Achim put away his evil-killing sword and smiled and hugged Mu Feng's shoulders: "You are a very good boy. I like you very much. Let me introduce to you. This is my 'attack' team, isn't it good?"
He was like a child showing off his toys, with a strong sense of pride.
Mu Feng had also heard of the name Attack Team. Among all the Count's teams, the Attack Team was among the best, not only because of their strength, but also because they, like Achim, had done a lot of good deeds.
Mu Feng also had a good impression of Achim and nodded to this special team.
"By the way, brother, you obviously have greater strength, why are you willing to be just a viscount? I think you are fully capable of becoming a count like me!"
After this incident, Achim also called Mu Feng a brother and asked about his doubts.
Mu Feng smiled bitterly: "I haven't had time yet, something has been delayed, but I also have something to ask, why are you here?"
A count came to a baron's territory, which was not normal in itself. Mu Feng was confused from the beginning.
However, the reason was extremely simple. It was Wutian monks who first carried out blood stains on Achim's territory. Achim himself loved the people like his own son and had a strong sense of justice, so he personally investigated and found some clues, and finally came to
here.
"Okay, okay, these bastards have been killed, why don't you come back with me and let's have a good drink!"
Demons are warlike by nature, and wine is their indispensable seasoning. No matter what it is, they will drink it as much as they can if they have the opportunity.
Mu Feng couldn't shirk it, and because the key was in Achim's hand, he nodded and agreed.
They left the place quickly, and Mu Feng left the follow-up matters to Hans' men. Soon after, they arrived at a sacred city.
The city of God is very lively, and there are stretches of towns outside the city, which look very lively.
As soon as he entered the city, Mu Feng felt Achim's appeal. Everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him, and the gap between status seemed to be non-existent.
After passing a long road, they arrived at Achim's residence. What Mu Feng didn't expect was that Achim's residence was not a big house, but a simple courtyard with a very ordinary stone house.
, completely lacking the magnificence that a count should have.
The decoration in the stone house is also very simple, there is not even much furniture, giving people the first impression of... poverty!
A majestic earl controlled hundreds or even thousands of viscounts, and each viscount had hundreds or even thousands of barons under his command, commanding countless tribes.
It is really rare for such a person to be poor.
As it happened, Achim was such a person, and he didn't see anything wrong with a count living in such a humble place.
Achim and his attack team were already a little crowded in the stone house. There was a fire pit one foot wide in the center of the house. A member of the attack team returned in a hurry, carrying a cleaned beast on his shoulders.
Everyone came to help, put the beast on the fire pit, lit the flames, and looked happy.
Achim took out a huge wine jar and placed it directly next to Mu Feng.
"Come on, enough wine!"
For such a maverick earl, Mu Feng couldn't help but feel... He smiled, raised his glass and drank freely. After three rounds of drinking and all the wine in the room was drunk, Achim still felt unhappy.
He asked people to buy alcohol, but he couldn't afford much money. Even the other members of the attack team were empty-handed. It was so poor that it made people feel sad.
Mu Feng quickly stood up and took out some holy crystals, which relieved their embarrassment.
"Haha, brother, don't worry, I will definitely return these holy crystals to you."
Achim pulled Mu Feng, who was already half drunk and half awake.
Mu Feng smiled and said, "Don't take it to heart."
"Speaking of which, as an earl, you are so poor that you have to borrow money to buy wine. It really shouldn't happen."
Achim smiled and said nothing, but people on the side came closer.
"Our Earl is selfless, and all the property he receives is used to help the tribes who are struggling to survive. This is the case every time."
Mu Feng suddenly realized that he was not poor, but was using his wealth to help the poor.
After buying the wine, everyone had a great time partying. Even if the only food they had was the beast, they were still content.
They soon became drunk, perhaps because they knew that their wine was hard-won, so they were unwilling to use their own strength to resolve the alcohol.
Mu Feng was not drunk, he was used to being vigilant.
After going out, they discovered that it was already dawn outside and they had been drinking all night.
Lowering his head and giving a wry smile, Mu Feng walked slowly along the street. At this time, there were already many early risers busy.
Because he came back with Achim, the people in the city were very friendly to Mu Feng. Mu Feng also took the opportunity to inquire about Achim and learned a lot about Achim's past.
When the sun rose three poles, Mu Feng finally came to a conclusion.
"This guy... is really poor!"
After smiling, he turned around and returned to Achim's home. Seeing that Achim had woken up, he stepped forward and said mysteriously: "I have a business, do you want to do it?"
Achim frowned: "What kind of deal are you talking about?"
Mu Feng smiled slightly: "When I explored the memories of Wutian's red-robed monks, I not only saw Hans, but also saw where they were hiding. Why don't you and I go to their lair together? I want these things
There must be a lot of good things in people’s hands.”
Achim's eyes lit up, Wutian's people were crazy and might even hurt the demons, and by attacking them, he would get a lot of trophies, so of course he didn't want to miss it.
"Done!"
He said excitedly, then whistled, and the attack team immediately stood up, and the alcohol in their bodies was eliminated in the blink of an eye.
Afterwards, they left the divine city and headed straight for Wutian's lair.
From the memory that Mu Feng saw, he only knew that where they were going was a branch of the Wutian organization, with a blue-robed man in charge.
It seemed to prevent someone from uprooting the Wutian Organization by probing the memory, so the memories Mu Feng checked did not contain much about the Wutian Organization.
A red-robed monk was responsible for delivering messages between them, and the red-robed monk wore a ghost mask on his face.
