"I have nothing to say to a beast like you!"

Yilman gritted his teeth and looked at Charles, who was approaching step by step: "The city defense army and the Swan family will not let you go!"

The only two remaining swan guards glanced at each other, stepped forward together, and killed Charles with all their might: "Young master, you go first, let's drag him down!"

Azek shook his head helplessly, he and Charles both knew that this young master with an extraordinary family background was just kind, but...

This mouth really stinks...

Charles originally just wanted to tease this "righteous and courageous" guy, but after some activities, the energy of keel brewing gradually rose, and his heart became nameless, and his hands gradually lost his senses.

At this time, the other party's fire added fuel to the fire, which made him extremely unhappy, and he simply saved the explanation.

Yillman was arrogant, but he didn't:

"Inexplicable!"

Charles pursed his lips, and the shield blade of his right hand smashed through the oncoming broken sword, and at the same time flew up with a sharp kick, kicking the swan guard attacking on the left and flying upside down.

Swan Wei was kicked in the chest, and after spurting a mouthful of blood in mid-air, he slammed into the door of the tavern and fell to the ground, attracting a group of drunkards to stop and watch.

The swan guard on the right hand was smashed by the shield blade, and he took two steps back, and was about to step forward to continue the attack, but he collided head-on with a black sole.

"Bang!"

Seeing that Charles was not old with one move, he turned around in the air, his legs flew over, and with a gorgeous series of kicks, he stepped on the last swan guard in an instant.

"To-the-chop!"

When Ilman saw Charles landing on one foot, it was when the lower plate was unstable, he immediately leaned over and sprinted, and the half-sword gun rolled towards him with the momentum of wind and thunder.

Under the detection of brain waves, Charles didn't need to look down to detect the sharp blade attacking from below, so he simply kicked on his back foot and jumped into the air, dodging this sharp and tricky blow.

"Charles, don't be careless!"

Although the falling silver sword technique that Azek learned was not a battle array martial art, the falling silver sword used by the former regiment commander also took the path of moving vigorously and sinking, and he could see at a glance that this move was "slashing on the ground", which was to force Charles into the air.

Sure enough, when Ihlman saw Charles soaring into the air, he immediately stood still in a lunge, and without hesitation, he received a fierce slash from the bottom up:

"Intercept the air--slash!"

Charles was in mid-air, it was an embarrassing moment when he had nowhere to borrow, feeling this sharp killing move that was about to cut himself in two, he had an idea, and Azek's gorgeous sword move came to his mind:

"Falling Silver--"

The swarthy shield blade was like a black dragon, swimming endlessly with Charles's volley, and finally turned into a black light in a dull whistling sound and slashed at the half-sword spear.

"Slash!"

"Bell!"

The half-sword gun shattered in response, and the sharp blade turned into pieces of silver light and sprinkled in the air, which corresponded to the word "falling silver".

Yilman knelt on his knees, his hands were bleeding profusely, and only the half-sword spear with a small sword body had already come out of his hand, and he fell helplessly to the side.

"It's too much, you won't be allowed to use it in the future!"

Ezek had long been surprised by Charles's monster behavior, but he still didn't feel good to see his improved "Falling Silver Slash" being used by him with a heavy shield blade.

"Ha, don't be a fool, at most I'll change my name, just ...... Let's call it Shattered Star Slash~"

Charles snorted at the depressed Azek, and then shook his head, as if to shake off the strength of the wine on his head, and slowly walked towards the embarrassed Ilman.

Yilman's hands were out of strength, the tiger's mouth was broken, and he was no longer able to fight, he raised his head slightly with difficulty, and looked at Charles's steps getting closer and closer, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Is that the end of it...

"Do you know why, as a nobleman, you must not only have cultivation, learn etiquette, but also practice martial arts?"

Charles half-crouched in front of Ilman and said softly, his mother's gentle and noble face unconsciously appeared in his mind.

"Huh?" Ilman looked up at him in confusion, not knowing what he was trying to say.

"Etiquette cultivation allows us to listen to people calmly, and martial arts practice is to let people listen to us calmly. ”

Charles reached out and patted Ehrman on the shoulder, and said earnestly:

"Look, if I hadn't happened to have two brushes, wouldn't I even have a chance to speak?"

Seeing that the dust had settled here, Azek also dragged Yuri, who had given up resistance, and walked over: "This young master, why are you so sure that we are kidnapping?"

