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Pan?

What a strange name...

Garcia nodded silently, but he was thinking rapidly in his mind.

I really have never heard of this name...

While he was thinking, a group of people came quickly from the village.

They were men and women, old and young. Some of them were stained with blood and apricot-yellow mucus, and looked extremely embarrassed.

In the crowd, Garcia saw Bourdin's figure and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Where is Urkel?"

Pan Shen glanced at the crowd casually and asked.

"Here, here, sir..." A figure emerged from the crumbling remains of the building, waving his hands and responded loudly.

Because of the incident just now, he finally crawled out of the room, his body covered with dust, but he didn't have time to fight and ran straight to God Pan.

"Where is my thirty-sixth wife?"

To Garcia's expectation, Pan Shen glanced at this middle-aged man and actually asked such a question at this time, and in a matter-of-fact tone.

What surprised him even more was that no one around him seemed surprised at all.

"Sir, she..." Urkel swallowed and paused: "She is still on the way."

"Are you really on the way, or are you lying to me?"

"Lord Pan, how dare I lie to you at this time, she is really on the way..." Ukel replied with a sad face, but accidentally got dust in his eyes, and for a while he rubbed his eyes crazily, Tears mixed with dust, flowing here and there, looking so miserable.

"Don't be miserable!" Pan Shen snorted coldly, "Ukel, do you still remember what I said at the beginning?"

"Remember, sir, of course I remember your most loyal servant," Urkel responded hurriedly, even though he was still rubbing his eyes.

"I protect the village and help you purify it, and I need women." God Pan emphasized again, "It's only a few days, Ukel, if my thirty-sixth wife hasn't arrived yet, you know your end. , I showed it to you with my own hands."

"Yes, yes, Lord Pan, I, Ukel, swear on my soul that the woman you want is on the way, almost to Badibila. The quality this time is quite good, I think you will like it. !”

"Very good..." Seeing Urkel making the oath, Pan's expression finally softened a bit, and he turned around and walked away without even looking at the other people around him.

"He is..." Garcia finally found the opportunity to get close to Burdine and asked in a low voice.

"God Pan, the guardian of the village. In fact, our village's ability to establish a foothold in Badibila is largely due to his existence."

Even the thick hair couldn't hide Bodin's pale face at this time. He didn't know if it was Garcia's illusion. He even felt that Bodin's eyes were dimming a lot.

"Then his thirty-sixth wife..."

Bodin glanced at the scattered villagers around him, then at Garcia, and whispered: "This is not a secret in the village. It is a free gift. Pan Shen likes women. A very beautiful woman, but for some reason, every woman he slept with would fall into uncontrollable madness that night, and finally die in his arms..."

Speaking of this, he even deliberately suppressed his voice, "I heard that he is looking for a certain partner, but so far he has not succeeded, not only humans, elves, orcs, some people say that he even has Argonians, Dwarves and even fishmen have tried..."

As if he felt the looks from the people around him, he coughed twice, "But Lord Pan has indeed contributed a lot to this village. The rations you eat were purified by his hands. You can also feel it. There is no cult atmosphere at all." .”

"Then why is he still looking for a partner?" Garcia couldn't help but ask.

As a Northlander, he was not surprised by this extremely weird "polygamy". In the cruel Northland, the chance of death in battle as a man going out for hunting was quite high.

As long as he is a strong man, it is almost impossible to lack female companions in the North. There may be women who admire his strength and come to "borrow" him.

Some people even slandered the Beki family, believing that their berserker bloodline was just a deformed product that was finally born from the bloodline of countless Northlanders.

Although this statement is quite absurd, it is also based on this traditional custom.

Of course, this is how people from other regions view Northland, and no Northlander is too lazy to pay attention to such remarks.

In the cold wind where dripping water turns into ice, under the hunting of the elusive cold people and cold spiders, in the environment where the ice and snow freeze into steel, how can there be room for those vulnerable remarks in other warm areas?

Only by living can we discuss so-called ethics.

"Who knows..." Burdin coughed a few times and glanced at Garcia meaningfully, "Do you mean...?"

"I only know that you still owe me intelligence fees." Garcia shook his head, expressed his attitude, and changed the subject abruptly.

"Okay, okay, don't be like a debt collector. Damn it, I thought I should have died here just now," Burdine complained, but he seemed to have thought of something again and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"But you have also seen, boy, the village has become like this now. I am afraid you will have to wait for a while for your intelligence fee. Of course, if you want to get it secretly at this time without anyone noticing, I won't do it either. I'll tell the others." Burdine whispered quietly into Garcia's ear.

Of course Garcia immediately shook his head.

Are you kidding me?

How dare he steal something at this time?

Isn't it because Bodin wanted him to be beaten to death by the villagers and take the opportunity to save the intelligence fee?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked back and looked in the direction in which Pan Shen left.

"God Pan doesn't live in the village, and no one knows where he lives, but he will come to the village regularly to pick up his wife. Don't even try to follow him. The last fool who followed him now has all the crops on his grave. Three batches are almost ready.”

"What about you? Who are you anyway?"

"Me?" Bodin smiled, "You should know, right? Since you are from the Kingdom of Algrant, you should have heard the name of the Hanging Sword, right?"

"But why did you settle here?"

"Where is this?"

"Badibira."

"Yes, boy, this is Badibira, a paradise for criminals and a destination for exiles, so are you asking questions knowingly?" A trace of sadness flashed in Bodin's eyes, then a bitter smile flashed, and finally he smiled He sighed and said: "I am a devout apostate..."

Thanks to Aislaiya, the fat man with twenty pounds more meat, and Wen Chiyu for the reward~