Don't call me evil god

Chapter 66 Making trouble? No, it’s to demand wages!

After discussing the battle plan for disguising the Crusaders, Brandon hurriedly left the secret cave with a few companions who were more familiar with him.

At this moment, the sun has already set in the west, emitting an orange-red afterglow. It is evening and is about to fall.

In order to cooperate with Pete's plan, he needed to complete the task of forging the Crusader uniforms overnight.

Brandon had to arrive before the end of the workday, find his co-workers at the Rolling Bolt Workshop, and ask them to help him build it.

"I still have a salary from the workshop that I haven't received yet. I can take it together with the money when the time comes." Before arriving at the workshop, Brandon thought to himself, "With this money, I can go see if I can find some weapons that are handy."

"I can't afford a two-handed sword made of fine steel, but a wooden sword of similar shape will do the trick!"

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste to learn [Two-handed Sword Mastery - Basics]?"

The fighting skills have been mastered, and what is holding Brandon and many other believers back now are weapons and equipment.

For example, Brandon likes the feeling of power when wielding a two-handed sword, but he can't even afford a second-hand steel sword sold on the black market. Now he is using a dagger looted from a Bloodfang Gang thug.

The situation is similar for other believers.

Those who choose the shield warrior route do not have a suitable shield, so they have no choice but to use the cooking pot lids at home to make up the number.

Nowen can provide all kinds of knowledge and information, and can also improve the physical strength of believers, but there is currently no good way to provide equipment.

Most believers now use whatever they have. When they act in groups, they are like a ragtag army, with all kinds of weapons.

……

After Norman launched the limited-time event to clean out the Bloodfang Gang, Brandon, who had successfully mastered the use of anger, decisively quit his job.

When the goblin workshop owner named Gungun heard that Brandon had quit, he said in a very mean manner: Since he had not worked for the whole month, half of his wages would be deducted, and he would have to wait until the workshop's fixed payday every month to be paid.

Brandon was too lazy to argue with the green dwarf and nodded in agreement.

In the next few days, he was busy beating up the lone Blood Fang Gang members in the lower city and learning combat skills. He had no time to collect his wages in person, so he had to ask a co-worker to collect them on his behalf.

I finally found some time and I can just take this opportunity to finish this matter.

Thinking of this, Brandon quickened his pace.

Turning the corner, Brandon saw the gate of the Rolling Bolt Workshop and the ogre overseer Doom, as well as... several workers he knew.

From a distance, Brandon heard the two sides arguing at the entrance of the workshop.

"What happened?" Brandon had a bad feeling in his heart.

The workers roared angrily:

"Let the boss come over and explain everything! What do you mean by cutting your salary in half this month?!"

"If you don't give us an explanation for this, we won't work anymore!"

Then came the slow and broken Common Tongue of the Ogre Overseer Doom:
"The performance of the workshop is not good this month. The boss said it's because you guys are lazy!"

"If you... don't obey me, your wages will be cut in half next month... so... get to work."

When Brandon heard this, he immediately became furious.

He strode over and pushed aside the workers around him.

Someone recognized him immediately.

"Brandon!"

"It's Brandon back!"

"What have you been doing these days?"

"You're not really going to be a professional, are you?"

Brandon turned and smiled at his coworker friend next to him.

"Friends, leave this matter to me."

A worker who was more familiar with the relationship asked with some concern: "Is everything okay? Doom is not someone you can mess with."

Brandon made a reassuring gesture.

Standing in front of the ogre Doom, he asked in a deep voice:
"The workshop agreed to pay by piecework, so everyone is working diligently!"

"The products can't be sold, isn't it because of that old goblin scoundrel Gungun, who used inferior materials to grind the bolts!" "His products can't be sold, why blame us!"

The ogre Doom stared at Brandon blankly, and it took him a while to react:
"You...you are...Brandon!"

"I remember you. The boss said... you resigned early and delayed the overall progress of the workshop, so... you have to pay the boss a fine of 20 silver coins."

Brandon almost laughed out of anger.

"Me? Not only do I not get my salary, but I also have to pay him a fine?"

Ogre Doom nodded seriously: "Yes... Are you here to pay the boss?"

The situation has become obvious.

Apparently, the boss of the Rolling Bolt Workshop, the goblin named Rolling, inherited the fine traditions of the green dwarfs:

Throwing a tantrum and confusing right and wrong.

You should deny what you can.

If you can't evade a debt, you will find a way to evade it.

If it were the previous Brandon, they would probably have just accepted the loss reluctantly.

After all, the ogre overseer is not easy to deal with.

Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary level 1 professionals dare not provoke ogres easily.

This race is called "ogres" because when they are extremely hungry, they will really treat humans as food!

But now.

Brandon silently took out the dagger he had seized as a trophy from his arms.

The several professional believers of the Seeking Knowledge Sect who came with him also made preparations tacitly.

After three days of training in the secret cave, their overall strength has been raised to a higher level.

Not only mastered more skills.

And how to form better cooperation.

The warrior believer, holding the pot lid stolen from home as a shield, stood in the front and spat fiercely at the ogre Doom!

"You stupid monster!"

Doom's head suddenly became red and warm.

"No! Can! You! Say! Doom! Silly!"

"Dum! Smart! That..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a believer holding a pot lid and hitting him!

Combat skill——[Shield Bash]!
Although it was just an ordinary wooden pot lid, the collision still had a significant effect due to the bonus of anger.

Doom was knocked back half a step.

The ogre's brain was not very smart to begin with, and his raging rage led him to subconsciously launch a counterattack against the opponent.

His fist, as big as a casserole, smashed hard at the provocateur who was much shorter than him.

Seeing this, a fellow priest in the back immediately opened the Glorious God's Scripture in his hand - the kind that was distributed free of charge during church sermons, and chanted loudly:

"Bright glow, tough shield, attached!"

With the help of [Divine Word: Shield], most of Doom's counterattack force was offset by the magic, and the warrior companion standing in the front only shook slightly!

Seeing that his companions were cooperating well, they had successfully attracted the "hatred" of the ogre Doom.

Brandon then picked up his dagger, stepped forward and joined the battle!
"Tell that profiteer to pay back the money he owes us!"

"Take my heroic blow, asshole!"

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