Chapter 333 Do You Want to Know?

Looking at their frightened and desperate eyes, I knew that they must have remembered me.

In a guild, the president is a person with both strength and leadership skills.

Medium-sized guilds, large guilds, and top guilds pay more attention to the latter one. What they want is how to strengthen their guild. As for strength, it is enough to be among the best in the guild.

For small guilds, the former is far more important than the latter.

In their view, a powerful guild leader will make his guild look very prestigious and will give him the advantage of being arrogant when compared with other small guilds.

The Ginyu Guild is just such a small guild.

According to the information provided by Master Hall, their president was originally the backbone of a medium-sized guild and was quite powerful. Later, he was expelled from the guild because of vicious fights, greed for money and bribery.

Although he no longer has the status of a medium-sized guild, his strength is real. Based on his previous understanding of guilds and his own network of relationships, he quickly started from scratch and established a small guild. He quickly established himself in many small guilds. Stand out and become the dark horse most likely to advance to the intermediate guild.

He might have accomplished a lot, but he was found dead in the underground city not long ago. The wound was fatal, the incision was rapid and violent, and he could kill with one blow. Although he had learned about it from many sources, no one finally said who his murderer was. , so the information had to be marked as follows: Killed by an unknown monster with a sharp weapon.

When I saw this article, I couldn't help but laugh: Monster? How did you get involved with the monster? This is obviously a stab wound, haha.

Think about it, the monsters are really miserable. Many times, they take the blame for no reason.

well, let's get back to business.

The most powerful person in the Ginyu Guild was inexplicably killed by me with a knife in the dungeon. This impact was huge and even destructive to other members, just like now.

When I stood in front of them, the six cadres stood motionless in front of me, like six statues.

The man on the ground had already suffered severe pain from having his legs chopped off, and he fainted from the pain.

"Now, let's play a game." I stretched out my index finger and waved it in front of me. I smiled and said, "I ask, and you answer. If you know the answer and don't answer, or tell a lie, or simply remain silent, you will die." .”

I looked around at the six people and said, "First question, how many years has your Ginyu Guild been established?"

"Ten, eleven years."

The cadre at the front stuttered and replied.

Then, the five people behind him also said "eleven years" one by one.

There was a flash of cold light, blood splattered everywhere, and I cut off the head of the unconscious person on the ground.

"ah!"

The cadre closest to him let out a miserable howl.

Slowly putting away the knife, I said: "I said, if you know the truth and don't answer, you will die. If you tell lies and perfunctory, you will die. If you remain silent, you will die."

The six people in front of them all took a step back, then stood up straight in fear, but their legs were trembling.

The person I just killed didn't mean to not answer my questions, but because he was in a coma and completely incapable of answering.

I know this very well, but I still want to kill him, because I hate people who bully wandering adventurers, because wandering adventurers, like us, are fighting for survival, and their identities may be due to their origins. It's not good, or maybe it's because they are seeking bad luck, but like us, they are equal, worthy of respect, and at the same time, they also desire to be respected.

And another reason why I killed him is because I was once a wandering adventurer, and I can understand that desire.

Of course, it's not just that. There is also a very important point. When he regarded me as a wandering adventurer, he even wanted to take my knife away from my hand.

Weapons are another life for the adventurer, so he must die.

And directly cutting off his head was my last act of kindness to him - I finally held back and did not kill him with one knife after another.

"Now, the second question" I squatted down and said calmly: "Why are you attacking the dwarves?"

After saying the question, I ignored the people who were looking at each other, and instead used a knife to disembowel the person in front of me who I had just hacked to death.

This action was very slow, and the sound of cutting flesh was very soft, but the silent room was eerily quiet, so the sound was clear to my ears.

After leaving it behind, a heart was still twitching slowly, seeming to be making its final unwillingness.

Holding the ball of pink flesh, he pulled it out bit by bit, and finally separated it from the dead flesh lying on the ground.

I signaled Ren, who had blood stains on his lips, to take out a cutting board from the back room, put the pink meat on it, and cut it carefully, bit by bit, with the straight knife in my hand.

As I cut, I smiled.

Soon, a small piece of the pink mass on the cutting board was cut off.

The small piece that was cut off turned into filaments of uniform size, sticking together softly.

While continuing to cut the shreds, I told them in a story-telling tone: "When I first became an adventurer, I was also a wandering adventurer. I was very good at it. I was very good at it. How good was it?" What? Even if you encounter a slime, you will fight tooth and nail. You are really good at it, right?"

No one spoke or responded. All six people's eyes were focused on the pink object in my hand, with a look of fear on their faces.

My peripheral vision never left their every move, and the movements in my hands never paused at all. They were still cutting slowly and steadily.

"Once, I got lost on the first floor. I didn't dare to walk around, and I didn't dare to relax at all. You must know that a random slime is enough to choke me. If it suddenly appears, If two or more of them come out, I will most likely die there, so I am very careful and cautious, and I have to avoid those deadly monsters while finding my way."

"You know, how big a challenge it is for a rookie to prevent being killed. Fortunately, I was not discovered by the slime and escaped. However, another disaster happened -" I paused and continued: "I still haven't found the way back, and at the same time, I don't have any food or water."

"You also know, without food and water, what a severe test it is for an adventurer." I shook my head and said, "The difficulty is second only to being eaten by a monster."

"But, I'm not dead." Turning around, I said to the six cadres: "You guys, want to know how I survived?"