This mask was not unfamiliar to Mu Feng. He had dealt with the masked man several times when he was in the Zhongtian Realm, but he always escaped. Achim put away his evil-killing knife, smiled and hugged Mu Feng's shoulders: "
You are a very good boy, I like you very much, let me introduce to you, this is my 'attack' team, not bad, right?"
He was like a child showing off his toys, with a strong sense of pride.
Mu Feng had also heard of the name Attack Team. Among all the Count's teams, the Attack Team was among the best, not only because of their strength, but also because they, like Achim, had done a lot of good deeds.
Mu Feng also had a good impression of Achim and nodded to this special team.
"By the way, brother, you obviously have greater strength, why are you willing to be just a viscount? I think you are fully capable of becoming a count like me!" .??.
After this incident, Achim also called Mu Feng a brother and asked about his doubts.
Mu Feng smiled bitterly: "I haven't had time yet, something has been delayed, but I also have something to ask, why are you here?"
A count came to a baron's territory, which was not normal in itself. Mu Feng was confused from the beginning.
However, the reason was extremely simple. It was Wutian monks who first carried out blood stains on Achim's territory. Achim himself loved the people like his own son and had a strong sense of justice, so he personally investigated and found some clues, and finally came to
here.
"Okay, okay, these bastards have been killed, why don't you come back with me and let's have a good drink!"
Demons are warlike by nature, and wine is their indispensable seasoning. No matter what it is, they will drink it as much as they can if they have the opportunity.
Mu Feng couldn't shirk it, and because the key was in Achim's hand, he nodded and agreed.
They left the place quickly, and Mu Feng left the follow-up matters to Hans' men. Soon after, they arrived at a sacred city.
The city of God is very lively, and there are stretches of towns outside the city, which look very lively.
As soon as he entered the city, Mu Feng felt Achim's appeal. Everyone who saw him smiled and greeted him, and the gap between status seemed to be non-existent.
After passing a long road, they arrived at Achim's residence. What Mu Feng didn't expect was that Achim's residence was not a big house, but a simple courtyard with a very ordinary stone house.
, completely lacking the magnificence that a count should have.
The decoration in the stone house is also very simple, there is not even much furniture, giving people the first impression of... poverty!
A majestic earl controlled hundreds or even thousands of viscounts, and each viscount had hundreds or even thousands of barons under his command, commanding countless tribes.
It is really rare for such a person to be poor.
As it happened, Achim was such a person, and he didn't see anything wrong with a count living in such a humble place.
Achim and his attack team were already a little crowded in the stone house. There was a fire pit one foot wide in the center of the house. A member of the attack team returned in a hurry, carrying a cleaned beast on his shoulders.
Everyone came to help, put the beast on the fire pit, lit the flames, and looked happy.
Achim took out a huge wine jar and placed it directly next to Mu Feng.
"Come on, enough wine!"
For such a maverick earl, Mu Feng couldn't help but feel... He smiled, raised his glass and drank freely. After three rounds of drinking and all the wine in the room was drunk, Achim still felt unhappy.
He asked people to buy alcohol, but he couldn't afford much money. Even the other members of the attack team were empty-handed. It was so poor that it made people feel sad.
Mu Feng quickly stood up and took out some holy crystals, which relieved their embarrassment.
"Haha, brother, don't worry, I will definitely return these holy crystals to you."
Achim pulled Mu Feng, who was already half drunk and half awake.
Mu Feng smiled and said, "Don't take it to heart."
"Speaking of which, as an earl, you are so poor that you have to borrow money to buy wine. It really shouldn't happen."
Achim smiled and said nothing, but people on the side came closer.
"Our Earl is selfless, and all the property he receives is used to help the tribes who are struggling to survive. This is the case every time."
Mu Feng suddenly realized that he was not poor, but was using his wealth to help the poor.
After buying the wine, everyone had a great time partying. Even if the only food they had was the beast, they were still content.
They soon became drunk, perhaps because they knew that their wine was hard-won, so they were unwilling to use their own strength to resolve the alcohol.
Mu Feng was not drunk, he was used to being vigilant.
After going out, they discovered that it was already dawn outside and they had been drinking all night.
Lowering his head and giving a wry smile, Mu Feng walked slowly along the street. At this time, there were already many early risers busy.
Because he came back with Achim, the people in the city were very friendly to Mu Feng. Mu Feng also took the opportunity to inquire about Achim and learned a lot about Achim's past.
When the sun rose three poles, Mu Feng finally came to a conclusion.
"This guy... is really poor!"
After smiling, he turned around and returned to Achim's home. Seeing that Achim had woken up, he stepped forward and said mysteriously: "I have a business, do you want to do it?"
Achim frowned: "What kind of deal are you talking about?"
Mu Feng smiled slightly: "When I explored the memories of Wutian's red-robed monks, I not only saw Hans, but also saw where they were hiding. Why don't you and I go to their lair together? I want these things
There must be a lot of good things in people’s hands.”
Achim's eyes lit up, Wutian's people were crazy and might even hurt the demons, and by attacking them, he would get a lot of trophies, so of course he didn't want to miss it.
"Done!"
He said excitedly, then whistled, and the attack team immediately stood up, and the alcohol in their bodies was eliminated in the blink of an eye.
Afterwards, they left the divine city and headed straight for Wutian's lair.
From the memory that Mu Feng saw, he only knew that where they were going was a branch of the Wutian organization, with a blue-robed man in charge.
It seemed to prevent someone from uprooting the Wutian Organization by probing the memory, so the memories Mu Feng checked did not contain much about the Wutian Organization.
A red-robed monk was responsible for delivering messages between them, and the red-robed monk wore a ghost mask on his face.
Mu Feng was no stranger to this mask. He had dealt with the masked man several times when he was in Zhongtian Realm, but he always escaped.