Lord Roar

Chapter 135 Fan Di
After Heldon left, Alan noticed that there was a little old man next to him, who seemed to be mentally ill, and was writing and drawing with a dilapidated notebook.

Allen scolded with a smile: "Why, you have to write our names in a small book, and let your grandson avenge you in the future."

Only then did Fan Di notice that someone was talking to him, and quickly kicked the little book back into his arms.

"Wait, show it to me." Allen stretched out his big hand and wanted to come over.

Fan Di hurriedly covered her chest, Alan rolled his eyes, I want your little book, not your chastity.

The big Babylon, who had been waiting for a long time to show off, was kicked by Fan Di when he came up and lay down. He rode on the little old man and began to pick up his clothes.

"Will you give it to me? Oh, I still want to resist. If you resist again, I will tear up all my clothes."

Allen couldn't stand it anymore, it was so disgusting.

Kicked down by Babylon the Great, and shouted, "Let me come."

Then Allen rode on the little old man and started groping in his arms.

It took a long time to snatch the little book, but one didn't pay attention, the little old man bit Alan's hand, and the little book fell to the ground.

The big Babylon and the vile dog fell to the ground like pooping shit, picked up the little book, and started to flip through it.

Alan, who finally pulled his hand out of Fan Di's mouth, didn't have the nerve to beat the little old man. The old guy was skinny and couldn't stand his own punch.

"Do you know how to read?" Allen looked at Big Babylon dissatisfied.

Big Babylon looked at it for a long time, and finally handed the small book to Allen in embarrassment.

Allen looked at it for a long time, and saw something messed up like a ghost drawing, and threw the notebook back to Fan Di casually.

"What did you write, by the way, I haven't asked you yet, what do you do?"

Fan Di took the notebook and carefully put it back in his arms, only then remembered his situation.

"What about you? What's the matter, there's no one in the Western Diocese, and a dumb person came here to scold us?"

"I'm not dumb, my name is Fan Di, and I'm a human geometer."

Allen was overjoyed: "Is there really no talent in the Western Diocese? Are all the teachers here?"

Fan Di didn't know how to explain, he hesitated for a long time, and finally closed his mouth.

"Chief, kill him." Babylon the Great suggested from the side. The old man was so ignorant that he dared to bite his own chief.

"No, no." Fan Di shook his head again and again: "It would be a pity if you killed me."

"Oh, let me go, teachers in the western parish, are they all so stinky and shameless?" Allen was amused by the little old man, and continued to ask: "Why can't you be killed? Seeing how thin you are, you can be a thug No, if you are a coolie whose physical strength is not enough, let you go back, and you will starve to death or freeze to death, it is better to kill you now, and you will die sooner and be freed, you say yes."

Allen is also a cute guy, the little old man looks like he is 70 or [-] years old, and he doesn't look like a bad guy. For some reason, he got involved with the fire mage sent by the Western Diocese.

Fan Di actually shook his head seriously, and said, "No, no, it's such a pity, it would be such a pity to kill him."

"Eh?" Old Du Fu was watching the fun, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and asked suspiciously, "What's your name?"

"Fan Di, Fan DiMeilon, a geometer."

"Master Fan Di?" Old Du Fu seemed to have seen something unbelievable. After seeing the other party nodded for confirmation, he gave a student salute in a serious manner, and said respectfully: "They are all barbarians in the wasteland, offending you gone."

After finishing speaking, Old Du Fu went up to hold Fan Di's skinny arm, and quickly pulled him to the table for him to sit down.

Allen asked suspiciously: "Very powerful?"

Babylon the Great said disdainfully: "How amazing, it's as thin as Kahn's backed saber tiger."

Old Du Fu picked up his magic wand, and smacked Big Babylon's thigh, cursing at the same time: "Go away, don't be annoying here, you know what a fart."

The little old man seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and when he saw the food on the table, he swallowed.

Alan, who is like a human being, does not judge people by their appearance like the big Babylon. He pushed the untouched food in front of Fan Di and said, "Since the old Du Fu knows you, you are my family. You are welcome, eat."

With the body of a thin dog and the speed of a hungry wolf, Fan Di started to gobble up the food on the table.

Alan thought of the lack of food in the camp, and suddenly regretted it.

Half a day later, Fan Di, who was full, pointed at Old Du Fu and said doubtfully, "But I don't know him."

Old Du Fu's old face was flushed, and he said in an embarrassing manner: "The name of Master Fan Di, the magician of the human country in the southeast, who hasn't heard of it, I know you enough, and you haven't heard of me, it's normal."

Allen looked at the little old man more and more suspiciously, is this old man so powerful?Have all the mages in the southeast heard of him?This old man is a carpenter who specializes in making wands?
In the past, there was an old man in their village. Everyone knew him from all over the world, and no one dared to offend him, because he opened a coffin shop and specialized in making coffin boards for people. If you offend him, if someone dies in your family, Don't make the whole coffin, just dig a hole and bury it.

