge sense of mission and responsibility that can only be experienced in the game, when it really turns into reality and falls on the head, I am a little bit confused, feeling that Greio’s sudden incarnation will infuse every pink newcomer with blood. The mission of my savior is like the elder of a novice village who will not turn without you in this world, and his eyes are sharpened. I will never give you a novice wooden knife without a novice wooden knife. You can’t even beat the slime outside the village. The disgusting old man looks.

"That... I am not fulfilling the mission of the elder now, in order to draw the monster of crystal fragments." I replied griefly.

"I'm afraid that's never the case." Greo raised his eyebrows and was a little angry.

"Elders, do you know that you are doing very dangerous things now? If you fail, the painful worm will probably turn into a world-class monster. By then, not only you, but the entire group of demon fortresses must follow. Suffering together."

Greo raised his voice in vain, and the tight fists on the table began to tremble, making a squeaky clenching sound. Even if it didn’t matter, he was also the person in charge of the Demon Fortress, although the little black charcoal was very poor, but , He must be responsible for the entire group of demons fortress.

This is still the case with a responsible person. What about the elders of the league above this? Isn't it a good choice to make the consciousness of painful determination? Greo, are you conveying this meaning?

"..."

With his head bowed and silent, he didn't expect that this uncle MADA who looked at the big things and ignored the small things, even though he had inquired about the matter so carefully, had such a heavy courage.

"Originally, you are an elder and I am the person in charge. I don't have the right to ask you anything, but today I am talking about this. Elders, I hope you can give me a reason to persuade me, otherwise, for the sake of the group Hundreds of thousands of lives in the devil's fortress, I will act with my own will..."

At the end, Greo loosened his fists and closed his eyes gently, as if he finally made a decision and showed his tiredness.

Ha... Ha ha, did not expect this visit, did not persuade Greeo to stop, but let him make up his mind, if I don’t say thank you, maybe... no, he will definitely be bad for small black charcoal.

I scratched my cheek and smiled bitterly. As Greo just said, as a person in charge, there is nothing wrong with it. Even if the life of the little black charcoal is expensive, it can’t be compared with hundreds of thousands of lives in the Demon Fortress. I can’t blame him for anything, but likewise, I will never allow anyone to hurt.

What should I say, distressed.

"That... Uncle Greo, maybe as you said, if you spend these time on other things, maybe you will save more lives than a little black charcoal..."

Greo nodded, seeming to reassure me of my sudden epiphany.

"But look."

I pointed to my eyes.

"Look...what?"

Greo was confused by this sudden turning point and my movement, and asked reflexively.

"My eyes." He answered naturally.

"Are you trying to let me evaluate how deep your eyes are, then maybe the answer will disappoint you."

Uncle MADA couldn't help but spit it out, and indeed it was uncle MADA. Usually, in a serious look, he might make people think that he was a beep.] However, no matter what role he plays, the soul of the tragedy is absolutely Will not change.

"Yes... is this?"

To be honest, although MADA...cough, Uncle Greo misunderstood what I meant, but he still made me a little disappointed. Anyway, we are also adventurers with nine years of qualifications, and our eyes are not more or less should be brought Some deep expressions like vicissitudes, melancholy, etc.?

"I mean, my eyes grow straight ahead." In disappointment, I corrected Uncle MADA's thoughts.

"Are you looking for someone with eyes in other positions to show me?" Uncle MADA vomited again, is it addictive?

"No... I mean... uh, let me think about it, I mean, I can only see what is ahead?" I tried to explain to Greio in my poor language.

"I... still don't quite understand." The other party showed a seemingly incomprehensible look, very good, not completely unable to understand what I meant.

"For example...Look at Grandma Akara, although they have the same eyes and the same position, but don't you think she has bright and bright eyes behind her head?"

"If you say this, you really feel that way. The old... cough, Elder Akara, it feels like there are no dead ends at 360 degrees."

Greo seems to understand what I mean. After all, this Uncle MADA just wanted to talk about the old fox, right. It’s right to call Akara the old fox.

"Also, don't you think she still has a lot of eyes? It's like there is nowhere to go, maybe even there are such a pair around us." I deliberately sensationally lowered the voice.

