For some reason, I found that after the battle just now, I seemed to think that the Berlet series was not as bad as I had thought before, but when I thought about it carefully, the reason why I was a little cold to this brand of pistols was just that I used it less and I was born with my hands. Moreover, I rarely used 9mm caliber weapons before.

"It seems that you can try changing your taste after this. There are still many 9mm caliber weapons in the stock. Wait until next time... next time... and her..."

I sighed helplessly, because the incident just now made me feel a little dissatisfied with her, so I didn’t know how to talk to her when I met her later. Thinking of this, my mood became more and more irritable, and I even wanted to smoke a cigarette, but because I didn’t have cigarette on my body, I became even more irritable. In order to quickly calm my emotions, I could only force all my dissatisfaction to the goal of the task.

"Wisker Ronan, you'd better be stronger..."

Under the harassment of this unhappy mood, I roughly completed the loading and then trotted all the way to the back door of the main mansion.

I knew there were many soldiers waiting for me behind this wide carved door. In fact, I saw the shadows shaking back and forth from the leaking light under the crack of the door. Coupled with the chaotic breathing, I judged that there were at least 10 guards inside.

"It's not easy to deal with... There are no windows near the back door to climb over..."

For some reason, I suddenly thought of a movie I had watched. The protagonist directly punched a wooden door with his fist and threw the grenade in his hand into it and killed the enemy. Although I knew that it was just the effect of artistic packaging, I still couldn't resist the throbbing in my heart and wanted to try it.

I quietly observed the door. Although I didn't know what wood was made of, it didn't seem very strong. I was not sure about the thickness of the door. At the same time, I couldn't do the effect of using a grenade to penetrate the wooden door. However, if I just punched through the wooden door with my fist and threw the grenade inward, maybe I could try it.

After making a decision, I picked up the muzzle and pointed it at the carved position of the door panel on one side, which looked weak, and fired two shots. The bullet penetrated the door panel very smoothly. The screams from the inside also showed that they hit a bad guy.

Taking advantage of the panic inside, I moved my pistol to my left hand and aimed at the bullet hole in the door and fisted hard. Unexpectedly, I easily penetrated the door panel. The door seemed to be more fragile than I thought. I didn't even feel the pain from my right hand. Next, I did not stick my fist on the door like in the movie to stop for a while to show the "audiences" a close-up. Instead, I hurriedly retracted my arm and quickly opened the security of another broken grenade and threw it in, then hid in a safe position to wait and appreciate the masterpiece just now.

With a "boom", the two thin door panels instantly turned into flying wood chips scattered on the grass in the backyard. I couldn't help but applaud happily.

"It's not bad, it's very real. I always hear others say 'art comes from life'. It seems that it's right, and the effect is more beautiful than what you do in a movie."

I picked up my pistol and stepped into the messy entrance of the back door. There were more than a dozen blood-covered soldiers lying on the ground. Several of them were motionless and seemed to have no vital signs at all. It seemed that those unlucky people were close to the center of the explosion, so they were directly blown into sieve by the fragments of the grenade.

After scanning the people who fell to the ground, I came to the front hall of the mansion. Looking at the wide second-floor stairs, I felt a little embarrassed. The main mansion was too big. I glanced at the corridors on the left and right. There were at least a dozen rooms on the first floor, not to mention that there were many rooms on the second floor. Who knew where the Baron would hide.

Just when I was in trouble, a mess of footsteps suddenly came from the aisle on the second floor. After a while, more than 30 guards in thick leather armor gathered on the stairs. The two in metal breastplates seemed to be the Baron Guard Captain Diana mentioned.

After experiencing the attacks of the group of guys wearing full-body armor, I don’t care about these two guard captains holding long swords and breastplate. Because these two people are all ordinary people no matter how they look at them, they are simply too simple compared to the previous group of brainwashed "Iron Man". For this reason, I did not aim the gun at them as soon as possible, but smiled at them. It seemed that my sweet smile made them both panic. One of the captains hurriedly waved his hand and then came out of the aisle on the side of the second floor and aimed at me.

Although I continued to smile, I was a little panicked inside. Damn, careless, I didn't expect that I would make such a mistake. Fortunately, these shooters did not shoot arrows immediately and seemed to be nervously waiting for the captain's orders, and I also took the opportunity to quietly put my left hand on the grip of the MAC-10.

The two captains were talking to me. If they were in the past, I might have guessed the general content of the words from their tone and expressions, but now I have no mood at all. One of the captains, who seemed to be a bad temper, hurriedly ordered the shooters when they saw that I had no reaction, and I also noticed his plan and hurriedly raised the MAC-10 and shot at the group of shooters.

