C23 Special Ability User Envoy

Old White smiled, "Don't lie to me!"

Morgan looked around and saw some residents looking at the two of them. Morgan said to Old White, "Let's go home first!"

The two of them returned home. Morgan poured a glass of water for Old White first and then placed the dozen or so G-class magic crystals in his pocket on the table.

"Uncle White, what do you think this is?"

When White saw these magic crystals, he was immediately stunned, "Magic crystal?? G-class magic crystal? You really killed so many G-class magic beasts?"

"En, I couldn't bring their corpses back alone, so I took out their magic crystals!"

"But, how did you cut open their beast skins? Even I had to expend a lot of effort to cut open the G-class magic beast's skin!"

"I cut it with a dagger!"

Turner smiled: "Don't lie to me, you don't even have that much strength!"

Morgan said with a smile, "If you want to believe me, do you think that these magic crystals are enough for your medical expenses?"

Turner nodded: "It should be enough. With my previous savings, even if Turner doesn't help us, it's enough. Child, Uncle White thanks you!"

"Hehe, let's not use the word thank you. I am your child. This is what I should do!"

Old White's eyes gradually became moist. "Yes, child. You are my child!" After saying that, Old White pressed his big hand on Morgan's head and rubbed his long black hair.

Morgan touched the F-class magic crystal in his pocket and couldn't help but smile naughtily. This was the capital he planned to exchange for a weapon, because he knew that the sniper rifle he was using right now could not instantly kill an F-class magic beast, let alone an even stronger E-class magic beast. Only by obtaining a stronger weapon would he be able to kill these stronger magic beasts.

Morgan was still fantasizing about the future, when someone knocked on his wooden door.

"White, White!" It was a woman's anxious voice.

Morgan opened the wooden door and saw a woman wrapped in shabby cotton clothes. It was the helpless and beautiful woman.

"What are you looking for Uncle for? He drank too much and fell asleep!"

"Please ask White to save me. I can't take it anymore!"

Morgan took out the dim light in the wooden house and saw the bruise on the woman's face. He frowned. "What happened?"

"It's Locke. He has been hitting me for the past few days. I am really afraid that I will be beaten to death by him! It would be fine if I was killed by him, but I still have a child!" As she spoke, the woman started crying again. It was obvious that crying in such a miserable manner was the only thing she could do.

"Oh? Locke?"

Immediately after, Locke's voice sounded: "You bitch, you came all the way here. Do you want to find a man? Come back with me, and I'll kill you. Haha!" Locke had obviously drunk too much wine. His fat body swayed as he walked over. He reached out his hand to grab the woman's wrist.

"No, I don't want to go back with you!" The woman didn't even dare to imagine what kind of inhumane treatment she would suffer after returning with Locke.

Morgan waved his hand and pushed Locke's arm away. "Are you still a man?"

Locke looked at Morgan arrogantly: "Little bastard, do you want to die? How dare you interfere with my business?" After saying that, Locke reached for the P2 pistol on his waist.

Morgan kicked Locke's chest without any hesitation, directly kicking this fat man who weighed nearly two hundred kilograms onto the ground. Locke held his chest and fell to the ground, moaning in pain.

"Bastard, I really want to kill you!" Morgan was a little angry, but he did not lose his rationality. He knew what would happen if he really killed this officer of the alliance.

After Locke moaned a few times, he started to laugh out loud, "Bitch, think about your child. If you don't come back with me, I will definitely kill him!"

The woman looked at Morgan helplessly: "Please, kill him. I really can't take it anymore!"

Morgan shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't do it!"

The woman's face that was covered in tears suddenly froze. Then without saying a word, she turned around and left. What else could she do? If White did not reach out to help, who in the entire town would help her?

She trembled, cried, and slowly left.

Locke got up from the ground and laughed impudent: "Haha, haha, stinking brat, remember this, I will teach you guys a lesson sooner or later. Haha, now, I'm going back to enjoy this woman. Aiyo, her figure is really great, especially her chest, haha?" After he finished speaking, Locke also staggered and left.

Morgan furrowed his brows. He really hated this guy called Locke, so he couldn't help but take out his revolver and aim it at Locke's head from behind, but Morgan hesitated for a moment before putting his gun away and closing the wooden door helplessly.