Can ogres learn to read?

Maybe some can, but at least that just now can't.

It's stupid.

But no matter how stupid it is, it is at least considered a smart creature, much smarter than orangutans and dolphins.

Two days ago, Pan Long found it and used a strong beating to make the guy understand what "the situation is stronger than that of a human". Then, he used the method of taming animals, one with a big stick and the other with a carrot, and taught the guy to learn a few words and the action of "reading" in just two days.

This also requires thanks to his "barbarian" profession. Among the auxiliary skills of this profession, there are "tamed beasts".

Even wild beasts can be tamed, let alone ogres.

That's why the amazing scene in the hotel just now came about.

But the fake is fake after all, and this ogre cannot read and read. Pan Long actually made a scam and fooled everyone.

He was not guilty about this. What Pastor Anche pursued was nothing more than everyone liked to read his books; what everyone wanted to see was nothing more than rare scenes.

Even so, what he wanted was more reward; what the ogre wanted was just survival.

Judging from the results, everyone was quite satisfied.

If everyone is satisfied, that's great.

As for the "great existence who is interested in him in the dark"... Pan Long didn't care.

Not to mention whether that guy is real or illusory, even if he is a real person, can he still track himself across the world?

If it could really track across the world and reach the Jiuzhou World, he would be very curious about what attitude would the local gods, Buddhas and demons in Jiuzhou World be towards this foreign black household?

Should I give gifts to the country? Or should I arrest it and study it in slices?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.

For the next period of time, Pan Long kept running around the Friendly Arm Hotel.

He did not leave here too far, and had no interest in some rumors such as "insufficient iron ore", but he was hunting various monsters everywhere, and loaded all the monsters' weapons and equipment, as well as everything they could sell on their bodies, and transported them back to the hotel.

Every four or five days, his carriage would carry a lot of goods, with a clear smell of blood, and come to the Friendly Arm Hotel. Those things would turn into gold coins after Boss Benlit carefully estimated and enter his pocket.

Soon, he became famous in this area.

Unlike the reputation of letting the ogre learn to study last time, this time his reputation has no meaning of humor and humor, only a solemn and murderous spirit.

"Bloody Coachman" is the nickname given to him by people nearby.

This nickname is obvious at a glance, and Pan Long has no objection to it.

He didn't mind killing monsters, instead, he was happy.

Killing these guys can not only gain experience value, but also make money, and make the nearby civilians safer. They can kill three birds with one stone, so why not do it?

As for whether the monsters he killed should die, or should they be killed so many of them? He was too lazy to think about it.

The Northland hunts a large group of monsters every year. Who cares whether monsters should be killed?

Unless someone from the Environmental Protection Bureau jumps out and warns him with national laws that "some creatures are protected animals and they will go to jail if they are killed", Pan Long will not care about killing them.

Anyway, the food chain is never maintained by those rare animals.

These days, he killed four ogres, six beasts turned into humans, fifteen or sixteen werewolf, and thirty or forty big goblins. As for violent creatures or goblins, he was too lazy to calculate the number.

Anyway, if you encounter it, just kill it.

After killing one after another, a heavy smell of blood gradually accumulated on his body. Even if he cleaned it from time to time, he could not completely clean it. When the ordinary beasts saw him, they even whimpered, ran away with their tails, and did not dare to stay in his sight for even a second.

"If Chanem and I stand together, I don't know who is more like the descendant of the god of killing Barr..." One day, he killed all the goblins, cut off the ears of the big goblins (this one can receive a bounty, one gold coin), and packed up the small pieces of things that could be sold for some money, which could be used for sale. Pan Long used a steel knife as a mirror, looking at the bloody body reflected on the blade and his eyes were fierce, and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"But... I'll look like a northerner. Anyway, in the eyes of the Central Plains, we northerner people are bloodthirsty barbarians who kill people..."

He returned to the Friendly Arm Hotel with the bloody spoils. Boss Benlit advised helplessly: "Pan, you really need a good rest! Look at how you look, you don't look like a normal person!"

"I want to take a break and leave here." Pan Long said, "I have almost killed the more valuable monsters in this area. Look, this time, the most valuable one I killed was the goblin, and even the zombie was not able to find one. If this continues, it feels like a waste of time."

Before Benlite said anything, an old drinker couldn't help laughing: "I remember there is a proverb saying 'Gomin can't be killed', but if you continue to kill like this, at least in our area, you may even kill all the goblins."

"If goblins also have bounties, I don't mind killing them all."

