Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 9: Too Bullying
We reluctantly sent off the Orc Shadow Thief who was very knowledgeable about meditation. Longbow Shooting Sun turned his eager eyes back to us, expecting that the improved technique he had just learned could be put to good use again. He asked eagerly and kindly:
"Does anyone else want to improve their weapons?"
He is such a good man, really, he works so hard and spares no effort to help his friends.
This highland dwarf's dedication and selflessness to friendship have won my greatest respect. If it is possible, I am really willing to do everything I can to help him.
But at this special moment...
Hey, if you dare to stare at my sword again, I'll break your bones!
After witnessing the two misfortunes in the Yangtze River Delta, none of us has the courage to give our weapons to the dwarf weapon maker to create a new round of "miracles". This unremarkable dwarf seems to have the great power to turn all miracles into decay. I don't want to see with my own eyes that a high-quality long sword worth more than 500 gold coins is instantly transformed into a "rusty dinner knife" or "bladed cleaning rod" that can be used to kill people or commit suicide.
Just when we were silent and embarrassed because we didn't know how to face the longbow shooting expectant eyes, a tragic cry finally broke the deadlock and rescued us from the embarrassment:
"Boss Foxiao, I finally found you..."
Following the sound, we saw a tall man running towards us. He was burly, muscular, with a full beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes. His facial lines were firm and square, showing the deep, steady and mature beauty of a middle-aged man. He shouted majestically with his deep and magnetic voice:
"Boss, I was bullied, and the armor you gave me was also stolen. You must stand up for me..."
As he spoke, he threw himself into the arms of the white-robed swordsman Foxiao with tears in his eyes, like a young swallow flying into the forest, or a thirsty horse rushing to the spring.
Just like that, we once again saw the cheap follower that Foxiao picked up casually, the only one in our guild who had changed his job to a monk, the madman who used primary skills with great perseverance to reach level 30 in one go: I am your father.
I am your father's condition now looks very bad. His clothes and armor are very badly damaged. The elf robe that originally reached his feet has completely turned into a sleeveless vest, revealing his solid and powerful biceps; the helmet "Halo of Faith" is only a broken iron ring that is higher on the left and lower on the right, wider in front and narrower in the back, hanging on his head with great difficulty, making it difficult to associate it with the lofty belief in the Supreme God. In addition, his arm guards, pants, shoes and other equipment are also very damaged. Judging from the appearance alone, it is hard to tell what they should have looked like originally.
It was hard not to look at the onlookers with astonishment when a healthy and handsome adult man was "bullied" to such a dishevelled state; and when this poor "bullied" fellow threw himself so intimately into the arms of a handsome young man in white, the onlookers' thoughts were naturally led to the forbidden sky beyond the edge of morality. The eyes of Xian Ge Ya Yi and others looking at Fo Xiao suddenly had a more profound meaning.
Finding himself as if he had become the potential male protagonist B of a taboo topic (there is no female protagonist in this topic, only potential male protagonist A), Foxiao finally managed to break free from the warm arms of "I am your father" and angrily declared loudly:
"What are you looking at? What's so funny? This is not what you think..."
God Most High, I am a devout believer with a pure heart, and I dare not have so many messy "imaginations". Buddha Xiao is really too suspicious.
What? You ask me how I know he's suspicious? Who are you trying to fool? Do you think I don't know that he thinks he knows what we're thinking? It's just that thing, isn't it? I never thought about it at all...
Under Buddha's questioning, we soon learned what happened to the bearded monk I am your father:
When the guild paid its first salary, I, your father, was not present. But our guild leader, Lady Feiyin, did not forget him and sent him two hundred gold coins.
One can imagine how excited this poor guy who had been struggling to make ends meet since he was a teenager and rarely had even two-digit silver coins on him would be when he woke up and suddenly found that he had an extra two hundred gold coins in his hand. Without any new ideas, he chose the first choice of all the nouveau riche after getting the money: shopping.
After buying a pair of pants, a pair of gloves, a pair of leather boots and a belt, he suddenly found that his magic backpack was already full. I really couldn't imagine how this rookie could have accumulated so much ballast - you know, the capacity of our magic backpacks is not ordinary, and my backpack was only filled to one-third of its capacity at its fullest. I even thought that this magic backpack could not be filled, but this rookie who was less than level 40 actually completed this extremely difficult task.
