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Chapter 320 0319: Difficulty distinguishing true from false

Luodu Opera House.

Moonlight poured down from the beveled square windows.

A clear narration came from the council hall, the voice was gentle and gentle, full of thinking and doubt.

A man's story echoed in the empty room.

Ivan sat cross-legged on the long table.

He fiddled with the two daggers in front of him casually, paused occasionally, and continued after a long time, describing the desolate and cold ancient road in the northern region so vividly...

"I recall countless times, the way he held the tomahawk."

Ivan frowned slightly, but there was no complaint or hatred in his expression. In the long silence... there was emotion and amazement.

"Well, then what?"

The leader of the looters finally couldn't bear to ask.

All the people around him stopped drinking, and stopped talking about those unnutritious topics.

Interesting stories are obviously more engaging.

What's more, Ivan told it vividly, just like what he saw with his own eyes.

In Ivan's heart...

That sense of absurdity intensified.

He watched the raider chiefs around him fascinated by his story, trying not to laugh.

"What do you want to know?"

Ivan asked.

The tone is lazy and the mood is stable.

The looters slammed the long table, as if warning and urging: "Don't ink, it's the man you just mentioned. After getting the weapon, where did he lead the team?"

"I do not know."

Ivan shook his head bluntly, and before the strong men around him jumped up, he raised his hand and pressed down to signal.

"Hahaha, you must be thinking, will he pull up a team and become a looter like you, right?"

Ivan gently pushed down the dagger in front of him.

"Unfortunately, no one knows. The frenzy of the Ice Apostle broke out in the south, and the legend about the brave was covered by all kinds of tragic news, but..."

Ivan extended the ending sound again.

The raider leader nodded, expecting him to continue.

"He established his own tribe, and then began to take root and develop, becoming a tribal banner with the face of southern Xinjiang, and working hard to consolidate his own power."

There was a brief silence in the room.

Then came boos, booing and drinking.

Ivan stretched his arms and smiled, like a child juggling in the streets, playing with the dagger inserted into the wood in front of the table.

Ivan is learning how to think calmly and control his emotions.

He found:
As long as you keep quiet in your heart, you can easily capture the true thoughts of others.

Like this group of laughing looters.

When Ivan told the ending of the story, they seemed to laugh out loud, but they were actually relieved from the bottom of their hearts, thinking that this ridiculous plot must be fabricated.

Everyone admires Ken.

Everyone would be jealous of Ken.

"Hahaha, brat, you are really good at telling stories."

The leader of the looters squinted his eyes and pointed at him, thinking that he had seen through Ivan's mind, so he pretended to comment deeply.

"You have to change your ending. It's too nonsense. If you brag outside, you will be exposed easily."

Ivan smiled and nodded, noncommittal.

The strong man sitting opposite him pushed the untouched food over.

He nodded his thanks, his movements were measured, and he would not be overly obsequious, and then he took it up and ate the delicious food with great enjoyment.

Ivan hasn't eaten high-end ingredients for a long time since he left Elway.

His lips and tongue seemed to see an old friend who had been away for a long time, chewing slowly and gently, as if he was reluctant to swallow it in his stomach.

The raiders laughed and chatted for a while.

A few people focused their attention on Ivan again, thinking that this young man was a bit interesting, like a servant in a high-end place who was dedicated to serving noble lords.

"Come!"

The severed finger leader seems not to be reconciled.

He insisted on proving that the story was fabricated, so he grabbed Ivan and asked with a smirk, "Let me ask, tell me, there is another person in this story, that nobleman who is chasing after him, where did he go in the end?" gone?"

Ivan swallowed the food in his mouth.

He didn't speak, but stared at the middle of the table, a cigar stained with wine.

"Increase," laughed the Marauder leader. "Haha, slippery ghost!"

Ivan put the thing in his mouth as he wished.

He had been infected with this bad habit very early, and what he would enjoy at that time were all high-end products, direct sales products from the coastline of southern Xinjiang.

Smoke began to drift down his lips.

Only then did he look at the spectators in front of him through the floating white mist, and said calmly:

"The nobles in the southern border were kicked out of the city-state and fled to the wilderness to survive. In the end, they were captured by looters to tell stories."

"Pfft, hahaha!"

The severed finger leader was completely amused.

He covered his belly and bent down, slapping the edge of the table to make a buzzing noise.

This disheveled-looking cripple actually said that he used to be a nobleman, and the dramatic effect was really good.

"Huh, haha, when I... I didn't say it, your ending is really the finishing touch!"

The raiders laughed.

Ivan also smoked a cigar and slapped food recklessly.

He no longer has any poise and elegance to speak of, laughing while eating, pouring expensive drinks into his mouth frantically.

He even wallowed and snarled, sensationalizing...

Now no one believes the story is true.

……

The burly [Sunset Bodyguard] twitched, and the weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

Ken smashed Chen Twilight into his chest an inch more, until the opponent's blood bar turned completely gray, and the corpse slowly lay down.

He leaned wearily beside the opponent, drew out his battle axe, and wiped away the blood.

The mercenary light armor was riddled with holes at this time, and even the part that had been burned to the point of melting was curling up towards the inside, and the blood mixed with sweat dripped down, firmly sticking the inner lining to the body.

The ice cubes are disintegrating.

Ken stood up and looked around, all the corpses of the enemy.

The bodyguard he killed just now was the last support of Sarek in Southern Xinjiang. Now all the obstacles have been cleared, and the commotion should be big enough.

The weather is cold, with a lot of water vapor.

Ken turned his head and saw a few remaining minions. He had fought with the sunset bodyguard just now, and now he was the only one standing in place.

He won.

The fighting spirit of the minions is gone.

Sarek appeared at the bow of the ship, staring at him, cursing Ken aloud, and slamming the precious metal-wrapped tin rod on the ground, growling continuously: "This ship is mine, you want money, but I will never Easily let you have..."

Ken staggered to his feet, gasping for breath, staring into the other's eyes.

Sarek's chest was heaving wildly.

He still doesn't know who this guy is and why he came to attack his ship.

"You... stupid!"

Sarek was too angry to speak.

He grabbed the magic props he had prepared and was about to press them against the pier in his hands.

But when he came to his senses, the surroundings were empty.

Ken suddenly appeared behind him.

Rumble!
The battle ax completely lifted the top cover of the beast sailboat, and a big hole was opened in the corner of the cabin deck for people to spy on.

(End of this chapter)