People are in the ark, not heroes

When Bechman heard the words, his first reaction was to think of Kaldoli and others who still haven't come back.

He didn't know what he had made up in his head, his expression suddenly turned livid, and then emotions such as hesitation and doubt emerged from Bechmann's expression and eyes one after another, and it was a good show for a while.

"Why, do you want me to remind you?"

Lynn tried his best to imitate the high-ranking appearance of those pretentious guys in his mind. Judging from Bechman's expression, the effect seemed to be not bad.

"A few mercenaries who don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth went to the depths of the dense forest of Sargon, and did some arrogance for a little money."

"If they offend the adults, then I am willing to make compensation..."

"Compensation? What can you compensate me for?"

Lynn glanced at the man in front of him with playful eyes, while Bechmann's cheeks were constantly beading with sweat.

He was completely suppressed in terms of momentum. He could understand every word of Lynn's, but it was difficult for him to think about the meaning. The aggressive power under the calm appearance almost made his brain stop.

He didn't think about Lynn's identity, nor did he think about whether there were loopholes in his words. He just heard Lynn's words and subconsciously proposed to pay compensation. In other words, he had already put himself in the bottom of his heart." The weak" position.

This is crushing at the level of life, and it is also crushing "potential".

After the disaster of Hai Si, Lin En vaguely understood that his body seemed to have undergone some slight changes.

When a person's body integrates various powers and bloods such as sea descendants, demons, and devil kings, his life level will also leap forward accordingly.

Coupled with Teresia, he didn't worry about these powers—especially the power of demons that would run amok in his body.

Lynn just imitated those big figures who played tricks, but the effect was unexpectedly good. It's not that his acting skills are too outrageous, but with the help of evil spirit and demonic power, the amazing momentum is enough to crush the weak In his heart, as long as he makes a slight statement, the other party will frighten himself.

As for the control of "momentum", Lin En doesn't know anything about it, but there is one person who knows it very well and can use it freely.

That's Teresa.

The slender phantom sat aside, looking at Lynn quietly.

"I didn't expect that the invisible and inaudible aura can be so effective."

Lynn sighed in his heart. He originally planned to play a play with Bechman to get some information, but now it seems that it was just a play.

Looking at the look of this guy in front of him, I'm afraid he wouldn't hesitate much if he asked him to dig his family's ancestral grave.

The phantom of Theresia shook her head.

"Momentum is just momentum after all, and it can't be turned into a spell. It's a pity that the core of your momentum is pure killing intent. It is naturally easy to use on the battlefield. At this time, it can only do so much."

"If this man had been a little firmer in his heart, he wouldn't be as unbearable as he is now. He doesn't even dare to think or disobey."

"People in high positions don't even have this bit of backbone, so it's hard to see."

Teresia's gentle voice was filled with disdain that was almost beyond words. Even a kind-hearted person like her was full of disgust for guys involved in human trafficking.

Before the unification of Kazdel, as a war-torn area, I don't know how many monsters and monsters sneaked into it, and how many Sarkaz people were trafficked to various parts of the mainland.

The Sarkaz are natural fighters, coupled with the influence of blood, most of the Sarkaz are good-looking, and a trained Sarkaz slave is also a very popular commodity.

"But as long as the purpose can be achieved, that's enough."

Lynn doesn't mind the process, but he cares more about the result.

Bechmann was a softie, although his previous preparations were in vain, it was not unacceptable.

So he lowered his head slightly and looked at the two middle-aged nobles who were fighting in front of him: "You can't compensate me, let the people behind you come and talk to me."

Lynn's words were full of coercion in Bechman's ears, almost like an irreversible order.

Considering that Lin En's words carry the evil spirit that frightens the soul and the power from the demons, this statement is not wrong. In essence, this kind of "momentum" has surpassed pure momentum, but a kind that can almost confuse people's hearts. special power.

Like the whisper of an evil god.

"I... I... I can't make a decision... let you see the lord..."

Bechmann showed an expression uglier than crying, and knelt down with a plop.

"Oh?"

Lynn showed a half-smile expression.

Even so, he refused to say.

Rather than saying that he is tough, it would be better to say that the warlock who planted the spell on him is not bad at all.

Moreover, this technique is rooted in the mind. If he uses his own ability to forcibly decipher it, Bechmann may become a fool who only knows how to speak. As an insurance, it is quite good.

It seems that it is unrealistic to want to skip class after all.

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PS: I counted carefully, Lynn seems to have really become a hexagonal warrior now

Break through the clouds:

Chapter 7 Life is a Play

Bechmann woke up from his trance.

He hardly remembered what he had experienced before, only a pair of eyes... a pair of frightening eyes.

Then there is the boundless fear.

"Baron Bechmann?"

The man in front of him shook his glass gracefully, and the red wine in the glass glowed like blood: "What do you think of the agreement I just proposed?"

Suddenly, such a sentence popped out of Bechmann's mouth: "Then, what is the price?"

"Price, where is the price? Our business is connected in series. This is a win-win cooperation."

The man smiled and said words full of deception.

For some reason, Bechmann always felt that there was a voice in his heart telling him to trust the other party.