Under everyone's fearful expression, the archers all fell to the ground either dead or injured. Seeing this scene, the seemingly calm captain quickly raised his shield, although I didn't think that the iron-clad wooden shield could block the bullet, or he thought he could. The angry captain stared at me with a red face, as if his eyes were almost bloodshot. It seemed that if the calm captain didn't stop him, he would want to rush up and chop me into meat paste immediately.

At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was in a strange stalemate. The guards did not dare to rush up to fight me, but I did not continue to fire at them. In fact, there were not many bullets left in the MAC-10 magazine in my hand. I used up one magazine when I was fighting in the Biaodong. After replacing it with a new magazine, I just used up nearly half of it. The remaining bullets in this standard 32rds magazine were not enough to deal with the guards in front of me in one breath.

Just as we were stalemate, a violent striking sound suddenly came from the main entrance of the mansion behind me. I hurriedly picked up the gun and pointed it at the other side, then quickly retreated and put my body against the wall. At the same time, I picked up the pistol with my left hand and crossed it at the guards on the other side. I quietly observed the expressions of the two guard captains. They seemed to be surprised by the situation at the door. Just as I was thinking about whether to retreat first, the door was kicked open by a group of knights wearing full armor.

My first reaction was to be finished. This group of glamorous metal armor was obviously not the Baron's subordinates, and the "Iron Man"'s full body armor was like the gap between civilians and nobles compared to them.

"Mihaier's grandma..."

I murmured a few words, then quietly moved my footsteps toward the back door. At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the entrance of the stairs. The angry guy rushed over with a few guards holding shields. Of course, I poured all the last bullets in the MAC-10 magazine onto his chest without hesitation.

The last about 19 bullets penetrated his breastplate and chest, and finally shot directly onto the soldier behind him. The irritable man and the unlucky man behind him died on the spot. This scene caused the other guards who rushed down with the irritable man to roll and crawl back to the stairs.

Seeing the bizarre death of this irritable man, not only the calm man, but also the great knights who had not figured out the situation just after entering the door were stunned. The knight who was the leader responded the fastest and hurriedly took off the metal shield behind him and blocked him. At the same time, the other knights also responded the same way and everyone raised the sword in their hands and pointed it at me, as if they were planning to surround me.

In desperation, I pointed the empty-bombed MAC-10 and the full-bombed 90TWO at the group of knights, but I was really not sure that the 9mm bullet could penetrate the very thick metal shield, and I didn't seem to have the chance to switch to the M1A hanging on my back, because I'm afraid that as long as my muzzle is slightly changed, this group of very professional-looking knights will charge me without hesitation.

At this critical moment, I seemed to have auditory hallucinations again.

"Don't shoot!"

"Who is the fuck this time?!"

The sentence just now was a proficient German, and I subconsciously responded to a German. The difference is that the German I speak is Highland German, but the other party seems to be a bit like the West Prussian dialect. Speaking of which, I learned the standard Highland German in my company in the Moscow branch. I used to learn a certain German dialect with the old lady. But now, it seems that I am about to meet a reincarnation of a German guy.

Accompanied by a sharp and tender shout, the knights retreated neatly to the door. Although they put away their long swords, they still held their shields.

After a while, a head was poked out from the door frame. I pointed the muzzle in that direction alertly. Sure enough, the knights instantly drew out their long swords again.

"Don't shoot, ma'am. We are not your enemies."

"Every enemy of mine will say this to me."

"What I said is true. Next I will enter the room with an important person. She is still very young. Can you see that we are all from fellow earthlings, please put away your terrible weapon?"

"This tone sounds like a nerd."

"You can say that. I was originally a librarian and had no combat ability."

After a brief thought, I decided to try to accept this proposal. It was not that I really believed in the other party, but that the proposal seemed to be the only way to break the deadlock. After all, I was not sure to escape without being attacked by the back and forth. Of course, although I put away the MAC-10 and 90TWO, I still took out the M1A from behind and put it in my hand.

At the same time, under the escort of the knights, a young man and a young girl walked into the hall, and then a group of well-equipped soldiers came in from the door, which made me nervous and subconsciously wanted to raise my gun, but soon I found that they did not rush over here, but stood at the entrance of the stairs with their shields, as if they were the guards on the stairs on the embankment.

This situation made the guards very puzzled. I was sure they recognized the identity of the group of people, so they put away their weapons at the captain's instructions but did not surrender. They still stood on the stairs until a knight walked over and loudly declared something before he walked down the stairs and surrendered in disappointment.

"It's a pity to meet you in such an inappropriate situation. Hello, my name is William, a reincarnated from Berlin, and is currently serving as the tutor of this Miss Chris Michel."

The young man stood about two meters away from me and bowed to me very politely. At the same time, the Miss Mihair also said a few words to me very politely.