Old Dove saw Alan's puzzled look, and hurriedly explained what a geometer does.

After listening to it for a long time, I finally understood it. Alan thought to himself, it turned out to be a math teacher. I thought it was so good.

Alan, who lost interest, began to pick up the violent bear cub on the ground to tease.

Old Du Fu asked respectfully: "Master Fan Di, you came to the wasteland this time to measure the casting distance for that fire mage?"

Fan Di nodded embarrassingly, as if she was not ashamed of what she had done, her face flushed slightly.

Seeing this scene, Allen couldn't help feeling more fond of the little old man.

"My granddaughter is studying at the court academy in the Western Diocese. Cardinal Lando asked me to help, but I can't help it, hey..."

Old Du Fu waved his hand indifferently and said, "I understand, you have no other choice. Don't worry, as long as I'm here, these barbarians won't do anything to you."

Fan Di hurriedly expressed his thanks and said, "Okay, okay, thank you, by the way, let me ask, who are you?"

"Hahahahaha!" Allen couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed out loud.

Old Du Fu glanced at Alan, and said to Fan Di: "Just call me Du Fu."

Fan Di smiled awkwardly, and asked with some uncertainty: "Then can you let them let me go back?"

Old Du Fu didn't hesitate at all, and said in a big way: "No problem, you can leave whenever you want."

Allen, who put the Violent Bear cub on the ground, was lying on the table drawing drawings at this time, and looked at Old Duff suspiciously.

Old Duff nodded, but Alan didn't care. It's a waste of food for a poor math teacher to stay here.

After drawing the drawings, Allen called De Niro over and said, "Just build it according to my drawing. This kind of trebuchet should be easy to assemble, understand."

De Niro took a look at the drawing and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, Fan Di looked at Alan and asked curiously, "Can you design trebuchets?"

"What? You have an opinion."

Old Du Fu stepped on Allen, and said angrily, "Can you be a little polite?"

I'm going to fuck you, Alan didn't expect that this sentence would come out of the mouth of the old Du Fu, which is really unreasonable.

Fan Di waved his hand to express his indifference, and asked again: "Can you show me?"

Allen picked up the drawn drawing from the table and handed it to Fan Di.

"Not bad, not bad, unique, not bad, this design, um, design, um, not bad, not bad." Fan Di didn't know whether it was sincere or not, and kept nodding in praise.

Alan saw that Fan Di, whom the old Du Fu admired so much, was full of praise for him, so he couldn't help but immediately pretended to be, and said triumphantly: "Oh, it's good to know, the whole continent is the only one, today I will raise your eyes, Let me tell you, I hate those bricks called beasts the most, and they are far worse than me."

Fan Di raised his eyes and looked at the same Alan. His fingers pinched on the drawing were a little red because of too much force, and his mouth seemed to have something to say.

After enduring it for a long time, Fan Di finally fell silent. In order to hide his gaffe, he grabbed the glass on the table and drank all the wine in it in one gulp.

After drinking the wine in the glass with her face up, Fan Di asked in horror: "Is this wine?"

Allen and Old Duff nodded, not knowing what he meant.

In the next second, the little old man's face was flushed, and his eyes slowly began to lose focus.

Allen saw it, this little old man can't drink, if you can't drink, what kind of big cloves of garlic are you pretending to drink, and you drank it all in one gulp.

Just when he was about to laugh, the little old man threw the cup to the ground with a "pop", and stepped on the wooden stool.

Pointing to Allen's nose, he shouted: "I'm sorry, I'm the only one. You can take this for the parabolic tool of the trebuchet? Half a kilometer away? Idiot, can the base bear it? Look at your stupidity, It’s as long as a black bear, and you still design blueprints? When I designed the three-kilometer trebuchet by myself, you didn’t know where to hang out? Grandpa told you that you didn’t even think about parabolas, and you still designed blueprints, and, basically The seat is made of forged steel, why don't you compete with Saromon to see who is more stupid."

The old Du Fu next to him, seeing Fan Di, who was crazy about drinking, pointed at Ai Lun and started cursing, screaming in his heart that it was terrible.

Unexpectedly, Allen didn't seem to be angry, but said with a smile: "Bragging. b, if you can, come here."

Fan Di took a sip, and shouted loudly: "Okay, I'll let you see and see, by the way, and the armor you got for those barbarians, it's made of forged steel, rubbish, it's rubbish, what a pity The material is gone, the limb armor can be completely designed with gears, which is easy to wear, and the thighs and back can be designed in a V shape to be fast, fast, fast.”

In the middle of speaking, Fan Di rolled his eyes, and with a sound of "shopping", he lay straight on the ground and fell asleep.

"Great Babylon!" Allen shouted.

"Come on, come on, what's the matter chief."

"Just take care of me. From now on, he will be your own father. If you don't have a hair, I will kick you to death."

"..."

(End of this chapter)