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

Be caught off guard.

Everyone stared blankly at Borg.

Is there something hidden in this?
Even Lynch was a little stunned.

Could it be that something went wrong with the Hydera barbecue that was given to the subordinates and secretly cast the super-level spell "subordinate spell" when they were in the hotel?
It can't be!

The atmosphere became solemn.

I saw that Borg's voice sounded again.

"Sir, do you still want to hide it from them?"

Borg's voice was full of sadness, which made Lynch's body tremble.

"You are too selfless and great, but have you thought about our other smiley faces?"

"You actually want to take us secretly to the beast tide to fight Ashukira without everyone on the battlefield knowing! That's Ashukira!"

"Do you think we can survive without the help of others? We have followed you for so long, but you only think about these strangers!"

"You said 'I don't want these city people to appreciate me, even if I want to save others, I should keep my name anonymous'. But have you thought about it? This will kill you!"

"As your subordinate, I can't bear it any longer. You are too great!"

Borg fell to his knees helplessly, sobbing.

His sad voice penetrated the hearts of everyone around him, and the sad atmosphere affected everyone like a plague.

Even Sam's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

"Your Excellency No. [-], no! Sir, you are a sage! So you actually wanted to save the city of Nystad without telling us all, and I was still thinking in my heart that you were unwilling to help us because of selfishness! I am so ashamed. "

Sam grew more guilty as he spoke, wiping away tears with his sleeve.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I misunderstood you."

"Master Sam is right, you are a sage."

Marshall and Gibson also fought back their tears and bowed towards Lynch again.

As for the people around, they also began to be grateful to Lynch.

【Looking forward to currency +3】

【Looking forward to currency +5】

【Looking forward to currency】

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silence.

Lynch opened his mouth wide. Fortunately, there was a mask, which didn't make him look ugly.

Until Lynch was brought to the tower, he was a little confused.

All I heard was gratitude and flattery.

"Mr. No. [-], thank you for your help. The Nystad leader will always remember your kindness."

Sam thanked Lynch again, and began to introduce the strong man on the tower to Lynch.

30 people, all of them are extraordinary powerhouses from Nystad Territory.

It's just that most of them are in the second or third rank of extraordinary.

The strongest, the fifth level of extraordinary - Bob Robin, the dean of the largest academy in Nystad Territory, a magician of the dark department.

Although he has lived for more than 200 years, he still looks like a young man.

Black hair, black pupils, black robe. Except for the skin and teeth are normal, it can be said that his whole body is completely black!
"Mr. No. [-], I already know your plan. To be honest, I am also very moved."

When Bob spoke to Lynch, he made no secret of his admiration.

"However, I want to know the real strength of Mister No. [-]."

It's just that respect is one thing, but how much you can help is another.

Bob pays more attention to Lynch's actual combat power.

"My strength?"

Lynch thought for a moment.

"Be a little stronger than all of you."

But Lynch's general expression made everyone look at each other in blank dismay.

Honestly, it's pretty insulting.

The people on this high tower are the strongest group of people in the Nystad leader. On weekdays, no one of them obeys the other.

At the extraordinary stage, it is already very difficult to improve.

And magic and combat skills, not a simple class can represent everything.

For example, an extraordinary first-order magician who is deeply into magic can defeat an extraordinary fifth-level magician who only knows how to bury his head in meditation.

The same is true for warriors or other professions.

"Mr. No. [-], I hope to know your exact level, or your proficiency in magic or combat skills, so that we can better plan the battle."

As the dean of a magic academy, and having lived to such an old age, Bob sees things more clearly than young people.

After Lynch gave a general reply, he became suspicious.

"Also, Mister No. [-], we don't even know whether you are a magician or a warrior, or some other profession."

When Bob said this, he frowned.

In his opinion, Lynch didn't have the aura of a strong man at all.

"Well, fighters or magicians are fine. If you are proficient, there is no one. I know a little bit of everything. As for my level, you can just think that I am a little stronger than you."

Lynch was still answering in general terms.

To be honest, even he himself doesn't know how strong he is now.

As far as he could see, he was in the Osterna Forest in the distance.

The tall tower is not low, which broadens his vision even more.

This is also the first time he has seen such a large forest.

It's a pity that Amao's corrosion is too severe, and the trees and land have lost their most natural colors, and are all pitch black.

Then, there are those monsters who have calmed down and are gathering at the outskirts of the Osterna Forest, ready to attack at any time under Amao's order.

"Your Excellency No. [-], can I assume that you are perfunctory to us?"

Bob's eyes were sharp and he gritted his teeth.

His expression changed everyone present.

This Dean Bob has no good temper!

"I have a story here. Once, when I was traveling in the mainland, I met a bard in a village. No, when I knew his true identity, he was not a bard, but a legend The brave man in the village. With his identity as a brave man, he defrauded the entire village of money, and then when the thieves came, he took the money and left quietly. After that, all the villagers in the village were looking forward to the 'brave man' 'It can save them, but what they face is only the butcher's knife of thieves."

"Then I found him. I asked him why he did it. He said that if the thieves came, he could run away, and if the thieves didn't come, he could say it was because the thieves were afraid of him. Whatever the reason, It won't do him any harm."

Bob's words made everyone ponder.

"Oh"

Lynch also simply responded.

It seems that this guy regards himself as a charlatan.

"Dean Bob!"

Sam said in a low voice:
"Please don't doubt Mr. No. [-]. I have seen his strength. He instantly casts the eighth-level magic 'Confinement'. Moreover, I believe in his character!"

Sam's eyes were determined.

He expressed his understanding of Lynch's behavior of not disclosing his own strength.

Moreover, hiding one's own strength is the consciousness of the strong.

During the period of contact with Lynch, he also probably knew Lynch's character.

Coupled with what he thought was Lynch's selfless behavior, he thought Lynch was a bad talker from the bottom of his heart.

"I also trust Mr. No. [-], and I can vouch for him."

"me too."

Marshall and Gibson also looked at Lynch firmly.

If Lynch wasn't so strong, how could he have subordinates of extraordinary level?

They have felt the monstrous killing intent and threat from Marcus!

"you."

Bob frowned.

He wondered if something had gone wrong.

Could it be that this guy who doesn't have the slightest aura fluctuation and who speaks in such general terms is really so trustworthy?
"What I want to say is that there are many methods of confinement. As far as I know, there are seven of them. Maybe our 'Mr. One' is a strong man who has a deep research on alchemy?"

Bob laughed. Over 200 years old, he still maintains his elegance.

Crossing the fingers of both hands, he saluted Lynch as a mage.

"Number one, I wish you a smooth journey. I will be by your side and accompany you."

Lynch turned his head slightly and glanced at Bob.

"Well, what kind of etiquette is this? It's quite polite."

Lynch was very happy with the etiquette of this world.

It seems that people in this world are very polite, even doubts are so elegant.

"."

This time, not only Bob was silent, but even the rest of the powerhouses were a little silent.

This special meow is a classical mage ceremony!

As long as you are a strong man with culture, you will know it!
"Well, may your journey be rough."

Lynch moved his hands a bit, followed Bob's example, and returned a salute.

As a polite person, Lynch still does a good job of this.

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Looking at Lynch's serious look, he made messy gestures.

With Bob's livid face and the strange eyes of the strong men, Sam felt a headache while holding his forehead.

'Mr. One, still so vengeful. '

Marshall and Gibson looked at each other and nodded cautiously.

They all remembered what happened at the entrance of the bar, and decided not to provoke Lynch in the future.