Don't call me evil god

Chapter 68 Is there such a good thing?

Brandon seemed to understand why Doom emphasized every day that he was a "wise" ogre.

With the ogre's brain as big as a walnut kernel, it usually takes him a long time to respond to a simple question.

Although among the six-dimensional attributes given by Nowen, intelligence affects the smoothness of communication with the magic network and the agility of thinking, it does not directly affect the IQ.

But with the 6 points of intelligence provided by this headband, at least the reaction speed can be faster.

Compared to Doom's ogre brethren, he can probably be considered a "wise man"!
As Doom staggered toward the Rolling Bolts workshop, he was unaware that the Circlet of Wisdom had fallen from his body.

"I think Doom may not have noticed that he has such a thing on him at all." Another worker who is also a Novin believer speculated: "After all, his dirty hair has not been washed in at least three years!"

"Be bold, he may not have been washed since he was born." Brandon modified his co-worker's statement.

The crowd burst into laughter.

……

Inside the Rolling Bolt Workshop, there is a room with a half-worn wooden sign that reads "Boss's restricted area, no entry for unauthorized persons".

Listening to the noises, screams and laughter outside the workshop, the goblin "GunGun" squatting on the elevated boss chair became more and more irritated, and accidentally broke two of the feather pens in his hand.

The goblin Roller has the appearance and features of a traditional goblin.

He was short and thin, with only a few sparse hairs on the top of his head, long and pointed ears, round eyes flashing with a cunning light, and wearing a dirty short formal suit.

He was overwhelmed by the severe capital chain pressure caused by the workshop's recent poor product sales.

The door was pushed open forcefully by Doom from the outside. He forgot to lower his head when he walked in, and ended up bumping heavily into the door frame.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The goblin "Rolling" was so scared that he almost slipped under the table.

After seeing who was coming, he slammed the table angrily.

"Can you please be more careful when you walk? You are a big idiot with only brute force in your head!"

"Do you know how much this gate is worth? If it gets damaged, can you afford the compensation?"

Regardless of anything, he pointed at Doom angrily and cursed him for a long time without repeating any dirty words. After taking a breath, the goblin "Rolling" asked the main question:
"What's going on outside? Didn't I tell you to quickly arrange for those guys to get back to work?"

"time is money!"

"If they don't start the work, the delay is just losing my money!"

"Why are there still people making trouble outside the workshop?"

The ogre Doom scratched his head blankly, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly uttered a few words:
"...Boss, there are... a lot of humans... outside. Doom... can't defeat them all."

The goblin was stunned: "What did you say? You can't beat them?"

He hired people to capture this ogre in the Duskmoor and promised that the ogre would be able to eat meat as long as he worked hard.

He also spent a large sum of money to buy a Circlet of Wisdom made by a dwarf blacksmith, just to make the ogres' IQ slightly higher so that they would not eat workers as snacks at every turn.

Apart from anything else, it is definitely more than enough to deal with these ordinary people working as laborers in the lower city. Ordinary level 1 professionals dare not conflict with Doom.

As a result, today I met a tough guy that even Doom couldn’t beat?
"How many people are outside?" the goblin confirmed.

Doom counted on his fingers for a long time, then sat down and began counting his toes.

half an hour later
He slowly extended a thick, dirty finger.

The Goblin Rolling: "It's just one person, and you took so long to count?! And you used your hands and feet?!"

Doom: "No... no, Boss, it's..."

"...There are so many people that Doom can't count them!"

The normal ogre's math level is only 1, 2, 1 pile, and 1 big pile.

The goblin GunGun's face turned dark and he almost fainted because of Doom's anger.

"Boss, they said... that you should go out and settle the wages, otherwise... they won't... work anymore." Dum said slowly. "Hey! They are rebelling! They don't come to work, but they still have time to look for help, right?" Gungun was immediately furious, and jumped from the boss's chair to the ground with two "pa pa"s, "Come, take me out!"

Doom took two seconds to react, said "Oh", reached out, grabbed the goblin's rolling neck and put it on his shoulder, then turned around and walked out.

Before Gungun could sit down firmly, he looked forward and his eyes widened!

"Head! Head! Head!"

"You big idiot! Lower your head! My door frame!!"

"boom!"

There was another loud noise.

“…Ouch!”

This time, there were two people covering their heads.

Gungun sat on the shoulder of the ogre Doom. He was so busy reminding the other party that he forgot about his own "height change" and bumped into the door frame, resulting in a big bump on his head.

……

I stumbled all the way to the door of the workshop and saw Brandon and others.

Brandon spoke first: "Old swindler! Pay the wages you owe to everyone!"

GunGun's big ugly eyes were as big as copper bells. Not only did he not admit defeat, but he angrily said, "I remember you!"

"You're the Brandon who resigned a few days ago!"

"You still dare to come back and ask for your wages?"

"I haven't asked you for money yet!"

"The loss of work due to missed work, the medical expenses for Doom's beating and treatment, and - I was frightened, so I have to compensate for the mental damages!"

"Let me tell you, I have a very good relationship with Lord Evan of the Blood Fang Gang!"

"I was playing cards with him at Bloody Roulette just a few days ago!"

"Where are the people you brought with you? Do you think you're so great just because you can beat this big fool?"

"What's the point of being able to fight in the lower city of Green Harbor!"

"Do they dare to mess with the Bloodfang Gang?"

"Either you pay the money! Or believe it or not, I will call Mr. Evan from the Bloodfang Gang over here right now!"

When Brandon's co-workers heard the name of the Bloodfang Gang and remembered the various domineering behaviors this evil gang had committed in the downtown area, they subconsciously became a little scared.

Every member of the Bloodfang Gang is brave and fierce, much more powerful than the ogre overseer Doom.

"Brandon...how about we just...forget it?"

"Anyway, Doom has been beaten up, so we can vent our anger."

The workers nearby carefully reminded Brandon in a low voice.

Brandon's reaction was the exact opposite of his co-workers'.

He is not afraid but happy!
They were still thinking of disguising themselves as Crusaders and breaking through the defenses of several Blood Fang Gang's outer strongholds.

what is this?
The enemy voluntarily gave up the defensive advantage of the stronghold, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and came to us? !
Is there such a good thing?
Brandon almost used up his lifelong acting talent, trying to act like he was "guilty but tough":

"Blood... What happened to the Bloodfang Gang?"

"Even if that Evan comes today, I, I...will still take the wages!"

"Why don't you call the people from the Blood Fang Gang over here!"

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