Chapter 68 Is there such a good thing?
Brandon seemed to know why Doom always stressed that he was an ogre "wise man".
With the walnut-sized brain of an ogre, it would take a long time to respond to a random question.
Although among the six-dimensional attributes given by Norwen, intelligence affects the smoothness of communication with the magic network and the agility of thinking, and does not directly affect IQ.
But with the 6 points of intelligence provided by this headband, at least the reaction speed can be faster.
Compared with Doom's ogre kin, he can probably be considered a "wise man"!
When Doom staggered into the rolling bolt workshop, he didn't realize that the wisdom headband had fallen off his body.
"I think Doom may not have noticed that he had such a thing on him at all." Another worker who was also a Norwen believer guessed: "After all, his dirty hair has not been washed for at least 3 years!"
"Be bold, maybe he hasn't washed it since he was born." Brandon modified the worker's statement.
Everyone burst into laughter.
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Inside the Rolling Bolt Workshop, there is a room with a half-worn wooden sign that reads "Boss's restricted area, no entry for strangers".
Listening to the noises of noise, screams, and laughter outside the workshop, the goblin "Rolling" squatting on the elevated boss chair became more and more irritated, and accidentally broke two of the feather pens in his hand.
The goblin "Rolling" has the appearance characteristics of a traditional goblin.
He is short and thin, with only a few sparse hairs on the top of his head, long and pointed ears, round eyes flashing with cunning light, and wearing a dirty short formal suit.
He is worried about the serious capital chain pressure caused by the workshop's recent poor product sales.
The door was pushed open by Doom from the outside. He forgot to lower his head when he walked in, and ended up hitting the door frame heavily.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise.
The goblin "Rolling" was so scared that he almost slipped under the table.
After seeing who was coming, he slammed the table in anger.
"Can you walk more carefully! You are a big fool with only brute force in your head!"
"Do you know how much this gate is worth? If you break it, can you afford to pay for it?"
Regardless of the matter, he first pointed at Doom angrily and cursed him for a long time without repeating the dirty words. After taking a breath, the goblin "GongGong" asked the business:
"What's going on outside? Didn't I tell you to quickly arrange those guys and let them continue to work?"
"Time is money!"
"If they don't start working, delaying time is losing my money!"
"Why are there still people making trouble at the door of the workshop now?"
The ogre Doom scratched his head blankly, thinking for a long time before slowly uttering a few words:
"... Boss, there are... a lot of humans... outside, Doom... can't beat them."
The goblin GongGong was stunned: "What did you say? You can't beat them?"
This ogre was specially hired by him to go to the Dusk Wasteland to catch it, and promised that as long as the other party worked hard, he would be able to eat meat and be full.
He also spent a lot of money to buy a wisdom headband made by a dwarf forger, just to make the ogre's IQ a little higher, so that he would not eat workers as snacks at any time.
Apart from other things, it is definitely more than enough to deal with these ordinary people working hard in the lower city, and ordinary 1st-level professionals dare not conflict with Doom.
As a result, today he actually met a tough guy that even Doom could not beat?
"How many people are there outside?" Goblin Rolling confirmed.
Doom counted on his fingers for a long time, then sat down and started counting his toes again.
After a while
He slowly stretched out a thick and dirty finger.
Goblin Rolling: "Just one person, you have to count for so long?! And use your hands and feet?!"
Doom: "No... No, boss, it's..."
"... There are 1 pile of people, Doom can't count them!"
The math level of a normal ogre is only 1, 2 and 1 pile, 1 pile.
The goblin GunGun's face darkened, and he almost fainted from Doom's anger.
"Boss, they said... let you go out and settle the wages, otherwise... they won't... work anymore." Doom said slowly.
"Hey! They rebelled! They don't come to work, and they still have time to find reinforcements, right?" GunGun was immediately furious, and jumped from the boss's chair to the ground with two "bangs", "Come, take me out!"
Doom reacted for two seconds, said "oh", stretched out his hand, picked up the back of the goblin GunGun's neck and put it on his shoulder, and then turned around and walked out.
Before GunGun could sit still, he looked forward and his eyes widened!
"Head! Head! Head!"
"You big fool! Lower your head! My door frame!!"
"Bang!"
Another loud noise.
"... Ouch!"
This time there were two people covering their heads.
Gungun sat on the shoulder of the ogre Doom, and was so busy reminding him that he forgot about his "height change" and bumped into the door frame, with a big bump on his head.
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He 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 ugly big eyes were as big as copper bells. Not only did he not admit his weakness, but he said angrily: "I remember you!"
"You are the Brandon who resigned a few days ago!"
"You dare to come back to ask for 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 must compensate for the mental damages I suffered from the shock!"
"Let me tell you, I have a good relationship with Mr. Evan of the Bloodfang Gang!"
"I was playing cards with him at the Blood Roulette a few days ago!"
"Where are the people you brought? Do you think you are great just because you can beat this big fool?"
"What's the use of being able to fight in the lower city of Green Harbor!"
"Do they dare to mess with the Bloodfang Gang?"
"Either pay the money! Or believe it or not, I will call Mr. Evan of the Bloodfang Gang over now!"
When Brandon's co-workers heard the name of the Bloodfang Gang, they remembered the various domineering behaviors of this evil gang in the lower city, and subconsciously became a little scared.
The people of the Bloodfang Gang are all brave and fierce, much more powerful than the ogre overseer Doom.
"Brandon...how about...let's just forget it?"
"Doom has been beaten up anyway, so we can vent our anger."
The workers nearby carefully reminded Brandon in a low voice.
Brandon's reaction was exactly the opposite of his workers'.
He was not afraid but happy!
They were still thinking about disguising themselves as Crusaders and breaking through the defenses of several outposts outside the Bloodfang Gang.
What is this?
The enemy voluntarily gave up the defensive advantage of the outpost, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and delivered it to them? !
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 about the Bloodfang Gang!"
"Even if that Evan comes today, I, I... still have to take the wages!"
"Why don't you call the Bloodfang Gang over!"
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