Has he never sold any second-hand goods?
"I...only know how to buy, but not how to sell..." I am your father said in a low voice with a ruddy face.
Ah, as expected!
"There are two buttons on the right side of the trading column, one is to buy, and the other is to sell..." The swordsman Foxiao shook his head weakly, wondering how the gods could allow such an idiot with no common sense to exist.
"Huh? Really? I'll pay more attention next time." The expression on my face as if I had discovered a new continent was as if I had discovered a new world.
In short, in order to put on these new equipment, the bearded monk did a "Tower of Hanoi" replacement work. He first took out some of the things in the backpack, then put his old equipment into the backpack, and then put on the new equipment, intending to put the original things back into the backpack.
But at this moment, a passerby took away all the things he threw out in front of him.
"Boss Foxiao, the armor you gave me was also taken away by him..." The middle-aged man with a big beard was about to cry when he said this.
How shameless! Although this robbery was entirely caused by your father's stupidity, the fact that even such a clumsy rookie wanted to rob him further proves the robber's despicableness.
"What kind of 'treasure armor' did you give him that made him so heartbroken!" I secretly asked Foxiao beside me.
"A 'Tough Top', a level 40 piece of junk. I threw it to him because he was almost level 40." Foxiao told me in a low voice.
As the name suggests, the "Tough Top" has only one advantage: compared with cloth armor of the same level, its physical defense is the best, but the other attribute bonuses are almost negligible. You know, no matter how high the defense of cloth armor is, it is just cloth armor. If someone really wears such a useless and useless piece of junk at level 40, he will be ridiculed.
How shameless - I was immediately furious - he even wanted to steal such rubbish equipment, this shameless bandit is really shameless to the extreme!
In the face of the despicable bandits, I Am Your Father showed the courage and tenacity that an ascetic believer of the Supreme God should have in dealing with evil: he relentlessly chased the robber out of the city, and decisively took military measures when negotiations failed.
Unfortunately, although the Supreme God taught us that good will surely prevail over evil, it is not possible to defeat the opponent with courage and tenacity alone. With my crude and blood-thirsty fighting skills, if I, your father, could really defeat the opponent, it would be a shame to the will of the Supreme God.
In this way, I, your father, was beaten black and blue, and lost his armor and weapons. He died three times in a row at the hands of the robber. The evil robber even arrogantly said that as long as I, your father, could kill him once, he would return all the stolen things. We all know the rest. Just when I, your father was about to make a fourth futile attempt, he happened to see Foxiao on the side of the road.
"Boss Foxiao, you must help me avenge this grudge..." The bearded monk cried sadly, "...That guy was too arrogant. Not only did he rob and kill people, he even sent a message to provoke me, saying that I was beaten to a pulp by a level 29 novice, and I dared not show any face..."
"What did you say?" Foxiao's forehead was tingling with anger. "What level did you say he was?"
I am your father. I realized that I had said the wrong thing, so I hesitated for a while, and finally lowered my head in shame: "Level 29..."
This burly, middle-aged monk is level 37.
"You're an idiot!" Foxiao couldn't help but curse loudly, "You were killed three times by a rookie who was nearly ten levels lower than you? And you still have the nerve to ask me to help you out? You don't feel ashamed, but I do!"
"But...but I really can't beat him..." said the middle-aged man with a hapless look on his face in a very cowardly manner.
"Then don't bother with him and just consider yourself unlucky!" Foxiao felt humiliated when his guildmates saw that his follower was so useless, and said angrily.
"But he keeps sending messages cursing people, and I really can't swallow this... Look, he sent another message!" I am your father. Helplessly and angrily opened my magic notebook, took a look, then spat fiercely and deleted the message.
"I'm still busy with my mission..." The entangled Buddha smiled with a frown, unable to hide the impatient look on his face. He didn't reject the bare-handed monk's request out of consideration for his feelings, "...I don't have time to deal with these messy things."
Seeing Foxiao's evasive look, I am your father gritted my teeth, patted my chest and said loudly: "Boss, don't say anything. Help me this time again. Tomorrow night at 6:30, in the Dragon King Hall on the third floor of Yanchi Building, you bring your sister-in-law with you. I will set up a table for a teacher appreciation banquet to welcome you!"
