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Owen said with some emotion that as a mage himself, he needs to be protected by other people. Once he is caught, it will basically be over, so he feels deeply.

The others nodded approvingly after he finished speaking. The scene of waving a huge scythe that didn't match his figure really left a deep impression on them.

"But Neil, I have to remind you, as a mercenary, it's better not to use such an impressive weapon."

Motley took a bite of the apple, then looked at him and said.

"At the very least, don't use it at will when you don't have enough background, otherwise it's easy to be targeted by humans and monsters at the same time."

Neil saw Harvey shrugged towards him, which obviously meant "Look, I told you already."

"Motley is right. The mercenary industry is easy to form a bridge with others. Unless it is the kind of famous mercenary who doesn't care about the debts and hides it or not, it is easier to survive by keeping a low profile. "

Snow also echoed his words and nodded.As the captain of a mercenary team, he also has some experience of this.

It's easy to tie knots...

Neil and the others subconsciously set their sights on Jason and Eleanor as if they had agreed in advance.

"Look at what I do?"

Jason, who was sitting silently with a knife in his arms, felt a little uncomfortable under their gaze, so he couldn't help frowning and asked.

Eleanor, on the other hand, was as lazy as ever to talk to them, still looking at the book in his arms without any reaction to their gaze.

"nothing......"

Owen scratched his head with a dry smile.

"I just think your character should be quite suitable for being a famous mercenary."

Good guy, you have a high EQ.

Neil couldn't help but glanced at Owen with a strange look. He didn't expect this honest-looking young man to be so eccentric.

His words made Jason snort suddenly. Although he didn't participate in the chat of several people, he could still hear the words clearly, so he naturally knew what Owen meant.

"It doesn't matter if you make a beam. If you dare to come, just cut it off. As a mercenary, you don't even have this awareness. It's better to find a small village and hide for a lifetime."

It is this fighting mad character that easily offends people...

Everyone couldn't help thinking silently in their hearts.

"You can't say that. When it's time to be cautious, it's better to be cautious, especially some special weapons, such as crowbars, crowbars, and crowbars."

Neil said with a serious expression.

"In addition, you must be careful of a monster called Porgy in the future. That kind of clown costume is quite unfriendly to a surname like yours, and it may cause clown ptsd or something."

Seeing Neil who was spouting a lot of inexplicable words, Jason couldn't help but cast a weird look at the other people who were equally puzzled, and said.

"Can anyone tell me what the hell he's talking about?"

"God knows."

Harvey couldn't help rolling his eyes and spreading his hands.

"He has been talking to me about coins since he got in the car, disfigurement, holding a wonderful weapon that can hit the enemy from a long distance, etc. The ghost knows what he is talking about."

"Ahem... so Neil, you'd better not use that wonderful scythe weapon normally."

Motley coughed a few times, interrupted Neil, who was getting more and more excited as he talked, and brought the topic back.

"The scimitar is relatively unobtrusive anyway, but the sickle combined with your stacking stick is really unique. If it is not necessary in the future, only use the blade part, or other weapons."

Knowing that they were kindly reminding him, Neil also turned serious, and nodded solemnly.

"Okay, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, let's confirm the arrangements for tonight's vigil."

Seeing that the gossip was almost done, Motley clapped his hands and began to formally arrange the tasks for tonight.

As in the daytime, Motley still arranges in groups of two, which can also avoid the risk of one person not having time to respond to unexpected situations.

It's just that Neil's expression became unnatural.

The same group of vigils as myself is the woman named Eleanor.

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Volume 15: Journey to Borowy: Chapter 15 Chapter [-] Night Talk

To be honest, Neil was very reluctant to spend the night with a woman who was 99.99% a monster.

But if you think about it another way, if other people were on vigil with her, most of what happened would have to be sent.

In any case, it was impossible for him to sleep peacefully. In this case, he might as well keep watch at the same time as that Eleanor, so that even if something really happened, his speed and reaction would be faster.

In this sense, Neil did not raise any objections, and honestly waited for Harvey and Owen, who were on duty last round, to wake him up after the caravan rested.

"When you encounter something that you can't make up your mind about, remember to wake us up as soon as possible."

Owen patted Neil on the shoulder, left a word, then returned to his seat and lay down, slowly falling asleep.

I'm afraid I'll wake you up and send them all in a group......

The corner of Neil's mouth twitched, thinking helplessly.

After lightly patting his cheek, Neil got up from the ground and walked to the tree trunk a little further away from the fire.

If you stay too close to the flame, your eyes will easily ignore the situation from the dark, and you will not be able to respond when fighting in the dark.

This was Motley's special reminder after the grouping was completed, and the target of these words was obviously a newcomer, him.

My luck is really good, I met a group of pretty good mercenaries on the first mission.

In Neil's prediction, he was likely to encounter bad-quality mercenaries who liked to steal and oppress newcomers doing things in the dark.