The drinkers all laughed.

Of course they didn't doubt whether Pan Long could really kill all the goblins nearby, they just thought things were funny.

A generous drinker also smiled and said, "No wonder the goblins can't kill them all, it turns out that there is no bounty!"

"That's right. If I kill goblins, I can also kill goblins with a stick and an axe. If I can't beat anything else, can I still beat goblins?"

"Yes, even a goblin and a silver coin are fine. Dozens of people go out together, just take a walk, kill ten or eight goblins by the way, and when you come back, you will have the money to get a meal together."

"In that case, the goblin may be killed."

"Not afraid, goblins eat anything. We can dig a big hole to raise goblins in it..."

The drunks became happier the more they talked, and the topic quickly slid towards the aspects of "Corrupt officials or robbers, which one is more suitable for feeding goblins". It was obviously meaningless multiple-choice questions, but they argued very lively.

Pan Long did not join the debate, and for him, these things were almost the same.

If there is a bounty, you will be slaughtered and you will receive the reward.

Those who have no bounty will slaughter and dig a hole and buried it.

Anyway, it's just a single knife.

This is true in this world, and in the Kyushu world.

My father taught him that if he gets into trouble, he will be defeated with one blow. No matter what trouble you will have in the future, if one ends, the trouble will always be reduced by one point.

"So what if I meet a villain but he doesn't mess with me?" Pan Long asked at that time.

The father looked at him with a fool's eyes: "If you can kill him, then you have already offended him; if he can kill you, then he has already offended you. Good and evil are incompatible, understand?"

"What if it's a decent person, but there's a misunderstanding between us?" Pan Long continued to ask.

"There is no misunderstanding among men." said the father. "If there is a misunderstanding, it means you haven't drunk enough."

This is the experience of my father exploring the world. Pan Long always felt that fortunately, my father spent most of his time in the north. If he had gone to the flower world in the south, he might have been cheated to death by others.

...No, he is so sinister, and he has always hidden his most powerful ability. He doesn't even know his own son. Perhaps he is more likely to cheat others to death.

After rinsing it with cold water twice, soaking it in hot water with rosemary leaf boiling liquid for more than half an hour, throwing away the old clothes and changing into a brand new traveler tunic. Pan Long finally couldn't smell the bloody smell on his body.

When he returned to the lobby on the second floor of the hotel, Banli smiled with satisfaction.

"Young man, you are just like an adventurer now." The dwarf said happily, "I looked too scary before. People shouldn't make money to make themselves live better. They can't make themselves not like individuals in order to make money!"

Pan Long thanked him and asked for an ordinary meal. After eating and drinking, he returned to his room.

When he opened the character panel, he saw that his level had reached level 6. In the equipment bar, there were 1024 gold coins, several bottles of antidotes, a ring that was not useful but obviously contained magic power, and a strange belt.

These are his most important spoils, and nothing else matters.

Those bottles of antidote were given to him by an old lady Landlin who lived in a hotel. When the old lady heard that he was a very reliable adventurer, she asked him to help clean up the poisonous spider in her home. These bottles of potions were naturally "task supplies". The belt was obtained by knocking over the ogre, which was very strange. He remembered that this thing was cursed and once curiously caught a goblin alive and forced it on, and then... he didn't see much obvious changes in it.

It's nothing more than a common goblin that turns into a female goblin.

After killing the goblin, the curse belt can be taken off, but Pan Long wondered... Can he find a rich man with a unique hobby and sell it?

A belt that can turn men into women seems very interesting...

But in this small place, it can't sell for price. If you want it to sell at a price that suits its identity, you must go to a big city.

For example, the largest city in the area of ​​Sword Bay, Baldur Gate.

There are enough rich people out there to pay a big price for this belt that is useless except for fun. There are also more tasks, more opportunities, and more money there.

More importantly, only in that kind of big city can you buy more advanced magic items such as "dimensional bags".

Of course, it is quite far to go to Baldur Gate from here. He is going to go to nearby Belgost first and then see if he can find something to make some money.

Moreover, Old Mrs. Landlin's home is also there, and he promised someone to help her do a "big cleaning".

The next morning, Pan Long drove the clean carriage (for which he spent two silver coins, and the hotel guy in charge of washing the carriage also said that it was a friendly price), and left the Friendly Arm Hotel.

"Man, if I need to ask you for help in the future, you have to give me a discount!" Boss Benlite said with a smile.

Pan Long answered with a thumb, waved his hand, and left.
Chapter completed!