"Don't... don't scare me."

Because of the last word, I said this, even if I knew it was impossible, Greo still looked around with suspense.

"Hah...don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm just making an analogy."

Seeing the intimidating effect of the tone, I secretly laughed.

"I say this just to show that Granny Akara has a pair of bright eyes, whether it is past, present, or future, or a Rog camp, the entire alliance, or the entire dark continent, her eyes are thorough. ."

"This may disappoint you who are looking forward to me, but this is the case. I am different from Granny Akara."

Still pointing at his own eyes, I continued.

"Like my people, my eyes are ordinary to the extreme. They are neither as penetrating as the future of Akala nor the overall situation like Grandpa Kane. What it touches is what I can see, it I can’t see what I can’t touch.”

In Greo’s silent expression, I slowly said, perhaps saying this would make those who have a "savior" heart for me disappointed, but I still have to say it. Now I am disappointed, it’s better than After over-expectation, it turned out to be very upside down. Now, I can't bear so many expectations.

"So, maybe, as an elder, I can save this time and save more people, but I can't see all of this. All I see is little black charcoal, only little black charcoal that needs to be saved. , I can't throw away the small target in front of me, and chase the invisible large target, I am an ordinary person, I can only save what I see in my eyes, probably what it means, Uncle Greo, do you understand?"

"Can you only save what you see?" Greo repeated this phrase with some absent murmur.

"I'm disappointed. People like me are totally unsuitable as elders."

I scratched my cheek a little embarrassedly, I'm really sorry to disappoint everyone's expectations.

"Very ordinary answer."

Greo sternly sipped the glass of wine, Shen Sheng said.

"In simple terms, it is not as good as I imagined, nor as useless as I imagined."

"..."

This... can I treat it as a blow or praise?

"However, I'm not a terrific thing anyway. I can't ask for too much. This answer is enough, enough..."

Greo said, drinking the glass of wine in one sip.

Maybe it’s not enough now, but one day... this dark world of disaster will appear in your eyes. With this idea and determination, as a savior... barely qualified, Gree seems to be tasting the one just now. Like wine, intoxicated gently closed his eyes, thinking so.

"but……"

He opened his eyes and shook his head involuntarily.

"Don’t get me wrong. I said enough. I just admitted your current behavior. But, it’s not enough. It’s not enough to convince me. What can I believe you can succeed. I’m the person in charge of the Demon Fortress, I’m responsible for hundreds of thousands of lives here."

"..."

Ah, this uncle MADA is really unexpectedly cautious. Obviously, he looks like a rugged hero, but is he a man who is as careful as a woman like a woman?

"Well, there is no way to do this."

With that said, I stood up, seemingly persuaded to leave in disappointment, but suddenly pulled out the sword, squinting at Greo who was sitting opposite and pouring wine for myself.

"Oh, are you going to solve it by force? This is a good way to kill me, or shut it up, no one can stop your plan."

Mingming's sword tip was about to hit bangs. In the face of this sudden move, Uncle MADA did not shake his heart at all, even shaking his hand for pouring wine.

Does it mean that Uncle MADA is a master unexpectedly? No, no, the more the guy who made such an obvious "I am a master" gesture, the less likely it is to be a master. The old drunkard is just an accident.

My many years of experience in novel games have made me make such judgments.

Uncle Greo, you are really troublesome, obviously Granny Akara has said that it is up to me to decide.

"Don't you hear that Qianglong doesn't suppress the head snake? You, who can make Akara so confident, also show me the source of confidence."

After taking two-thirds of the glasses, Greo smiled and put the wine jar aside, his eyes squinting upwards, looking at the sharp sword tip in front of him, or looking at me through the sword tip.

"To be honest, if it's for small black charcoal, I don't mind shutting you down for a period of time. Anyway, you guys are also irrelevant. Even if you are missing for a month or two, I'm afraid no one will worry about it.

"Ahhhhhhhhh?"

Even before facing the sharp sword in front of him, Greo had not shaken the slightest, but he showed an embarrassed look for this remark, a panic like "Damn, this is all seen by you".