And they not only gave him a lot of useful knowledge, but also took the initiative to remind him of the hidden dangers brought by the funeral blade, which made him feel a little warm in his heart.

"Mind if I sit next to you?"

Except for...the woman in front of her whose identity is unknown and who is basically certain to be a ghost.

Neil couldn't help feeling a little panicked, but with a normal expression on his face, he nodded towards Eleanor, and then moved a large distance to the side.

Seeing her slender body wrapped in silk cloth squatting together slowly, Neil also subconsciously stretched his hand to the handle of the knife at his waist, preparing to slash immediately if the other party made any changes. run away.

"You seem to be paying attention to me?"

What Eleanor said casually caused cold sweat to break out on Neil's forehead, and he shook his head hastily.

"No, no, not at all, it's just that you are a little curious because you haven't spoken all the time."

"Then why are you so nervous?"

"I was younger and the women sitting next to me were nervous... tense..."

The gaze from the other party's hair made Neil forced a smile on his face, but he cried out in his heart.

Bumblebee too, and you too, can this group of monsters stop being master alchemists one by one?

Isn't Uncle Motley delicious?Isn't Tsundere Harvey delicious?Look for them and not me!

For some reason, Neil felt that after he said this, the other party's mood seemed to become a little unhappy.

Eleanor seemed to give up observing him, turned her head, and looked at the crackling flames not far away from time to time.

"Ask you a question."

she asked without looking back.

"What do you think of humans and monsters?"

Humans and monsters?

Neilton was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to ask this question at this time.

But no matter what, at least this question is much easier to answer than the first two propositions.

"Isn't human beings very good? The sect is thriving, brave men are blooming everywhere, and the quality of life is getting better and better."

"As for the monsters... they are all young ladies, they are much more eye-catching than in the old days, and it's okay to be a wife who can warm the bed and cook when she is taken home."

Neil shrugged and said.

The fact that the other party was able to ask such a question obviously understood the monsters and the cult, and he didn't need to hide the truth about the monsters.

"It's just that forcing the mind to become a monster is a big problem. Is the self who is turned into a monster still my own? Is the thought after the mind is forcibly changed still my own? From this point, I can only say that monsters are still the enemy of human beings. "

As Neil spoke, he was also thinking in his heart.

Are you asking this question to confirm my attitude towards monsters?But at the same time, she asked her own attitude towards human beings, and why?

And Eleanor, who heard his words, didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear what Neil said at all, and his brows were deeply frowned.

"that......"

An idea suddenly popped up in Neil's mind, and he asked tentatively.

"Are you a scholar who studies monsters?"

Facing his question, Eleanor finally had some reaction, shook his head slightly, and said slowly.

"I'm not, I'm just a magician who likes to read books."

Neil was puzzled again.

"Then you asked me the question just now because..."

"Just pure curiosity."

"Uh... well..."

The corner of Neil's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Then he saw Eleanor's hand rise suddenly, and the magic of the atmosphere gathered at her fingertips.

Neil was startled, and immediately put his hands on the handle of the knife and the handle of the stick respectively.

call out--

Then he saw that the magic bullet flew out of her fingertips and shot into the dark jungle.

"Hey!"

The girl's painful cries came from inside, and in Neil's sight, a young girl with revealing clothes, black and gray socks on her legs, and feet like insect legs came out of the dense woods.

After she glanced at this side with tears in the corner of her eyes, she fled away to the distance, shaking her gray wings.

Is it a blood-sucking mosquito...

Neil couldn't help frowning.

The sound of this monster vibrating its wings will disturb the listener and distract others, and then take this opportunity to sneak attack and suck blood from it.

The place where they suck blood will also be injected with toxic saliva, which becomes painful and itchy, unbearable, and becomes an erogenous zone that only responds to them.

Unless touched and licked by them or sucked blood again, the itching will be relieved, but at the same time, it will also feel the same as playing with the stick below.

So once a bag is bitten out, it is basically equivalent to having an extra stick that can only be relieved by them, and it is also a monster that basically cannot escape once attacked.

It seems that she just wanted to sneak up and go to a human male to suck blood.

Neil couldn't help but glanced at the powdered medicine scattered on the ground. Those things seemed to have no effect on the monsters at all.

And... Eleanor actually found that monster so far away...

Recalling the sharp action just now, Neil looked at Eleanor with more cautious eyes.

"Don't be so nervous, it's just a blood-sucking mosquito."

Although Eleanor said so, Neil always felt that she was fully aware that his actions were to warn her personally, but he didn't take the initiative to say it out.

"I went over there to watch the night."

Ignoring Neil, Eleanor went straight to the other side opposite where they were just now, and sat down to read a book again on her own.

baffling......

Neil frowned, put his hands off the weapon, and sat back in front of the thick tree trunk.

In any case, it's good for the other party to stay away from me, so that at least I can feel a little more at ease.

While Neil looked around, he continued to observe Eleanor who was reading with his head down from the corner of his eye, for fear that she might hit him with a magic bullet.