Pan Shen?

What a strange name...

Garcia nodded silently, but was thinking quickly in her heart.

I've never heard of this name...

Just as he was thinking, a group of people ran quickly from the village.

They are men and women, old and young, and some are stained with blood and apricot yellow mucus, making them look extremely embarrassed.

In the crowd, Garcia couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Bardin's figure.

"Where is Ukr?"

Pan Shen glanced at the crowd casually and asked.

"Here, here, sir..." A figure emerged from the shaking remains of the building and waved his hand and responded loudly.

Because of the incident just now, he finally climbed out of the room, his body covered with dust, but he didn't have time to beat him and ran straight to Pan Shen.

"Where is my 36th wife?"

To Garcia's expectation, Pan Shen glanced at the middle-aged man and asked such a question at this time, using a tone of taking it for granted.

What surprised him even more was that everyone around him did not seem to be surprised by this.

"Report to the Lord, she..." Ukr swallowed and paused: "She is still on the way."

"Are you really on the road, or are you lying to me?"

"Mr. Pan, how dare I lie to you at this time? She is really on the road..." Ukr replied with a sad face, but accidentally got dust in his eyes. For a moment, he rubbed his eyes wildly, and tears mixed with dust, one by one, looking very embarrassed.

"Don't betrayal!" Pan Shen snorted coldly, "Ukel, do you still remember what I said at the beginning?"

"Remember, sir, I certainly remember your most loyal servant," Ukr responded hurriedly despite rubbing his eyes.

"I bless the village and help you purify it, and I need women." Pan Shen emphasized, "In a few days, Ukr, if my 36th wife has not arrived yet, you know your ending, I have shown it to you with my own hands."

"Yes, yes, Lord Pan Shen, I, Ukr, swear to my soul. The woman you want is on the way and is almost at Badibila. The quality this time is quite good. I think you will definitely like it!"

"Very good..." Seeing Ukr making a vow, Pan Shen's face finally eased a little. He didn't even look at the others around him, and turned around and left.

"He is..." Garcia finally found the opportunity to come to Barding and asked in a low voice.

"Pan Shen, the guardian of the village, is, in fact, our village can gain a foothold in Badibila, largely because of his existence."

Even the thick hair could not hide Bardin's pale face at this time. I don't know if it was Garcia's illusion. He even felt that Bardin's eyes were much dimming.

"Then his 36th wife..."

Barding glanced at the villagers scattered around him, then looked at Garcia, and whispered: "This is no secret in the village, it's a waste of money. Pan Shen likes women, very beautiful women, but for some reason, every woman who has been to bed would fall into irrepressible madness that night and eventually die in his arms..."

Speaking of this, he even deliberately suppressed his voice, "I heard that he was looking for a partner, but he has not succeeded until now. Not only humans, elves, orcs, but some people say that he even tried the sub-dragons, dwarves and even fishmen..."

He seemed to feel the eyes coming from the people around him, and he coughed twice, "But Lord Pan Shen has indeed contributed a lot to this village. The food you eat is purified by his hands, and you also feel that there is no cult atmosphere at all."

"Then why did he still look for a partner?" Garcia couldn't help but ask.

As a northerner, he was not surprised by this extremely strange "polygamy". In the cruel Northland, the chance of death of a man who went out to hunt was quite high.

As long as you are a strong man, you are almost unlikely to lack a female partner in the North. Maybe there will be women who admire their strength to come to "borrow seeds".

Some people even slandered the Becky family, believing that its berserker bloodline was just a deformed product that was eventually born through the combination of countless Nordic bloodlines.

Although this statement is quite absurd, it is also based on this traditional custom.

Of course, this is what people in other regions think of the North, and no North is too lazy to deal with such remarks.

In the cold wind that drips into ice, under the hunting of elusive cold people and cold spiders, and in the environment where ice and snow freeze into steel, where those vulnerable remarks in other warm areas can be accommodated?

Only by living can we discuss the so-called ethics.

"Who knows..." Bardin coughed a few times and glanced at Garcia meaningfully, "Do you want to..."

"I only know you still owe me intelligence fees." Garcia shook his head, expressed his attitude, and changed the subject bluntly.

"Okay, don't be like a debt collector. Hell, I think I should have died here just now," Bardin complained, but he seemed to have thought of something and swallowed the second half back.

"But you also saw it, boy, the villages are now like this. You may have to wait for a while for your intelligence fee. Of course, if you want to secretly get it while people are not paying attention, I won't tell anyone else." Bardin whispered quietly in Garcia's ear.

Of course, Garcia shook her head immediately.

What a joke?

How dare he steal things at this time?

I'm afraid that this Barding wanted him to be beaten to death by the villagers and take the opportunity to save this intelligence fee?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously turned around and looked at the direction where Pan Shen left.

"Pan Shen doesn't live in the village, and no one knows where he lives, but he will come to the village regularly to take his wife away, and don't even think about following him. The last fool who followed him is almost ripe for three batches of grave crops."

"What about you? Who are you?"

"Me?" Bardin smiled, "You should know that since you come from the Kingdom of Agrant, you should have heard of the name of the Sword of the Sky?"

"But why did you settle here?"

“Where is this?”

"Badibila."

"Yes, boy, this is Badibila, it is the paradise for the criminals and the home of the exiles, so are you asking knowingly?" A trace of sorrow flashed in Bardin's eyes, and then a bitter smile. Finally, he said with a smile and sigh: "I am a devout apostate..."
Chapter completed!