"I can't understand the local language, sorry, little girl."

The young man named William was a little surprised after hearing what I said, and then said a few words to Miss Michel, as if she was helping me translate. Her reaction was the same as William. After learning that I didn't understand their language, she lowered her head slightly as if she was expressing apologies.

"So, can we tell us your name? Madam."

“Erika.”

"You are also a reincarnation?"

"no."

“…the locals in this world?”

“I’m from Earth.”

"But you..."

"I was just resurrected after my death and was sent here."

"What? How did this... do it?"

"How do I know? Go and ask Sevina."

"Sai...is the goddess Sevina? Are you the God-Choose?"

"That's right, it may be different from other God-selected people. Have you finished your question? I still have something to do. If you are really not enemies, please get out of the way."

I don't hate this kind of literary guy, and the other person is very polite, but I am in a bad mood now. I originally planned to walk away directly, but I didn't expect that after I took a few steps towards the stairs, the group of knights guarding Miss Michel suddenly rushed out and blocked my way.

"No, please wait, please allow me to ask you another question."

"explain!"

"Is your goal...just Baron Wisk Ronan?"

"Yes! He must die."

"Can I know the reason?"

“He violated the law.”

"Law...Law?"

"Sevena's law, he got what he shouldn't have gotten and sinned with it. Are he satisfied?"

"Yes...yes, please... feel free to do it."

I impatiently moved out of Sevena's reputation to end the topic. No matter what, she is a god. Even if Miss Michel doesn't know, then William must know about her. And although she uses a more modern expression, I don't think there is any deviation in the statement just now, so I think William can understand the meaning more quickly.

After hearing my answer, William suddenly became extremely panicked for some reason. I clearly saw cold sweat oozing from his trembling forehead. Although Miss Michel couldn't understand the conversation between us, she hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes after seeing William's appearance. It seemed that she was very eager to know the content of the conversation.

Although William agreed to leave, he did not explain these knights because he was too nervous, so the knights who stood in front of me still did not move out of the way. Fortunately, they did not show hostility towards me, so I would not attack them. Well, the main reason is that I don’t think I can win them in hand-to-hand combat.

I turned my head helplessly at William, wanting to ask him to let these people go aside. But just as I was about to speak, I noticed that he wiped his sweat from his pocket, and I suddenly became interested and walked towards him. At this time, William was wiping his sweat while talking to Miss Michel. Before she could say a few words, her expression was a little flustered. I really don't understand what they were afraid of. Could it be that I was just scared by the name of Sevena?

When I approached the two of them, the knight leader immediately stood in front of me, but before he could stand firm, he was called away by Miss Michel.

"Is there anything I need help?"

"It's true, those guys..."

As soon as I pointed to the people behind me, Miss Michel seemed to understand the reason immediately and hurriedly called out the knights. Her reaction made me feel a little embarrassed because I hadn't finished speaking. After a moment of stunnedness, I looked at William again.

"There's one more thing...that's a cigar?"

I pointed at the tea-brown rolled object that was exposed in his pocket.

"Oh, yes. This is a southern...local cigar."

"Can you give me one?"

"Of course, please."

I took the hand-rolled cigar and sniffed it under my nose. It was indeed a familiar smell. William took out two small tools from other pockets. After a look, I handed the cigar to him. It was an exquisite cigar cutter and an unknown wooden prop. William skillfully cut off the eggplant hat and handed it to me. Then he brought the small prop to me. I curiously brought the cigar over and saw him opening the long small wooden block from the middle, revealing two metal strips, one long and one short. He pulled out the short metal strip and gently stroked the long one, and a small flame burst out from the top of the strip.

It was actually a lighter? I lowered my head to the flame with the curiosity in my heart. I turned the cigar to light it and took a sip. The bitter smoke mixed with a little creamy sweet smell filled my mouth. I didn't rush to enjoy it, but habitually spit out the first cigarette.

Just as I was about to taste the second sip slowly, I suddenly heard a gentle cough. I looked down and found that Miss Mihair had come over at some point. I was afraid that I had accidentally sprayed a sip of thick smoke.

Ignoring the annoying expressions of the Knights and William's awkward look, I leaned over and bowed and smiled at her.

"Sorry, Miss Michelle. It was just an accident just now. Please accept this for apologies." As I said that, I took out a wrapped hand towel from my top pocket and put it in her hand and continued, "This is a fruit hard candy, I think you should like it."

Instead of waiting for her reply, I immediately turned around and headed to the stairs. Although these subtle things happened halfway through, they would not prevent me from dealing with the Baron's problem in any case. After all, I would not want to wait until Diana came over and I hadn't caught that guy.

William asked again when I was just watched by everyone walking up the stairs.
To be continued...