The power of the teacher appreciation banquet is indeed huge. As soon as I said I am your father, Foxiao's face turned up with a fake smile: "This...what are you doing? We all live in the same city. It's fate that we met. A distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. It's only natural to help each other. But this matter is really..."
"Boss, you have to respect your reputation when you get out there! That bastard doesn't give me face, so he doesn't give you face either! You have to help me vent my anger!" Seeing that Foxiao's tone had loosened a lot, I, your father, was fanning the flames just to create chaos. "If you really don't go, then even if I die a hundred times, I will fight him to the death!" As he said that, the bearded monk made a move to leave.
"Stop!" Foxiao shouted in time to stop I am your father, "As the boss, how can you watch your little brother go to die! Forget it, I will avenge you!" The white-clothed swordsman said righteously.
"Boss..." I am your father, so moved that tears welled up in my eyes, "...Thank you so much!"
"We are all brothers. Your hatred is my hatred. What's the point of saying thank you or not..." Foxiao straightened his chest and raised his head, speaking righteously:
"...The Dragon King Hall on the third floor, right? I'll be there at 6:30 tomorrow night!"
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Although what was stolen was not valuable, and a level 29 opponent did not need to be taken seriously, after all, our guildmates had been killed several times, and we could not just stand by and watch. Soon, we followed I am your father to an open space outside the city.
"It was he who stole my 'treasure armor'!" The bearded monk said angrily, pointing at a wanderer named "He Xi Ni" who was killing a bear not far away.
Seeing so many people coming at once, He Xi Ni looked a little panicked, but he still insisted: "Are you a level 37 idiot who is here to die again? Aren't you tired of dying? And you brought so many people to watch, aren't you ashamed?"
I am your father's face turned blue and red, and he stared at the wanderer who was showing off his power with gnashing teeth, but he couldn't say a word.
Foxiao glanced at him reproachfully and took a few steps forward:
" Are you the one who stole my friend's equipment?"
"I didn't steal it. He threw it out himself and didn't want it anymore. Whoever picks it up owns it!" Facing a swordsman who was nearly level 50, He Xi Ni didn't dare to say anything rude. He just said a few words in defense.
"I gave him the equipment. Just give it to him. I don't want to cause you any trouble." Foxiao frowned and said impatiently. For him, this was really an awkward situation. If he was too arrogant, it would be like bullying the weak; and if he was humble and asked a low-level rookie for it, he would feel embarrassed. Looking at his unnatural expression, I was really glad that I didn't have a little brother like I'm your father who could cause trouble.
"Why? No one forced him to throw the things out. If you can, let him take it himself. I will accept it even if you kill me several times!" He Xi Ni gritted his teeth and said fiercely, but his voice was no longer loud. The so-called "let him take it himself" was just a way of hoping that the master Fo Xiao would not do it himself. Rather than being a rebellion, it was more like another form of submission.
In fact, if things continue to develop in this way, it is not impossible to negotiate.
But there are always some idiots in the world who don't know what's good for them.
Unfortunately, I am your father and I am the most ungrateful one among them...
"Boss, he has killed me three times. We can't just let it go. Ask him to return the armor, and then kill him three more times. Guard his body and avenge me..."
I am your father, shouting loudly behind Foxiao, looking like he would never give up.
Hearing the harsh words "I am your father", He Xi Ni's face changed drastically and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it seems that you have made up your mind to use your numbers to bully the weak. You have a guild, but I don't have one? Everyone can call for help, just stare at me!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out his magic notebook and sent out several messages in succession:
"It's just a gang fight, who's afraid of who?"
The accusation of bullying the weak was put on his head. The wrongly accused Fo Xiao's face turned blue. He turned around and glared at his cheap little brother fiercely, wishing he could pick up a piece of mud and paste it on his stinky mouth.
It was then that I discovered that there was a line of guild name under the name of the wanderer named Hexini, which read "Knights of the Hammer of Punishment".
Hmm, this name seems familiar?
Suddenly, my mind became clear and I finally remembered where I had seen this familiar name.
Hammer of Punishment? The number one guild on the continent?
This is a big trouble!
