Chapter 66 Making trouble? No, it’s to ask for a salary!
After discussing the battle plan of disguising the Crusaders, Brandon hurriedly left the hidden cave with a few companions who were familiar with him.
At this moment, the sun has turned to the west, exuding an orange-red afterglow, and it is approaching night in the evening.
In order to cooperate with Pat's plan, he needed to complete the forgery of the Crusader's outfit overnight.
Brandon had to arrive before work ended, find his fellow workers and friends at Gungun Bolt Workshop, and ask them to help build it together.
"There is still a share of my salary from the workshop that I haven't received. I can ask for it when the time comes." Before arriving at the workshop, Brandon thought thoughtfully: "With this money, I can go and see if I can find it." Use a handy weapon."
"If I can't afford a two-handed sword made of fine steel, I can make do with a wooden sword with a similar shape!"
"Otherwise, wouldn't learning [Two-Handed Sword Mastery - Basics] be in vain?"
He has mastered combat skills, and what is holding Brandon and even many other believers back now are weapons and equipment.
For example, Brandon likes the feeling of power when wielding a two-handed sword, but he can't afford even a second-hand stainless steel sword sold on the black market. The one he currently uses is a short sword stolen from a certain Bloodtooth Gang gangster. .
The situation is similar for other believers.
Those who took the shield warrior route did not have a shield at hand, so they had no choice but to use the lids of the cooking pots at home to make up for it.
Novin can provide all kinds of knowledge and information, and can also improve the physical strength of believers, but there is currently no good solution in terms of equipment.
Most believers are just using whatever they have now. When they act collectively, they are like a ragtag army with all kinds of weapons and everything.
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After Noven announced a limited-time event to clean up the Blood Fang Gang, Brandon, who had successfully mastered the use of anger, decisively quit his job.
When the goblin workshop owner named Gungun heard that Brandon had quit his job, he said with a very mean expression: Because he had not worked for the full month, half of his wages would be deducted, and he would have to wait until the workshop's fixed monthly salary. His salary will be paid on the following day.
Brandon was too lazy to argue with the little green man and nodded in agreement.
In the next few days, he was busy beating up the lone Blood Tooth Gang in Xiacheng District and learning combat skills. He had no time to collect his wages in person, so he could only entrust a coworker to collect them on his behalf.
I finally found some time to settle this matter.
Thinking of this, Brandon quickened his pace a little.
Turning the corner, at the door of the Gunbolt Workshop, the ogre overseer Doom appeared one after another, as well as...several co-workers that Brandon knew.
From a distance, Brandon heard the two parties gathering at the entrance of the workshop and arguing about something.
"What happened?" Brandon had an ominous premonition in his heart.
The workers roared in anger:
"Let the boss come over and explain the matter clearly! What do you mean by cutting your salary in half this month?!"
"If you don't give me an explanation for this! We won't work anymore!"
Then came the slow and lame common language of the ogre overseer Doom:
"The efficiency of this monthly workshop... is not good, the boss... said... because you are lazy!"
"If you... continue to disobey me, next month... your wages will be halved... so... go to work quickly."
When Brandon heard this, he became furious.
He strode over and pushed away the workers around him.
He was recognized immediately.
"Brandon!"
"It's Brandon who's back!"
"What have you been doing these days?"
"You can't really become a professional, right?"
Brandon turned and smiled at his coworker friend next to him.
"Friends, leave this matter to me."
A more familiar worker asked worriedly: "Is it okay? Doom is not easy to mess with."
Brandon made a reassuring gesture.
Standing in front of the ogre Doom, he asked in a deep voice:
"The workshop agreed to calculate the payment by pieces. Who of you doesn't work seriously!"
"If the product can't be sold, isn't it because that old goblin profiteer Gungun uses low-quality materials to polish the bolts!" "His products can't be sold, so why should we be blamed!"
Ogre Doom stared at Brandon blankly, and it took him a while to realize: "You...you are...Brandon!"
"I remember you, the boss said... you resigned early and delayed the overall progress of the workshop, so... you have to pay the boss a fine of 20 silver coins."
Brandon almost laughed out loud.
"Me? Not only do I not have my salary, but I also have to pay him a fine?"
Ogre Doom nodded very seriously: "That's right...are you here to pay the boss?"
The situation is already clear.
Obviously, the boss of Gungun Bolt Workshop, the goblin named Gungun, has inherited the fine tradition of the green dwarfs:
Rolling around and confusing right and wrong.
You have to rely on debts you can rely on.
If you can't afford a debt, you have to do whatever you can to do so.
If it had been Brandon before, they might have just pinched their noses and recognized this dumb guy in the end.
After all, the ogre overseer is not easy to mess with.
Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary first-level professionals dare not provoke the ogre easily.
This race can be called "ogres" because when they are hungry, they will really treat humans as food!
But now.
Brandon silently took out the short sword that he had previously captured as a trophy from his arms.
The few professional believers of the Knowledge Seeking Sect who came with him were also prepared tacitly.
After three days of training in the secret cave, their overall strength has improved to a higher level.
Not only have you mastered more skills.
And how to form a better fit.
The warrior believer holding the pot lid stolen from his family as a shield stood at the front and spat fiercely on the ogre Doom!
"You stupid monster!"
Doom's head suddenly became filled with blood and turned red and warm.
"No! Accurate! Say it! Doom! Silly!"
"Dum! Smart! With..."
Before he could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by the believer holding the pot lid and banging him!
Combat skill - [Shield Bash]!
Although it was just an ordinary wooden pot lid, under the influence of the anger bonus, this collision still had an obvious effect.
Doom was knocked back half a step.
The ogre's mind was not very smart, and his raging anger guided him to subconsciously counterattack the opponent.
The casserole-sized fist slammed hard at the provocateur, who was much shorter than him.
Seeing this, a fellow pastor and believer in the rear immediately opened the Book of the God of Radiance in his hand - the kind that is distributed for free during church sermons, and sang loudly:
"Brilliant light, tough shield, attached!"
With the blessing of [Divine Word: Shield], most of the force of Doom's counterattack was offset by the magic. The fellow warrior standing at the front only swayed slightly!
Seeing that the companions cooperated tacitly, they had successfully attracted the "hate" of the ogre Doom.
Brandon then raised his dagger, stepped forward, and joined the battle!
“Tell that profiteer to hand over the money he owes everyone!”
"Eat my heroic blow! Bastard!"
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