Volume 1 Chapter 64 I think the smiling people are a bunch of liars

Caught off guard.

Everyone stared at Borg in amazement.

Is there some hidden story behind this?

Even Lynch was a little stunned.

Could it be that something went wrong with the Hydra barbecue that was secretly cast with the super-level spell 'Slave Spell' and served to the subordinates at the hotel?

You can't do that!

The atmosphere became solemn.

Borg's voice sounded again.

"Sir, are you still going to keep this a secret from them?"

Borg's voice was filled with sadness, which made Lynch shudder.

"You are so selfless and great, but have you ever thought about the rest of us smiling people?"

"You actually wanted to lead us to the beast tide to fight Ashkira secretly without anyone on the battlefield knowing! That's Ashkira!"

"Do you think we can survive without help from others? We have followed you for so long, but you only consider these strangers!"

"You said, 'If I don't want the people in the city to be grateful to me, I should hide my identity even if I want to save others.' But have you ever thought about it? This will kill you!"

"I can no longer endure being your subordinate. You are too great!"

Borg fell to his knees helplessly, sobbing.

His sad voice pierced the hearts of everyone around him, and the sad atmosphere spread like a plague, affecting everyone.

Even Sam's eyes turned red and tears flowed down his face.

"No, sir! You are a wise man! You actually wanted to save Nystad from all of us, and I thought in my heart that you were selfish and didn't want to help us! I am so ashamed."

Sam felt more and more guilty as he spoke, wiping his tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, sir, I misunderstood you."

"Master Sam is right. You are a wise man."

Marshall and Gibson also held back their tears and bowed to Lynch again.

As for the people around him, they also began to express their gratitude to Lynch.

【Expectation Coins +3】

【Expectation Coins +5】

【Expectation Coin......】

"......"

silence.

Lynch opened his mouth wide, but fortunately he was wearing a mask, which prevented him from looking ugly.

Lynch was still a little confused until he was taken to the high tower.

All I heard were sounds of gratitude and flattery.

"Mr. No. 1, thank you for your help. Lord Nistad will always remember your kindness."

Sam thanked Lynch again and began to introduce the strong men on the tower to Lynch.

There were about twenty or thirty people, all of them were extraordinary and powerful men from the Nystad Territory.

However, most of them are at the second or third level of extraordinary.

The strongest, Extraordinary Level 5——The Dean of the largest academy in Nystad Territory, Bob Robin, a dark magician.

Although he has lived for more than two hundred years, he still looks like a young man.

Black hair, black eyes, black robe...except for his skin and teeth, which all look normal, you could say he is completely black!

"Mr. One, I already know your plan. To be honest, I am also very moved."

When Bob spoke to Lynch, he made no secret of his admiration.

"But I want to know the true strength of Mr. No. 1."

Respect is one thing, but to what extent you can help is another.

Bob paid more attention to Lynch's actual combat capability.

"My strength?"

Lynch thought about it.

"A little bit better than all of you."

But Lynch's general expression made everyone look at each other in confusion.

Honestly, it's quite insulting.

The people on this high tower are the strongest group in Nicetad. Normally, none of them will submit to anyone else.

When you reach the extraordinary stage, it is already very difficult to improve.

Moreover, magic and combat skills cannot be represented by simple class.

For example, a first-level extraordinary magician who studies magic in depth can defeat a fifth-level extraordinary magician who only knows how to meditate.

The same is true for warriors or other professions.

"Um...Mr. No. 1, I hope to know your exact level, or the magic or combat skills you are proficient in, so that we can make better arrangements for the battle."

As the dean of a magic academy and having lived to such an old age, Bob sees things more clearly than young people.

After Lynch gave the general answer, he became suspicious.

"Also, Mr. One, we don't even know if you are a magician or a warrior, or some other profession."

Bob's brows were already furrowed when he said this.

In his opinion, Lynch did not have the aura of a strong man at all.

"Well... I can be a warrior or a magician. As for being proficient, there is no one. I know a little bit of everything. As for my level, just think of me as being a little bit stronger than you guys."

Lynch continued to answer in a general manner.

To be honest, even he himself doesn't know how strong he is now.

His sight was directed to the distant Osdena Forest.

The tower was not low, and it broadened his horizons.

This was also the first time he saw such a large forest.

Unfortunately, the corrosion of Amao is so severe that the trees and land have lost their most natural color and are now completely black.

Then, there were the monsters that had calmed down and were gathering outside the Osdena Forest, ready to attack at any time according to Amao's orders.

"Mr. No. 1, can I assume that you are just trying to please us?"

Bob's eyes were fierce and he gritted his teeth.

His expression changed the expressions of everyone present.

Dean Bob doesn't have a good temper!

"I have a story here. Once, when I was traveling around the continent, I met a bard in a village. No, when I knew his true identity, he was not a bard, but a legendary hero. With the identity of a hero, he cheated the entire village of their money, and then when thieves came, he left quietly with the money. After that, all the villagers in the village were looking forward to the 'hero' to save them, but they only faced the thieves' butcher knives."

"Then I found him. I asked him why he did that. He said if the thieves came, he could run away, and if the thieves didn't come, he could say it was because the thieves were afraid of him. Either way, it wouldn't do him any harm."

Bob's words made everyone ponder.

"oh......"

Lynch also responded simply.

It seems that this guy thinks he is a swindler.

"President Bob!"

Sam said in a low voice:

"Please do not doubt Mr. No. 1. I have seen his strength. He instantly cast the eighth-level magic 'Imprisonment'. Moreover, I believe in his character!"

Sam's eyes were firm.

He expressed his understanding of Lynch's decision not to reveal his own strength.

Furthermore, hiding one's own strength is a sign of the strong.

During the time he was in contact with Lynch, he also got a general understanding of Lynch's character.

Coupled with what he considered Lynch's selfless actions, he believed in his heart that Lynch was a man of few words.

"I also trust Mr. No. 1 and can vouch for him."

"Me too."

Marshall and Gibson also looked at Lynch firmly.

If Lynch was not that strong, how could he have subordinates of extraordinary level?

They had felt that kind of murderous intent and threat from Marcus!

"you..."

Bob frowned.

He wondered if something had gone wrong.

Can this guy, who has no trace of aura and speaks in such a vague way, really be trusted?

"What I want to say is that there are many ways to use the confinement technique. As far as I know, there are seven. Maybe our 'Mr. No. 1' is a strong man who has studied alchemy deeply?"

Bob laughed. At over two hundred years old, he still maintained his elegance.

He crossed his fingers and gave Lynch a wizard salute.

"Number One, I wish you a smooth journey. I will be by your side."

Lynch turned his head slightly and glanced at Bob.

"Hmm...what kind of etiquette is this? It seems quite polite."

Lynch is very happy with the etiquette of this world.

It seems that people in this world are quite polite, even their doubts are so elegant.

"......"

This time, not only Bob was silent, but also the other strong men were somewhat silent.

This is a classic wizard etiquette!

Any educated and strong person would know this!

"Well... I wish you a bumpy journey."

Lynch moved his hands and returned the salute, imitating Bob's example.

As a polite person, Lynch did a good job in this regard.

"......"

Looking at Lynch's serious expression and messy gestures.

There was also Bob's sullen face and the strange looks from the strong men. Sam held his forehead with his hand and felt a headache.

'Mr. One, you still hold a grudge.'

Marshall and Gibson looked at each other and nodded cautiously.

They all remembered what happened at the bar door and decided not to provoke Lynch in the future.