Chapter 68 Is there such a good thing?
Brandon seems to know why Doom emphasizes that he is an ogre "wise man" every day.
With the ogre's brain the size of a walnut, it would take him a long time to respond to any question he asked.
Although among the six-dimensional attributes given by Noven, intelligence affects the smoothness of communication with the magic network and the sensitivity of thinking, it does not directly affect IQ.
But with the 6 points of intelligence provided by this headband, at least the reaction speed can be faster.
Compared with Doom's ogre brethren, he can probably be considered a "wise man"!
When Doom staggered towards the Gungun Bolt Workshop, he didn’t even realize the wise headband that fell from his body.
"I think Doom may not have even noticed that he has such a thing on him." Another worker next to him who is also a Novin believer guessed: "After all, his dirty hair has not been washed for at least three years. Bar!"
"Be bold, maybe he hasn't been washed since he was born." Brandon revised the coworker's statement.
The crowd burst into laughter.
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Inside the Gungun Bolt Workshop, there is a room with an old wooden sign that reads "The boss's important place, no idlers allowed to enter."
Listening to the noise, screams, and laughter outside the workshop, the goblin "Gungun" squatting on the elevated boss chair became more and more irritable. Two quills in his hand were accidentally broken. .
Goblin Gungun has the appearance of a traditional goblin.
He is short and thin, with only a few sparse hair on the top of his head, long and pointed ears, a cunning light shining in his round eyes, and he is wearing a dirty short formal suit.
He is overwhelmed by the severe capital chain pressure caused by the recent poor sales of the workshop's products.
The door was pushed open by Doom from the outside. When he walked in, he forgot to lower his head and hit the door frame heavily.
"Bang!"
There was a loud bang.
The goblin "Gang Gun" was so frightened that he almost slipped under the table.
After seeing who was coming, he slammed the table hard in anger.
"Can you be careful when you walk! You're such a stupid guy who only thinks about brute force!"
"Do you know how much this gate is worth? Can you afford to pay for it if it's broken?"
No matter what, he pointed angrily at Doom and cursed him with curse words without repetition for a long time. After taking a breath, the goblin "Ganggun" asked about the real thing:
"What's going on outside? I didn't tell you. Do you want you to arrange those guys quickly and let them continue working? "
"Time is money!"
"If they don't start work, they're losing my money by wasting time!"
"Why are there still people making trouble in front of the workshop?"
The ogre Doom scratched his head in confusion, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly choked out a few words: "...Boss, there are...many...human beings out there, and Doom...can't defeat them." "
Goblin Gungun was stunned: "What did you say? You can't beat them?"
He specially hired someone to capture this ogre in the Twilight Wasteland, promising that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to eat enough meat.
He also spent a lot of money to buy a wise headband produced by a dwarf blacksmith, just to make the ogre's IQ slightly higher and not eat the workers as snacks.
Apart from anything else, it is definitely more than enough to deal with these ordinary people working hard in the lower city. Ordinary level 1 professionals do not dare to conflict with Doom.
As a result, today we encountered a tough opponent that even Doom couldn't defeat?
“How many people are there outside?” Goblin Gungun confirmed.
Doom counted on his fingers for a long time, then sat down and started counting on his toes again.
After a while
He slowly stretched out a thick and dirty finger.
Goblin Gungun: "It takes so long for you to count just one person?! And you use both hands and feet?!"
Doom: "No...no, boss, it's..."
"...There are a bunch of people, Doom can't count them!"
The normal ogre's math level is only 1, 2 and 1 pile, 1 big pile.
Goblin Gungun's face darkened, and he almost fainted from Doom's anger.
"Boss, they said... let you go out and pay your wages, otherwise... they won't... work anymore." Doom said slowly. "Hey! Rebel against them! If you don't come to work, you still have time to find reinforcements, right?" Gungun suddenly became furious and jumped from the boss's chair to the ground twice, "Come on, take me out!"
Doom reacted for two seconds, said "Oh", stretched out his hand, picked up the goblin's rolled back neck and put it on his shoulder, and was about to turn around and walk away.
Before Gungun could sit still, he looked forward and his eyes widened!
"Head! Head! Head!"
"You stupid guy! Lower your head! My door frame!!"
"Bang!"
There was another loud noise.
"...Ouch!"
This time there were two people covering their heads.
Gungun sat on the shoulder of the ogre Doom, reminding the other party that he had forgotten his "height change", and then bumped into the door frame, with a big bulge on his head.
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Stumbling all the way to the door of the workshop, I saw Brandon and others.
Brandon took the lead: "Old profiteer! Hand over the wages you owe everyone!"
Gungun's big ugly eyes were as wide as bells. Instead of giving in, he said angrily: "I remember you!"
"Are you the Brandon who resigned a few days ago?"
"You still dare to come back and ask for wages?"
"I haven't asked you for money yet!"
"The damages caused by missed work, the medical expenses for Doom's beating and treatment, and the mental damages that I myself must compensate for being frightened!"
"Let me tell you, I have a very good relationship with Mr. Evan from the Blood Fang Gang!"
"I was playing cards with him at Bloody Roulette a few days ago!"
"Where are the people you brought? Do you think it's great to be able to defeat this stupid big guy?"
"What's the use of fighting in the lower town of Greenport!"
"Do they dare to provoke the Bloody Fang Gang?"
"Either pay the money! Or believe it or not, I will call Mr. Evan from the Bloody Fang Gang here right now!"
When Brandon's co-workers heard the name of the Bloodtooth Gang and thought of the various domineering acts this criminal gang had committed in the downtown area, they subconsciously became a little scared.
Everyone in the Bloodfang Gang is brave and fierce, but they are much more powerful than the ogre overseer Doom.
"Brandon...how about we...forget it?"
"Anyway, Doom has been beaten, so we can take it out."
The nearby workers reminded Brandon cautiously.
Brandon's reaction was exactly the opposite of that of his co-workers.
He is not afraid of rejoicing!
Thankfully, they were still thinking of disguising themselves as Crusaders and breaking through the defenses of several peripheral strongholds of the Blood Fang Gang.
What is this?
Did the enemy voluntarily give up the defensive advantage of a stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and sent it to him? !
Is there such a good thing?
Brandon almost used his lifelong acting talent, trying hard to look like "a guilty conscience but a tough talk":
"Blood...what happened to the Blood Fang Gang!"
"Even if that Evan comes today, I, I... still need this salary!"
"You should call the people from the Blood Fang Gang over here!"
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