I, the invincible strong man, was deceived by the system for 100 years

Chapter 50 Pork Knuckle Rice, Good Life, Here I Come



"Mr. is right! I realized it again!"

Except for Marcus, who was full of depression, the others straightened their backs immediately.

He glanced at the guys around him who all hid away in horror after seeing him and others, and no longer felt embarrassed.

A trace of cold sweat flowed out from under Lynch's smiling face mask.

It's not that he doesn't want to change the mask, but this mask is so cheap!
Marcus's identity was too sensitive to reveal his identity easily, and he didn't want people to see his face.

Otherwise, how embarrassing would it be if my identity as a villain was exposed in the future?
On the contrary, Lynch's words gave the subordinates a lot of confidence.

I think what Lynch said is very reasonable.

Paul instantly became proud. He glanced at these guys who were walking towards Linton City and hiding away from him, and shouted: "What are you looking at? Look at me digging out your eyeballs!"

Passers-by were startled when they heard the words, and hid further away, not daring to vent their breath.

I didn't dare to look directly at these weirdly dressed guys with creepy masks.

Terrible, terrifying!

That smiling face always feels meaningful.

Who are these people?

"Brother Paul, let's travel low-key, it's better not to be too arrogant." Marcus frowned and nodded.

"Lord Marcus. It's not that I'm being too arrogant, but that my husband said that I'm lacking in heart, and I don't want my life to be incomplete." Paul's tone was serious.

The other three members of the 'Arrogant Four' also nodded towards Paul Qiqi.

Marcus suddenly realized that this is cultivation!
"I'm absolutely right." Lynch blinked.

What Paul said was so reasonable that he had no words to refute.

He looked up at the city.

It is piled up with hard big stones, and it is about ten meters high.

On the city wall, there are soldiers in simple armor patrolling.

As for the gate of the city, one can see from the top of the tower a large, extremely thick log, which should be secured with iron chains or the like.

A group of soldiers stood at the gate of the city, maintaining order.

"Let's go into the city." Lynch shrugged, feeling a little hopeful in his heart.

Human city!
Pig knuckle rice, soft bed, hot bath!

Good life, here I come!
Leading a group of subordinates, they walked into the city.

As far as the cities of this world are concerned, although they seem a little backward, they have everything in them.

But now, most people in the city are equipped with equipment, obviously because they have to face the beast tide, there are many adventurers.

You can still see young people in robes everywhere, these should be students.

There was a steady stream of merchants coming and going, driving carriages covered with white cloths over their wares.Better ones use domesticated monsters to pull carts.

There are also many people setting up street stalls, selling weapons, potions, magic scrolls and other props, yelling hoarsely.

Obviously, people from other worlds also want to make a living.

Lynch looked left and right, and he also yearned for life in this world.

He, who has not stepped into human society for a hundred years, is full of expectations.

Lynch led these guys all the way, and everywhere they passed, passers-by were all shy and cast strange glances at them.

The dress of this group of people is really weird.

Soon, after Paul asked a poor passerby, they knew where the mercenary union was.

It's more like a bar than a mercenary union.

Rose Bar.

This is also the tradition of mercenaries. What they like most is adventure and romance.

The bar is their favorite place to go, so many years ago, the mercenary union cooperated with the bar and set up the office of the mercenary union in the bar.

As soon as he approached the door, Lynch could smell the strong smell of wheat and delicious food, and the noisy sound inside also spread far away, and the unrestrained mercenaries were shouting.

These mercenaries came and went in the wind and rain, and were carrying out tasks all day long. They were very particular about having fun in time, and they all developed a violent temper.

"go in."

The face under Lynch's mask was a little curious.

I don't know if there is pig's knuckle rice in the mercenary union?

After Lynch and a group of subordinates entered the mercenary union, the noise inside gradually became smaller until it became completely silent.

All the mercenaries looked at Lynch and the others.

Uniform gray robes and masks, and only one of them is carrying a huge sword, and it is wrapped in white cloth. It is not simple at first glance.

But soon, they turned their attention away and ignored Lynch and others.

They have been on the verge of life and death all year round, and they know that sometimes they can't bring too much curiosity.

"Sir, that's the service window of the mercenary union. Let's go over there and register for the mercenary regiment." After Paul joined the mercenary union, he was inexplicably sad.

At the beginning, he also set up a mercenary group, and with his efforts, he finally used his status as the Duke of the family and Prince Borg, entrusting relationships and spending money to make the mercenary group reach A-level.

However, that is now in the past.

Now, he is going to join another mercenary group. There is no doubt that this mercenary group will be extremely brilliant.

"Yeah." Lynch responded.

All his attention was on the bar.

This bar is really not small, the sunlight shines in and sprinkles on the food, allowing Lynch to see clearly.

sandwich?White bread?pasta?beef?
What about the pork knuckle rice?
Somewhat disappointed, Lynch walked slowly towards a long table, where an uncle was flipping through the parchment, obviously, he was dealing with matters, and did not notice the arrival of Lynch and others at all.

"Oh!"

Paul slapped the table, attracting the uncle's attention.

"Stop busy, register the mercenary group, boss!"

The uncle pushed up his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and raised his head impatiently: "Got it, got it, you guys."

He just wanted to say, 'you young people with messy dreams', but when he saw the masks Lynch and the others were wearing, his hair stood on end.

No words came out of his mouth.

This is so scary.

"Sign up as a mercenary? Good, good!" The uncle nodded stiffly.

Swallowing, he took out a long roll of parchment and handed it to Paul: "Just fill it in, and it will be fine."

The uncle heaved a sigh of relief when Lynch and the others left, and stroked his chest vigorously.

Muttering in his mouth: "What kind of mask is this? The material looks very good, the surface is shiny, and the lines are smooth. This is what it looks like, it's too scary. These people seem to have a different identity. No, I have to report to the higher authorities. Pay close attention to this group of weird guys, I hope it's not people from the Thieves Guild who are here to make trouble."

And Lynch and others don't care about this.

All they want is attention.

Lynch sat on a table, surrounded by his subordinates, all of whom were deep in thought.

They're coming up with names for the mercenary regiment.


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