Lobotomy: Battle Master's Strongest Knight

"Hey, who is that? Can you help me translate what this scavenger is saying?"

A man carrying a giant cross on his back stepped on the street sweepers on the ground and asked a man in a suit beside him.

As the man carrying the cross exerted some strength, the scavenger slowly turned his head and spoke in a mechanical voice:

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"Oh, you're talking about this," the man in a suit took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:

"He just said stones, rat fields, white buckets..."

"Well, does that mean these guys don't have human language function at all?" Hearing this, the man carrying a giant cross scratched his head in confusion and then asked.

"Yes, as a master of special features, you should know that these guys are just monsters transformed from humans. They are completely different species from humans. How can they have normal language ability?"

The man in a suit swallowed his saliva again and then sighed:

"Besides, I am a translation expert who has studied the scavenger language for many years. How could I lie to you?"

"Well, you are right. But if I remember correctly, the scavengers also have a leader named Mammy. That guy should have human language ability."

"Ah... is that so?" Upon hearing this, the corner of the man in the suit's mouth twitched, and then he complained in his heart:

No, why is this guy more stubborn than the last guy in black and wearing a mask? Didn’t I say that these scavengers can’t communicate at all?

Does it mean that the characteristics and features of a finisher that are superior to those of a first-level finisher are that their brain circuits are extremely special?

Thinking of this, the man in the suit tried his best to suppress the complaints in his heart, and then spoke to the closer in front of him:

"Master Te...Te Te, I would like to ask, why are you so persistent in communicating with the scavenger?"

"Oh, I actually wanted to find someone."

"Hey, I thought it was something else." Upon hearing this, the scavenger translation expert waved his hand and then said flatteringly:

"With your ability, wouldn't it be better for you to directly entrust the matter of finding someone to the closeout agency? By the way, who are you looking for?"

"It's the one that gets the crimson color."

"Ah, ah!!!" Hearing this, the man who claimed to be the scavenger translator was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion:

"But didn't that legend disappear from the city ten years ago?"

"Yes, so I want to see if I can find any clues about the other party from the scavenger's words."

"Then why did you look for him?"

"Fight," the man who heard this slowly walked out of the shadow of the building, and under the bleak moonlight, the vermilion cross behind him was revealed.

"I want to know in this way whether I am qualified to bear the name of 'Scarlet Cross'."

Sick... You go to fight for no reason. Upon hearing this, the scavenger translation expert twitched his lips, and then thought quickly in his mind to persuade the other party to give up the idea of ​​seeing the nanny.

However, just as the translator had some ideas, the scarlet cross in front suddenly turned around, looked to the northwest and said:

"Oh, besides me, are there any other First Order or Featured Finishers looking for the Scavenger during this time period?"

At this point, the Vermilion Cross casually swung the cross to smash the scavenger on the ground, then looked in that direction and sighed:

"Interesting. Could it be that he is the same as me? He wants to find out the news about the legend from the scavenger, and then use it to verify his own strength?"

Well, I think compared to what you said, the guy is more likely to be as idle as the dark-skinned guy before. Who would be as crazy as you to look for someone who has disappeared for ten years.

However, just as he heard the translator complaining in his heart, he heard the Scarlet Cross speak:

"Well, the scavenger march in this area has ended. You know those things won't come back. After the late-night sweep of the back alley is over, you can leave on your own."

"What? I'll leave by myself?" The translator's head buzzed when he heard this, and then he immediately shouted to the front:

"My Lord, please wait a moment. I..."

However, before he could finish his reaction, the scarlet cross in front of him turned into a stream of light and disappeared in the distance.

Looking at the afterimage of the other party leaving, the scavenger translation expert was stunned in place as if struck by lightning, and then said dully:

"No, this is an alley."

.........

"Ah, who is thinking about me?" After saying this, Shen Yu rubbed his head which was aching from the spiritual particles, glanced at the people around him and thought to himself.

The desires of these people are just a drop in the bucket for the little knight and have basically no effect at all. If the little knight's rank is high, the desires he needs will probably have to be calculated one alley at a time.

However, for myself, whether it is to restore the soul particles or to resist the divinity that is gradually strengthened due to the advancement of the divine residence, these should be able to be maintained barely.

Tsk, is this the effect brought about by the huge difference in rank?

But from what Green said, God's authority seems to be related to one's own desire and belief in obtaining it. From this perspective, it seems that I can confirm my future authority in advance through prayer.

Apart from the life class brought by the divine residence, whether it is my use of ego or my own divine preparation, it seems to be related to "thought".

Thinking of this, Shen Yu secretly held his chin, and after thinking for a while, he thought, well, in that case, I might as well write some prayers of my own.

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"Yes, the food cooked by people in these places is quite good." Little Red Riding Hood put the empty plate back to its original place, then sighed with her hands behind her head.

"Wait, how do you eat? I see you never took off your mask at all." Upon hearing this, the Queen of Disgust withdrew her gaze and looked at Little Red Riding Hood in confusion.

"Just eat it like this,"

Hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood tore off another chicken leg, then pulled open her cloak and slowly put it towards the back of her head and into her open mouth.

"So that's how it is. It's really strange." Seeing this, the Queen of Disgust took a step back and sighed with a fake smile on her face.

"Tsk, what a fuss!" Hearing this, Little Red Riding Hood glanced at the Queen of Hate, then turned to Oro who was meditating recently and asked:

"By the way, I'm a little full. Are there any activities in this place?"

(Dosra) "Are you active?" Upon hearing this, Mato, who had entered into meditation, slowly opened his eyes and pointed to the dance floor in front of him.

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be dancing."

"Ha, what's the point of dancing? Are people so boring nowadays? Then do you know where that guy Shen Yu went? I want him to take me to fight."

(Casla) "I'm not sure. Maybe he went out for something. If you really have nothing to do, you can learn to meditate like me and Marcos."

"Boring~" Seeing this, Little Red Riding Hood sighed secretly, then turned her meat saw into a pillow, and then fell asleep on the ground on the spot.

"Haha, the personalities of the supervisor's guards are really peculiar." Seeing this, the manager sighed a little awkwardly, then frowned and thought as he looked at Angela who was explaining to X.

Hiss, no matter how capable the supervisor is, he is still a management staff. Is it possible to learn dance on the spot?

No, no, I'd better clear the place first. If these guys let something slip, it will be troublesome. The guy who should be the assistant should spend a lot of time explaining it, so there should be enough time.

Thinking of this, the manager took a deep breath and then quickly hurried to the center of the dance floor.

However, when the manager was halfway there, he was surprised to see from the corner of his eye that the supervisor had stood up from his chair and was shaking the former's hand in invitation.

Huh? Upon hearing this, the manager was stunned for a moment, and then he complained in his heart:

No, why don't you play by the rules? It only took half a minute to finish. Are you two really human?