Extraordinary noble man

Kurt looked at Wan Shu's face, saw that he didn't look at him with strange eyes, so he slowly relaxed, and then readily agreed: "No problem, anyway, the warehouse is very big, and you can store everything in your store. It is more than enough to move there, but the tribe opened the warehouse not to make money, but to provide convenience to the people, many things are distributed for free,

Everyone can give money if they want, and they can take it directly if they don’t have money, so it may have some impact on your store. "

Wan Shu naturally understands what the impact is. People will not spend money to buy free things, but compared to closing the store for the entire snow season, this impact is nothing.

"It's okay, you just need to allocate a space in the warehouse." Wan Shu said, seeing him so happy, he felt a little more fond of him in his heart.

"Okay." Kurt agreed, and since it was getting late, the two made an appointment to discuss the joint cargo in detail at another day, after which Wan Shu came out of Kurt's house.

Krell, who was staying outside the house, immediately greeted him, and then asked Wan Shu, "How is it?"

"He agreed." Wan Shu was in a good mood, so he didn't care about the matter of being annoyed by Krell just now, but he still looked at it coldly: "You are not allowed to gossip with your second brother anymore, it is really adding to the chaos. "

Krell was embarrassed, wondering in his heart, always feeling that Kewell was not such a barbaric person.

With such doubts, Krell followed Wan Shu back home. Because he was worried about Wan Shu, he didn't dare to ask Keweier immediately, and he went in the dark after Wan Shu fell asleep. next door cottage.

Keweier hadn't slept yet, and the lights in the room were not lit, and he was seen sitting quietly on a chair with a pot of cold tea beside him, looking a bit like a ghost.

"Scared me." Krell said, rubbing his chest, "Why are you sitting here so suddenly?"

Keweill looked over, then took a sip from the teacup on the side, only to touch the ice in his mouth.

The tea has frozen into ice cubes.

"Thinking about something." Keweier put down the tea, and then said to his younger brother: "Palin applied to the tribe to let you try to be the captain for a month, and the upper management of the tribe also agreed, and the result will be announced tomorrow."

"I'm not here to ask this." Krell said, although the orc's night vision ability is very good, he still took out the flint and lit the oil lamp on the table, and then sat down beside Keweier, thinking about I asked him about destroying Kurt's house, but when I took a closer look, I found that his complexion was not very good, not only his skin was extremely pale, but even his lips didn't have much blood.

Krell was taken aback, his eyes scanned Keweill's body, and then his gaze fell on his neck, where he saw that there was a bandage wrapped there, and there was still a faint smell of blood.

"Are you injured?" Claire frowned, and it seemed that he was still seriously injured.

Keweill reached out and touched his neck, and then said lightly: "It's okay, it's just that I lost too much blood."

Krell didn't believe it was as simple as he said, so he frowned and asked, "What happened yesterday?"

Keweier didn't mean to hide it, so he said lightly: "Yesterday I apologized to him as you said, but he didn't accept it, and then we fought."

"And you got bitten by him?" Krell stared at Kwell's bandaged neck.

"Well, but I also broke two of his ribs." Keweill smiled.

Conflicts between orcs and duels are common, so Krell doesn't think too much about it. Although this matter is related to Wanshu's opinion of their brothers, Krell thinks that Kewell doesn't. If you do something wrong, you hit me, I hit you, how right and proper, plus you are a younger brother, so I wanted to praise "Good fight!", but suddenly I heard Keweier add another sentence:

"And then we went to bed."

"..." Krell swallowed the praise that came to his lips abruptly.

The turn was too fast for him to react.

The light of the lamp flickered and danced in the darkness, and the small hut fell into a deep silence. After a long time, the boy reached out and touched his neck, with a strange expression on his face: "Your 'going to bed' is the kind I understand. 'Go to bed'?"

As the person concerned, Keweill was calm: "It's the kind of bed you want."

Krell was silent again, and after a while, he asked quite seriously: "Did you force it?"

Kewell thought about it, last night Kurt was quite active, his feet were tightly wrapped around his waist, obviously two ribs were broken, and he gasped in pain from being hit by him, but he still looked down on him arrogantly: "Didn't you look down on me? Didn't you say that I was 'showing off'? It turned out to be a super fierce fuck."

Although I regretted it in the morning, I didn't even want to look at him.

"It's your wish." Keweier denied, and they were probably all excited at that moment.

Krell stared straight at him, as if trying to identify the truth of his words, but the man looked calm, so Krell's expression softened a little, and he chose to believe him.

Since it's your wish, he has no right to intervene.

