"Herbert, you bastard..."

Svendy felt that she was about to get angry and smoked. She swears that the other party looks good, but she has a good idea and can't think of it for a moment.

He felt that he had been humiliated like never before, and he was so angry that he suddenly saw the sword brought by his new guard, pulling it out with a bang, and roaring angrily, "I want to kill you!"

But I just shouted and gestured for a long time, but I didn't really take action.

"If I were you, I would never have done this." A lazy voice said next to me.

Svendy was startled and then realized that there were several more people around her. The young Andys man spoke, and said angrily: "Who are you?"

"Didn't you just keep yelling to see me?"

Sean still looked in a bad mood. There were too many patients recently, which had seriously affected his sleep and practice. He had begun to consider whether to transfer some people to come over or reduce the business.

After all, he conducted experiments in medical institutions, collecting data is the main thing, saving people and treating diseases is the secondary thing. He does not have the sense of mission of saving people all over the world. It is not cold-blooded, but in this turbulent world. War is the most harmful to people. If you want to save more people, it is not to practice medicine in the world, but to find ways to eliminate the war and chaos, which is the fastest way.

"My friend has a bad temper. If you accidentally hurt yourself, it will be unbeautiful!"

"You threaten me? Who are you? How dare you threaten me?" Svendy, who was angry, pointed his sword at Sean and roared loudly, "Do you know who I am? How dare you threaten me?"

Embarrassing!

If there is a mirror that can be seen, Sean's expression at this moment is definitely a big embarrassing word.

How narcissistic does this person have? Do you think that everyone in the world should know his name and his prominent life experience?

Although he did know the other party's identity, it was also because of the butcher Valesta, who had deliberately inquired about it.

As normal people see it, they actually forget that there is a strange species like middle school boys in the world.

There is no doubt that the one in front of him is the best, with noble origins, rebellious age and arrogant personality, which creates the other person's eldest son, the second son, the third son, and the savior of the world, and the whole world revolves around him.

The best way to deal with such a person is to use cruel reality to tell him that he is just a tiny particle of dust in this world, and whether his existence or not will not cause any change to the world.

Sean avoided the other party's long sword and said with a smile: "Threat? How could it be? Even if I give me two courages, I wouldn't dare. I just kindly reminded me. If you are not happy to listen, you can continue."

Svendy was like a furious hedgehog, sneering, "Do you think I'm stupid? You can't see that there was something wrong with Sir Herbert. It must be that you untouchables did anything. What you barbarians are best at is voodoo witchcraft. It must be that you did something to Sir Herbert. Yes, it must be that you did something to Sir Herbert. Hurry up and say, what evil things did you do."

After hearing the other party's righteous speculation, it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not. He believes it himself and is complacent about his intelligence.

Sean was stunned. It seemed that he underestimated the other party's second-level position.

Svendy said with a proud expression like a little rooster: "I will order you as the fourth heir of the Adolph family, the guardian knight of the Holy See, and immediately let Sir Herbert return to normal. For the sake of your healing for Sir Herbert, I will not blame you, otherwise I will hold you legally responsible."

Sean is a typical person who is soft but not hard. No matter in his past and present life, especially this kind of middle-aged and stupid, he will not feel any favorable to him. He just wants to press it on the ground to rub and rub it again.

If Svendy and the others came to the door in a friendly manner, Sean might not be able to lose face and collect some medical expenses to return the butcher Valesta. After all, his cooperation with the corpse collector was not justified, and he never consulted the parties involved or the slave owner from beginning to end.

It’s not that Sean agrees with this slave system, but that the overall environment is like this. The rights and interests of the slave owner are protected by law, but his behavior is illegal.

But now, Sean pretended to be stupid and said, "Did you recognize the wrong person? What Sir Herbert? You said him? Haha... Sir, you are so funny. Look at him, how come he looks like a jazz. This is an insult to the jazz. You must have recognized the wrong person. This is my servant, my servant who has been with me for many years, buns! Bubble, isn't the bun delicious?"

"Bun! Bun! Delicious! Delicious!" When the butcher Valesta heard Sean's greeting, he raised his hands with a silly smile, and responded in a speechless manner. He didn't know whether he was responding to Sean's greeting or simply saying that the bun was delicious.

"You are talking nonsense! You are talking nonsense. He is obviously Sir Herbert. Selt. How did I become your servant bun? Herbert? Selt. You are Herbert? Selt. You are Sir Herbert. Selt. You are Sir Herbert butcher Sir Herbert. You are not a hell of a bun!"

