Chapter 110 Dixia: So he is the one...
"A scholar that even the Gilded Brigade fears? Ah... Is he that famous? What did he do to make the Gilded Brigade fear him?"
Dixia blurted out her doubts, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something and whispered: "... Harold, come to think of it, this name sounds a little familiar..."
"Hmm? You don't know, Miss Mercenary? Some of us rangers always say that among the mercenaries of the Gilded Brigade, his name is more famous than that of the Sages.
Harold, he fought off a group of 20 mercenaries by himself, I can't believe it, he didn't even have the Eye of God at that time!"
Thinking of the critical situation at that time, Nasrin clenched her fist nervously, but when she talked about the rumors she heard from other people, she unconsciously used a boastful tone. She felt that it was a matter of pride to know such a great friend.
"Oh... that God of War, that's him, I know!" Dixia suddenly realized, "The people in my mercenary group have also talked about his deeds. When we first heard about it, we also found it unbelievable."
Especially the one he defeated was not an ordinary mercenary group. Ibrahim's group had some strength and dared to take on commissions that new mercenaries dared not to take, so they had some reputation among mercenaries.
But after the news spread that twenty of them were beaten up by a fifteen-year-old scholar with a book, few people commissioned them to do things anymore, and other mercenaries were unwilling to join their mercenary group. As a result, their mercenary group had several internal conflicts, and now their brigade has less than ten people.
Although Ibrahim said that the rumors were not credible, he was just caught off guard and allowed the scholar to launch a successful sneak attack. The cunning scholar knocked him out with a hidden weapon and then kidnapped him. The others did not dare to take action. In the end, it was not the scholar who defeated them, but the group of thirty people.
He also repeatedly emphasized how thick the scholar's book was. It was not a book at all, but a brick! If you hit it, it will hurt you. You will understand once you see it! But they still became a joke in the eyes of other mercenaries.
"He is not what I imagined. I thought he would be taller and stronger." Dixia touched the back of her head. According to the rumors she knew, Harold was a man over two meters tall and with a strong physique.
A mercenary named Halaf from the mercenary group she belonged to, the Blazing Beast Hunters, also said that he had seen this scholar and that Harold's body width was more than twice hers.
She knew it was a joke, but this was indeed the image of Harold in her mind.
Now recalling her employer with a kind smile and his room full of fancy flowers, Dixia couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and suddenly felt a sense of relief for surviving a disaster.
If Harold had any plans for her, she might not be his match. Fortunately, this scholar was an upright man. Now it seems that Ibrahim and his gang did not deserve it.
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El Haisen's Study
"If you need to check the progress of my work, you can look through these documents at will." Elhaisen placed one hand on the pile of paper documents, then walked across the desk and stood aside, giving his seat to his employer.
Haroldt picked up the stack of papers on the desk, which were sorted by paper clips, and looked at the top stack closest to him.
He knew the language, but he couldn't translate it in real time like El Haisen, so he read very slowly.
After reading a few pages, he looked up and asked, "Senior Elhaisen also made an additional enlightenment textbook?"
"Pay attention to your wording. The illiteracy rate in the desert region is as high as 38 percent. Their scarce textbooks already include enlightenment books. This is not extra work." Elhaisen did not quite agree with Haroldt's statement.
Harold smiled and said, "That's right. I originally wanted to ask you to write an enlightenment book after the common language textbook was completed. I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful and save me a lot of money."
Kavi couldn't understand the words on the document, but he came close to Harold and looked at it curiously. The text symbols on the paper were spaced far apart, and there were only one or two lines on a page, leaving large areas of blank space.
El Haisen: "You can save a lot of money by entrusting your senior Kavi to help you fill in the drawings. I believe he will be willing to provide the labor for free."
"What's wrong with me being willing to help?" Kavi, who was about to say "Leave the drawing to me", was now very unhappy.
Elhaisen: "Nothing. I think this is a very meaningful thing. If the Faith Council is willing to evaluate the level of this work like it evaluates other research topics, you can add another achievement to your resume."
"Do you really think so? It's rare to hear you say that." Kavi was visibly happy.