The walls are painted in red and black, and there is a long square table in the middle. The color in the whole room is dark and oppressive. The only bright color is the open cloth bag on the table, golden in various shapes. of gold exposed to air.

The man with the gold rubbing his hands is the leader of the Brotherhood. He is tall and strong, wearing a gray short shirt. His square face is slightly dark in color, and his slightly flat eyes are open and closed, giving him a very deep look. Feeling, the top of the head is lean black short hair.

"Navy? Alone?"

The mellow voice revealed suspicion, and after receiving the affirmation of the man in the plaid shirt, he was silent for a while, and the leader was thinking.

"Go and bring people here!" The leader gently tossed the gold nugget and reached out to catch it, instructing.

Yaerlin squinted at the man in the plaid shirt and walked back empty-handed, with a faint smile on his face.

When Yaerlin walked into the house, the leader of the Brotherhood just glanced over. The two observed each other and looked at each other, and then Yaerlin introduced himself very politely: "Nice to meet you, I'm Arlin."

"Stank!"

The leader stared at Yaerlin coldly, opened his mouth expressionlessly and spit out a name, and said unceremoniously, "Navy, tell me your purpose."

In the darkened room, a slightly old wooden table, no extra furnishings, not even an extra chair, Yaerlin stood on the edge of the corner of the table and put everything in his eyes before smiling slowly: "I'm here to change your status quo."

"Will you use this gold?" Stank threw the gold on the table, and then lifted the whole bag. "Crash" gold nuggets fell and piled up on the table, making a colliding sound. He grinned and said, "It's just these. But it's not enough."

Yaerlin was silent, his smile was cold and strange: "Of course gold alone is not enough, but what if you add blood?"

"What do you mean?" Stank looked at Yallin vigilantly. He suddenly felt that the navy in front of him was completely different from the ones he had seen before. It had a completely strange temperament.

"The people of Shields Town are miserable, they have been oppressed and exploited by Colonel Monka, the ruler of the 153rd Naval Branch, and your so-called Brotherhood is nothing but bereaved dogs who dare not even go home, although they say It's hard to hear, but it's the truth!" Yaerlin glanced coldly at the dagger beside his neck, the edge of the sharp blade caused a fine layer of goose bumps on his neck, he didn't resist, just cold He glanced at the man in the plaid shirt, and sneered: "Kill me, you can only vent your anger for a while, but temporarily suppress the anger in your heart, listen to me, you will have a chance, a chance to rebuild your homeland. ."

Yaerlin said without changing his face. In fact, the muscles in his entire back were already tight and straight, and the five fingers of his right hand were slightly bent, ready to dodge the dagger and smash the throat of the man next to him.

"Let him continue talking!" Stank's eyes were filled with blood-colored killing intent, and he cruelly threatened: "If you come down and talk nonsense, I will cut off your head with my own hands."

"Haha~ That's such an honor." Yaerlin licked his lips, reached out and removed the dagger on his neck, and wiped off the faint blood on his neck with his fingertips, he grinned and said, "You can bring me a chair. Is it?"

Stan frowned, but nodded to the Brotherhood members at the door. Soon a chair was brought in, and Yaerlin dusted off the dust and sat on it.

"Being able to gather a group of people to struggle to survive in this barren and chaotic place under the exploitation and pressure of Colonel Monka, I honestly admire Mr. Stank and all the members of the Brotherhood. You are all brave. Fighters, however, this still does not change a cruel fact - that is, you still have no hope, Colonel Monka and the 153rd branch of the Navy are still pressing on your head like a heavy mountain." Yaerlin ignored his brothers. The faces of the members of the association became more and more ugly, and they stated the fact to themselves: "It seems that you are no longer exploited, but the real situation is only because in the eyes of Colonel Monka, you have been squeezed clean and become a bunch of He didn't even bother to raise his hand to clean up the **** piled up in the corner."

"Don't get excited, don't hold a dagger at me, it's for your own good." Yarling stared at the man in the plaid shirt, making the other person's body froze, feeling that his eyes at that moment were like Being stared at by a cold-blooded giant python, the blood from head to toe stopped flowing.

Turning his eyes, Yarlin continued to look at Stank, at least the leader of the Brotherhood had performed well so far, and he was satisfied with his sanity and restraint, which made him feel that he would be more sure to convince the other party next time, "You guys are just Hiding here for a living, all this is just surviving and dying slowly, otherwise, why don’t you go directly to attack the base of the 153rd branch of the Navy~lightnovelpub.net~ to take back your homeland..."

Stein gritted his teeth. He stared at the indifferent and cold face of the navy in front of him. He really wanted to rush over and tear the opponent's mouth to pieces, but as the leader of the Brotherhood, his reason told himself that he should listen, and his There was a thought of anticipation in his heart that he didn't even realize.

It is impossible for the other party to stimulate him for no reason, or to risk his life alone. Could it be that the other party has any solution? It is difficult for him to imagine that the navy will be so kind, but the navy in front of him is very unusual. .

"Because you all know very well that it is simply an act of courting death. Although you have some hands, you are still vulnerable like a mouse in front of the 153rd branch of the Navy. You can only pray, pray that Colonel Monka completely forgets you, and has been Too lazy to take the time to clean you up, but this is waiting to die, because sooner or later, Colonel Monka will suddenly think of you, maybe he suddenly realizes that this place looks very unsightly, or someone is casual Put a word in his ear, and hundreds of navies will come here, bringing blood and death."

Stank's face was extremely ugly, but he couldn't refute it, because he knew in his heart that every word said by the navy named Yaerlin in front of him was the truth, the cruelest truth.

"You know, I tested the members of the Brotherhood when I came. What I admire is that you are not afraid of death, but the most desperate and cruel fact in this world is that even death cannot change anything." Yar Lin sighed and said, "You all want to fight, but you can only wait to die in despair, because, from the very beginning, you have made the wrong line of struggle, and I am here to help you correct this mistake..."