Svendy said furiously that the most typical characteristic of such a person is that he allows himself to be unreasonable, but he does not allow others to be unreasonable.

"You must have recognized the wrong person. He is definitely not the Sir Herbert you are looking for. He is just a bun, my servant dumpling." Sean said in a concise way, "Eller, give the buns two more baskets and a pot of mutton soup. I was so choking that I only ate buns. You see, the buns have been hungry and weight loss recently, so eat more tonics."

"Okay, come here, two cages of buns and a pot of mutton soup, come now."

Eller pulled the long tune and deliberately made the word "bun" extremely long. He praised his boss's ability to turn black and white. The arrogant little rooster was as black as the bottom of the pot, which made him feel more comfortable and ran to the next restaurant.

The restaurant and the medical center are not built side by side, but are facing a street. After all, the medical center is in and out every day, patients and corpses are all in the hospital. If they are neighbors with the restaurant, there is no need to do the business of the restaurant.

But after all, it is a family, and there is also this small door in the secret corner to facilitate entry and exit of your own people.

Soon two steaming buns were served. The excited butcher Valesta slapped the solid wood table and kept yelling: "Buns, buns, delicious, buns, like to eat, buns..."

Every time he ordered a bun, Svendy's face turned darker, and her whole face was about to turn into a Daguan Gong, and her forehead was sweating and steaming.

Seeing that his young master was so angry that he was about to smoke, the chief guard jumped out again to show his presence and asked, "You said he was your servant Baozi, what's wrong with his injuries?"

"That's right! Are you explaining what's going on with his injuries? Sir Herbert was injured by champion Knight Starbuck in the arena, but in front of the entire Solo City people, how dare you say he is not Sir Herbert?" The chief guard reminded Svendy and asked loudly.

Sean said with a sad look: "My servant went to the Andes Mountains to collect herbs for me, and accidentally rolled down the ridge. He was covered in bruises and almost died. I was sorry for him."

The butcher Valesta was injured while wearing heavy armor. The wounds were crisscrossed. The process of dismantling the deformation armor was inevitable secondary damage. Some of the more serious wounds were stitched by Sean's unqualified craftsmanship. The wounds in the semi-healing state were crooked like ugly centipedes lying on him. It was difficult to tell whether it was a sword injury or a scratch, which was convenient for Sean to talk nonsense.

"You are just quibbling, pure quibbling." Svendy had never seen such a shameless person. He was obviously Sir Herbert in front of him, but he wanted to open his eyes and tell lies, saying that it was a bun.

The most important thing is that Sir Herbert didn't know what was wrong, but he kept echoing the other party and ignored him.

Debate is not what Svendy is good at. He usually acts like a rogue. I didn't expect that today I met a master who is better at talking lies with his eyes than him, and I couldn't find a better reason to refute.

"I am stating the facts, how is it called quibbling? I am in my own home. You come and drag my servant to say something about Sir Herbert. How come I refuted a few words and become quibbling? There is a place where the rule of law is not allowed to speak nonsense."

Sean looked innocent. Since the two sides had broken up, he didn't plan to come back. He had no reason to talk about this kind of late-stage secondary disease, because when you reason with him, he would in turn mess with you. It would be better to bite him from the beginning and not let go.

Svendy grunted for a long time and finally said, "Do you know who I am?"

Sean was shocked by the other party's strange brain circuit again, but he still answered truthfully: "You have just introduced yourself. You are the fourth heir to the Adolf family."

"Do you know the Adolf family?" Svendy seemed to have found his magic weapon to win and asked immediately.

"I don't know." Sean was not sloppy this time, but really didn't know. He only knew that the owner of the Butcher Vatales was a great noble heir from the capital Vatales. As for how big the family is, I don't know. The complex aristocratic relationship in the Byron League is his shortcomings.

His understanding only stays at the level of the eight armies and the eight dukes of the Byron Alliance. The aristocratic class below is basically blind. One thing is certain that the other party is not the eight armies and the eight dukes of the dukes, because there is no Adolf among the eight surnames.

Svendy showed a look of no wonder you dared to be arrogant with me, and then said proudly: "The Hereditary Marquis of the Adolf family is directly loyal to the Lancelot royal family. It has a fiefdom of 300 kilometers and has an army of tens of thousands. I am the most likely to become the heir to the power of the Adolf family. Are you not afraid?"

Svendy once again showed a arrogant expression like a little rooster, looking like my family is awesome, and I am awesome, come and lick me.
Chapter completed!