Seeing that the two had no intention of harming him, Yilman let go, sat down on the ground, raised his chin slightly, and pointed to Peteem, who was watching from the sidelines:

"This coachman... Several cases of disappearances of young girls are related to him, but the people who disappeared before were ordinary people, and today you actually dare to kidnap the mage of the Magic Academy, even if you have a big background, you can't be protected!"

"Huh?"

Ezek frowned when he heard this, his face turned cold, and he looked at the young tavern guy angrily.

The young man realized that something was wrong, and as soon as he shrunk his neck, he was about to burrow into the crowd, but suddenly his collar tightened.

"Where are you going?"

Charles came out of the crowd in two or three steps, and with a frosty face, he reached into the crowd, grabbed the young man by the collar, and dragged him out:

"You're looking for a good coachman!"

The young man is not a hillbilly from the outer city like Ezek, even if he has never seen the son of the commander of the city defense corps, he always knows about the swan guard.

Seeing that a whole team of people was solved by two people chopping melons and vegetables, and even the half-sword and gun of the three armies of Mingzhen were smashed, he couldn't afford to struggle at all:

"Young master spare my life, I really don't know, there are really not many cars out of the city at this time, I just..."

"It's just a few dozen coppers, I know. ”

Charles's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out two fingers, reached into his man's pocket, and pulled out a mottled copper coin from inside.

Seeing this copper coin, the young man's face turned white, and he couldn't figure out how Charles knew about his deal with Pittham.

I saw Charles holding up the copper coin, turning back to the onlookers and saying:

"Bother everyone, whoever has time to call a team of city defense troops to come, the 50 copper will belong to him. ”

"I'll go!"

"I'll go, I'll go, I know..."

“...”

A copper plate with a denomination of 50 copper was enough for them to buy two bottles of fine ale, and Charles's beckoning immediately responded to the crowd, and even more so he had already run out of the alley and shouted in the streets.

"No, that's physical evidence!

When Yilman heard this, he was anxious, and he didn't know where he got the strength, so he stood up and yelled at Charles.

"Alas, what a trouble," Charles scratched his head helplessly, and then spread out a hand at Yilman, who hurried over:

"Then bring it~"

"What?" said Elman, stunned, unclear.

"50 copper running fare, you, won't you give it?" Charles tossed the copper plate as physical evidence to Ilman, and then simply turned back to the drinkers and said, "I'll look for this ...... later."

"What is the name?" Charles asked in a whisper, taking a step closer.

"Ilman Garret. ”

"Find our young master Garet to settle the bill~"

Confirming Ilman's name, Charles unceremoniously sold him.

"Alright, Master Griffin!"

"Alright, Master Griffin!"

“...”

Griffin?

Yilman took the copper plate, took out his handkerchief and wrapped it, and was about to put it in his pocket, only to find that the handkerchief had been dyed red by his own hands.

He couldn't help but look back at the half-sword gun that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but redden.

This is the year I was admitted to the Upper House, and my father... Send my...

Thinking of this, he glared at Charles fiercely again.

"What are you doing, why are you still fighting?" Charles's alcohol was completely up at this moment, and his tongue couldn't be straightened.

Fearing that Charles would go drunk, Illman stepped back and asked seriously:

"How do I know if you're acting?"

Charles touched his chin and thought for a while, then took out the eagle badge from his arms:

"Does this count?"

"This is..."

When Ilman looked at it, his originally pale face suddenly turned red:

"Hina ... Eagles?

"What's wrong with me? Don't... Look, the coachman... Run, run~" Charles put away his badge and pointed to Pitham, who was about to sneak into the alley.

"Uh, Swan Guard, catch him for me!" Ilman turned around and saw that Pitum was about to run, and immediately became anxious.

At this point, if Pitham can't be brought to justice, won't the half-sword and gun be broken in vain?

Several swan guards who had eaten Charles's "Thousand Army Sweep" all relieved themselves, and immediately got up and responded to the promise, limping after them.

"Hey, don't, don't go, this guy is for you. ”

Charles threw the young man to the swan guard with his shoe prints on his face, and was about to turn around to complain about Ilman, but he saw that his eyes were slightly red, and he was looking down to pick up the broken half-sword gun.

"That, next... My hands are heavy, I'm sorry ~ I'm sorry ~ " He curled his tongue and said, "My family... It's iron, I'll make a weapon for you another day..."

"Who scares about you—" Yilman raised his head in shame, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

Wait a minute... Iron-striker?

Eagles?

The Warhammer Family's Spellbreaker?!

That's the magic weapon that my father dreamed of! Even the Swan family only has two handles!

"Huh... Don't you want it, then I..."

"I want, I want!"