He signed in a daze, without even paying attention to what was written in the so-called agreement. Anyway, if it is not conducive to his agreement, he will refuse to accept it afterwards. compensation.

Anyway, the captain of the guard is his nephew.

"Come on, let's drink to our future."

Lynn and Bechmann clinked glasses lightly, and each drank the red wine in the glass with ghosts.

That's right, there is a dead end ahead of you, and there are mountains of swords and fire in front of me. We all have a bright future.

After walking out of Bechmann's mansion, Lynn couldn't help but almost laughed out loud.

"Are you so sure that the people behind him won't be able to sit still?"

"You have to try, it depends on how important he is in the other party's heart. Even if he is an abandoned child, he must be used when necessary."

Facing the voice in his head, Lynn shrugged helplessly: "The guy behind him has supported him to this point, from a useless bastard with nothing to a town councilor to the operator of a military factory... as a A chess piece, undoubtedly still has some weight."

"You suspect that the person behind him is Duke Deco?"

"No, on the contrary, I think he is unlikely. Although from Bechman's diary, Duke Deco ordered him to do all of this... But whoever writes a diary, and doesn't write anything throughout, Just write about your shady work under the Duke of Deco."

"Although there are no flaws in the handwriting, judging from the ink marks, this diary was not written day by day, but was written in one breath at a similar time."

Teresa thought about it.

"It's misleading."

"Well, it's misleading. The people behind him probably want Deco to be tried as a scapegoat, but it's so obvious, either lack of brains, or a thief calling for a thief-so he is still suspected, but not big."

Teresia couldn't help laughing at Lynn's pungent comments, and then Lynn took out a remote control from her pocket under her dumbfounded gaze, and pressed it heavily.

"It's almost time to count."

Fierce explosions sounded from the factory in the distance. The deafening sound was accompanied by intense flames, which were still clearly visible even after three or five blocks.

"Wait, this is..."

"Oh, I asked Red to help me plant some bombs in the factory. Although there will be no casualties under Red's organization, those precious equipment must have been burned. Judging by the fire, the hoarded ammunition is probably destroyed. We died together."

Interestingly, Bechmann originally planned to plan an explosion, blow up part of his own factory, and then push the pot to the infected, using this as an excuse to plug the gap in his embezzlement of public funds.

However, under his plan, part of the factory was destroyed at most. As long as the sophisticated instruments were safe and sound, and the factory could resume production quickly after an explosion, he could also shirk responsibility by saying that the public funds were used to fill the instruments. The higher-ups wouldn't blame him too much for the damage of the equipment. After all, he had done a lot of hard work over the years, and he also had some relationship with a certain duke.

But Lynn would not be so gentle. He directly burned the entire factory, let alone Duke Deco's relationship behind him, and the loss was enough to make Duke Deco tear him up with envy.

This is a large-scale arms production factory, and there are only three of similar size in the entire Godotting County!If the order of the regular Victorian army is delayed and production cannot be resumed in time, the Grand Duke and Londinium will blame it, and the Duke will not be able to get good results.

A cluster of flames ignited in Lynn's hand, burning the useless remote control to ashes.

"Okay, now I am the only lifeline for Bechmann."

As a chess player, I found that the important chess piece in my hand was inexplicably bullied by others.

What would he do?

Even if that guy is decisive enough to directly activate the spell in Bechmann's mind and turn him into a braised pig's brain, it will be of no use at all, because Lynn has already put a shell of his own spell around his spell model, which can insulate the general The influence of Originium technology.

It's just that he can't casually destroy the spells rooted in Bechman's brain, but it's not difficult to block the signal to activate the spells.

In other words, Bechmann is "bait".

No matter what the people behind him think of him, they must take action at this moment, so that it will inevitably reveal their flaws.

In order for the other party to receive the news smoothly, he didn't even kill the guards and concubines who drew their knives at him, but just knocked them out and threw them into the warehouse. But to be honest, after seeing the brand of slaves on them, After seeing death as life, Lynn probably understood their origins.

This strengthened his determination to uproot these slave trade groups.

It's useless to kill just one Bechmann, so kill all the way, find out all the people involved, and kill them all one by one.

This is not a trial. Lynn is not qualified to make a trial. He just wanted to do it, so he did it.

After discovering that Bechmann was a coward who could be completely overwhelmed by his aura, he once thought that his plan was unnecessary, but things went round and round, and finally came to this point.

To reiterate, his target was the people behind Bechmann from the very beginning. As for this Baron Bechmann, according to the laws of Victoria, what Lynn found in his residence alone was enough to send him to prison. The walls of the scaffold a dozen times.

Assassination, rape, kidnapping, destruction of public property, drug trafficking, human trafficking, torture and killing of human beings...

He really didn't do anything related to people.

Even if the people behind him have the best hands and eyes, they can't protect him. After all, once these things are made public, they will definitely arouse strong public outrage.

He's not worth the price either.

"Then, cutie."

Lin En's mouth grinned silently, revealing a malicious smile.

"And how will you deal with it?"

The creepy chuckle echoed in the muddy alley.

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PS: The person who said at the end of the last chapter that the waist is not hexagonal, I will give you a buff