Such remarks shocked Gallo so much that he couldn't help but touch his chin.
Am I so valuable?
How about...
No, no, I am a devout believer of the goddess, very strong-minded. How could I have such an idea?
Fortunately, he quickly rejected some ridiculous ideas.
The mercenaries continued to discuss the Skull Crusher.
"Rather than offering a reward, I'm more concerned about what rank the Skullcrusher should be?"
Captain Gessen asked.
"At least the sixth-level elite level will start, and the seventh-level master level is also very likely!"
The caveman scout said quickly.
"He had this kind of strength when he was just starting out. Now that a few years have passed, he should be at the seventh level, right? He may even have touched the threshold of the eighth level legend..."
"And we are only at level five..."
Captain Gessen said, with a wry smile on his face.
emmmmmmm, actually I have no rank at all...
Gallo cursed beside him.
Clergy generally do not participate in external ranking evaluations, because their strength and combat power do not entirely rely on their own efforts, and will be restricted by their own positions. If they cannot reach the level of bishop, they cannot use sixth-level magic. The class hierarchy can be said to be quite different.
solidified.
Situations like sudden enlightenment, falling off a cliff, or breaking off an engagement in public will not happen to clergy.
But why do they care about my rank?
Gallo was a little curious and continued to listen to the mercenaries' chat.
"Captain, listening to what you say, you don't want to capture the Skull Crusher, do you?"
The elf mage asked.
"Hahaha, after all, it's a big head worth 2,000 gold. If I say I don't want it, I'm lying. If I have a chance, of course I will... hiss..."
In the middle of speaking, Gessen suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly took a breath, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and looked around nervously.
The instinct he had honed from dancing on the tip of a knife for many years made him feel a strong sense of crisis at that moment, very clear and definite, like a real sense of crisis.
He had only felt a similar feeling in the moment of life and death...
It was as if the Skull Crusher had heard what he just said and was watching coldly from the side, ready to jump out and blow his head off at any time.
The other mercenaries had a similar reaction. They immediately stopped chatting, reined in their horses and slowed down their pace. They held their breath and looked around nervously.
They didn't dare to dismount because they might have to escape on horseback at any time...
But after looking for a long time, I found nothing. There were only quiet roads and equally quiet woods around me, as well as Pastor Gallo with an extraordinarily kind and kind smile.
After confirming that there was no danger, the mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief...
"Just now, I almost thought I was going to die...What on earth is going on?"
Captain Gessen asked with lingering fear.
"I have the same feeling, but there is nothing strange around me...Pastor Gallo, do you feel anything?"
asked the caveman scout.
"No, what happened to you just now?"
Gallo smiled slightly and asked, as if he was still outside the situation and didn't feel anything.
The other mercenaries didn't say anything. Not everyone has their dangerous instincts, so they continued to talk about the weird sense of crisis just now:
"Isn't it because we just mentioned the Skull Crusher and attracted his attention?"
"I heard that there are some powerful beings who can tell when others are speaking ill of themselves behind their backs..."
The caveman scout asked:
"But isn't this the power that only those angels and gods have?"
The elf mage then added:
"I've heard that some powerful demigods can do it..."
"Isn't Skullcrusher already a ninth-level demigod?"
"Ahem, anyway, it's better not to talk about him..."
Captain Gessen spoke quickly, as if he wanted to explain to the Skull Crusher from afar, and continued:
"I was just joking casually. He is a powerful person in a high position, and is not someone that a team like ours can covet. I was really just joking..."
"And I also admire the Skullbreaker's style very much. He acts chivalrously, punishes rape and eliminates evil. This is what a real hero does! Thinking about it makes people fascinated! How could I hunt down such a character?"
Other mercenaries also echoed:
"Yes, yes, I have always been a fan of Skullcrusher!"
"I soloed Skullcrusher right after I was born!"
"Let's talk about something else..."
Gallo was dumbfounded as he listened. Was he that terrible? Isn't he obviously elegant, easy-going, gentle and kind?
Alas, people misunderstand me deeply...
As for these mercenaries, he thought about it and decided to forget about it and not recruit them into the religion.
These people take money too seriously!
Moreover, beating and killing people every day does not fit well with the sect’s image of being kind to people.
But the business can still continue. Gallo doesn't mind having more ways to make money. Although life is getting better now and there is a new church, he still wants to build a bigger, more gorgeous, and better-located church.
It still requires a lot of money.
While thinking about it, he patted Amiya on the back, telling her to calm down and pull the car well.
Amiya's eyes lit up just now...
In this way, no one spoke much for the rest of the way, and kept walking in silence, a little faster than expected. At dusk, the outline of York Town could already be seen.
York Town is located deep in the mountains, with only one road in and out. However, thanks to the surrounding mineral veins, the entire town has developed quite well and is beautifully built. It has a population of more than 2,000, mostly miners and blacksmiths.
There were no accidents along the way, and no blind robber beasts appeared. It seemed like this would be a very smooth commission.
But when everyone got closer, Gallo suddenly tightened the reins on his hands and signaled everyone to stop.
"There seems to be something wrong..."
He smelled something different in the air.
Captain Gessen did not despise his opinion because of his youth. He quickly stopped everyone and asked the caveman scout to get closer and investigate carefully.
The caveman quickly got off his horse, found a big tree nearby, climbed up quickly, and looked far in the direction of York Town.
The series of actions look so skillful and professional that one almost forgets that it doesn't even have eyes...
"Cave people's hearing is hundreds of times more sensitive than ours. They can use the sounds they hear to construct pictures in their minds. Their ears are their eyes. They can 'see' further and 'see' more than we can."