"However, I hate to do troublesome things."

Without waiting for Greo to defend himself weakly, I continued to say that the tip of the sword pointed to another point, almost touching his eyebrows.

"Greo, am I the elder of the alliance?"

"no doubt."

Just like the king asked if the knight would be loyal to himself, Greo did not hesitate to answer.

"League elders should shoulder the heavy burden, right?"

"There is no doubt." The answer was also cheerful.

"So, I ask you, are you willing to entrust hundreds of thousands of lives in the Demon Fortress to my shoulders?"

For a moment, the relaxed expression on Greo's face froze.

"You only need to answer, yes or no."

It was thought that it was a very difficult choice for Greio. Unexpectedly, he only laughed for a moment, and he laughed, and the smile became more and more open.

"Very willing, the elders, not only the hundreds of thousands of lives in the Devil's Fortress, but one day, the billions of lives of the entire dark continent will be entrusted to your shoulders."

In spite of the sloppyness just now, Greio solemnly performed a knightly half-kneeling salute and said softly.

"Um... that's good, that means no problems."

I slightly uncomfortably withdrew the long sword from Gree's eyebrow, what's going on? There is always a feeling of being forced into the thief ship by this MADA uncle, and how did this satisfactory knightly ceremony come from? Oh, I almost forgot that most of the best blacksmiths in the league are Paladins...

All in all, it was all kinds of uneasiness, just like the sudden flash of soul in the soul when Robinson drifted on the boat for the last time before drifting.

"Ok... cough, that's it, I will bring the little black charcoal over later."

I hurriedly left Greo's blacksmith's shop. What's going on? It has clearly achieved its purpose. Why does it cause a serious sense of frustration? To put it simply, I realized the uncomfortable feeling similar to picking sesame and losing watermelon.

Of course, what I don’t know is that just when I stepped out of the blacksmith’s gate in front of me, a figure came into my back.

"Yo, you kid is so proud that you can bring that stinky kid who doesn't eat to this point."

As soon as Kasha came in, he stared at the remaining half of the wine jar on the table, and reached out in his arms without any care, and announced that he owned it.

"That's it, I'm the person in charge of the Demon Fortress, there should always be some wisdom of the person in charge, Elder Kasha, do you say that?"

Gritting his teeth and helplessly watching his baby wine jar sheep into the wolf den, without going back, Greo could only show a weak smile.

"Don't talk silly about you, if it weren't for the little girl named Little Black Charcoal, who was in the middle of the weakness of the stinky kid, and let his perverted father's soul attack, do you think you could get him?"

Throwing away the most basic truths about cannibalism and softness, Cascia took advantage of Greo and did not forget to verbally strike the opponent.

"Also, are you really not afraid of the kid?" It's not that I underestimate you. With the current strength of the kid, if you really fight, you may be the one who loses."

"Elder Kasha is talking about something, I don't understand it at all, I just concentrate on working for the Alliance." Gree is acting silly.

"Just pretend."

Casia casts a contemptuous look. Who doesn't know within the entire league, and when she mentions the swaying of the shopkeeper, in addition to her steady hold of the top spot with no suspense, it is the turn of this brain full of forging guys.

"However, it was beyond my expectations. I didn't expect that the stinky boy who was always afraid of trouble. Since he would do this for a little girl who only knew a few days, honestly, he heard that he should shoulder it. The phrase hundreds of thousands of lives, I almost jumped in from the outside without being scared."

"Isn't this good?"

Holding the last glass of wine in the glass, Greo whispered while resenting why he had just filled two-thirds of Sven~lightnovelpub.net~.

"Hum, it's better to be like this. Isn't this finally a little manly? Isn't it possible for us old guys to give the future to him with a little peace of mind?"

Ka Xia Ming nodded, then added a sentence.

"Of course, the essence is still an ordinary man who is silly all day long and afraid of trouble and perverts."

Greo rolled his eyes.

"No, that guy seems to be back again. I'll flash people first."

With that, Kasha's figure flashed, and the wine disappeared after holding her. It made her feel more like this, more for the wine on the table.

In Greo's tears, why am I always injured...

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