"What are you going to do next?" Krell asked, orcs are very loyal creatures.

The usually steady man showed some confusion, and subconsciously picked up the teacup: "I don't know."

Then, when his lips touched the ice again, he belatedly remembered that the tea had frozen.

Seeing his appearance, Claire sighed silently, then stood up.

"Think about it, I won't bother you." Krell said, walking towards the door, but he had another thought in his mind.

Did Kewell hug Kurt because he liked him, or was it just to humiliate him?The method of judgment is very simple.

See if he has a heart that wants to protect him.

"I want to challenge you!" Krell immediately issued a gauntlet to Kurt on the second day, after he was successfully promoted to the captain of the thirteenth team.

Kurt and Wanshu were discussing joint sales in the tribe's warehouse. When they heard Krell's challenge, they both frowned and looked over.

Kurt was still recovering from his injuries, and it was despicable for Krell to issue a challenge at this time when he knew it.

Wan Shu didn't approve, and didn't think that Krell was a villain who took advantage of others' danger, so he thought he was too impatient, so he opened his mouth to reprimand: "Krell, you just resumed work today, are you so free?"

Krell knew that Wanshu was upset, so he softened his voice and explained to him in a friendly voice: "I've already made arrangements for the detachment, so come here and make a fight first."

Then he turned to look at Kurt, and became tough again, provoking him with a smile on his face: "Or is it that Candidate Kurt wants to break his original promise and refuse to accept my challenge?"

Kurt was sullen. Although a broken rib was not a serious injury to an orc, he still needed a month of recuperation, so it was inconvenient for him to accept Krell's challenge right now. Faced with many people, he directly challenged him. If he refused, it would be a bit embarrassing.

After thinking for a while, Kurt hooked his lips and smiled, and said mockingly: "I heard that you, the captain, just tried it out for a while, and in the end it's not clear whether you will be the captain, so you are challenging me under the title of captain, yes Isn't it a bit arrogant?"

"So what about arrogance?" Claire admitted it openly, and then said quietly: "I know you are injured now, and you were beaten by my second brother, so I will go to you before I come to you." I went to the tribal administrative department and asked them to let you take a month off to recuperate, and I will take over all your original work as an apology for my second brother who injured you. My father and the two elders It has been allowed, so you can rest at home to recuperate your injuries, but relatively, you must accept my challenge one month later, if you lose at that time, I will disqualify you from being a candidate."

Krell's words shocked everyone present like a thunderbolt. It is not that there are no chief candidates who have been banned by others in history, but there are very few overbearing ones like Krell. They are simply bullying.

Kurt turned pale on the spot, but he was still calm. He looked at Krell coldly, and asked: "If you want to ban the existing chief candidates, you need at least five captains' recommendations. Yes."

"The captain of the reconnaissance team, the third, fourth, seventh, eleventh and the former captain of the thirteenth detachment jointly recommended. The recommendation letter has been submitted and the notice has been posted, but you haven't seen it yet." He said in a hurry, and the captains he mentioned were almost all from Kewell's side. It seemed that the two brothers had already prepared for this.

Just when everyone questioned the authenticity of his words, one of Kurt's men suddenly hurried in.

"My lord, Krell has passed the recommendation..." The orc stopped talking the moment he saw Krell, as if he didn't expect him to be here.

Those present knew that what Krell said was true.

Kurt's face turned ugly again, he stared at Claire for a while, and then smiled instead of anger.

"Okay, okay, you and Keweier are indeed brothers, and the point of despicability is exactly the same." Kurt stood up, and then flicked his sleeves: "Since you have arranged everything, it seems that I I can only obediently follow your wishes. Well, let’s do it, see you in the Colosseum in a month.”

After Kurt finished speaking, he walked outside. His subordinates were about to follow, but Kurt shouted back.

"I have already entered the vacation, from now on, you have to obey the orders of the great Krell." Kurt said with a sneer.

But Krell didn't care: "It's okay, they can follow you if they want, at worst, I will grant them a one-month vacation. As for the market, I will naturally arrange for other people to take over."

Kurt glared at him fiercely, shook his head and walked away, while his group of men looked at each other for a moment, and then chased out alone, and then all of them chased out.

Not long after, only Wan Shu and Krell were left in the huge warehouse.

After driving away the original owner, Krell breathed a sigh of relief, and the toughness all over his body immediately dissipated, and then he returned to his usual soft and cute face, and moved to Wan Shu's side with a shy face: "Wan Shu..."

"Slap!" Wan Shu's slap directly slapped Claire's coquettishness back.