The screams subsided, and Stanley seemed to have lost interest in talking, so he stood up and straightened his clothes, and said to Renard, "I'm not in the mood for drinking now, and I'll tell you about it if I have the chance in the future." ”

Renard naturally didn't dare to have any objections, and even hoped that the old man could leave as soon as possible, it was a torment to get along with such a moody person.

It took a full ten minutes for Stanley to leave before the atmosphere in the tavern slowly returned to normal.

But still no one dared to shout, but whispered, and everyone talked about the same thing, that is, about the old man's deeds.

The tavernkeeper's expression was gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but Cliver was already drunk on the bar.

Renard slammed the liquor, as if he wanted to use his drunkenness to delete the amnestics just now, he was very sure that there was definitely an identity not inferior to his own existence among the gentlemen just now, even so, the other party still had no scruples, that was the right of the strong.

Just when he was nervous, a pleasant joke suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Handsome guy, do you want something to eat?"

Renard looked up and saw a tall and beautiful waitress standing in front of him with a plate, the waitress bowed slightly, revealing the snow-white of her chest, and her eyes were always staring at him as if they could speak.

The woman is about twenty years old, with a plump figure, and her face can be broken with a faint hint of flattery.

Renard held back for a long time and came up with a two-word adjective - goblin!

Seeing that he didn't answer, the bewitching maid leaned forward again, and the elegant smell of perfume came to her face, with a strong smell of mature women, as if it was a deliberate temptation signal.

"You're so beautiful. Renard moved to the side imperceptibly, keeping a safe distance from the other party, and added, "If you can, give me a trap." ”

The enchanting maid smiled coquettishly: "Thank you for the compliment, but I prefer shiny coins to sweet words." ”

Renard coughed lightly twice to hide his embarrassment, then took out a few copper plates from the cowhide bag around his waist and handed them over: "The rest is a tip." ”

The bewitching woman took the copper plate, her expression was slightly strange, and then she said in a slightly exaggerated tone: "Handsome guy, you are really generous!"

With that, she twisted her waist and went into the back kitchen.

Seeing this, Renard immediately got up, picked up the sleepy Cliver and left the tavern.

Not long after, the bewitching waitress appeared in front of the bar again, holding a steaming pie in her hand, with a puzzled expression: "Hey, what about people?"

The tavern owner asked curiously, "Miss Heidi, are you looking for someone?"

The seductive maid hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and replied, "No." ”

The next morning, Colliver stroked his heavy forehead and slowly came to his senses, he endured his wife's downfall, and finally swallowed the sweet honey water into his stomach, and then asked, "Who sent me back?"

"Lord Renard, of course. The gray-haired woman said with a little annoyance, "Otherwise, you will sleep on the street again." ”

Cliffor scratched his head in embarrassment, and a pinprick-like pain suddenly came from his head, and he couldn't help frowning slightly, and said, "It seems that a lot of interesting things happened last night, but I can't remember all of them." ”

The woman ignored his muttering, but pointed out the window and said, "Look at Lord Renard, start training in the morning, and look at you, if you continue to fall like this, our family will have to drink the northwest wind in the future." ”

Hearing this, Cliver struggled to get up and look out the window, only to see Renard standing in the open space of the garden, meticulously wielding his two-handed sword, although some of the moves are still jerky, but it will not be long before he can be integrated.

"Diligent guy. Cleaver shook his head with a smile, and then a carp came to fight, but unfortunately he couldn't get up, he hammered his legs weakly, and said with a wry smile: "It's not okay to be old!"

After saying that, he himself laughed first, as if he was laughing at himself.

However, his wife did not say anything sarcastic, and looked out the window in a daze, and said, "I remember that Laurien was about that old when she left us." ”

Laurien!Cliffor's expression stiffened, and then slowly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Ten minutes later, he appeared in the garden in high spirits, standing beside Renard and looking carefully, with occasional smacks of disdain coming out of his mouth.

The expression on Renard's face remained unchanged, the long sword swung a sword flower, the tip of the sword pointed at the other party, and asked in a provocative tone, "Does Mr. Cliver want to instruct?"

Fighting warriors are hard to come by, Renard's previous opponents were limited to goblin bandits, and the real masters were only encountered in the Academy of Constantinople, but it was a pity that they could not fight, but today is a great opportunity to ask for advice.

"You actually want to do it with me?" Cliffor showed a funny look, snapped off the dry branches, and put on a posture of acceptance: "Come on!"

"Ding! Trigger the quest to defeat the mid-level Fighting Spirit Warrior Cleaver, rewarding twenty potentials, one thousand dinars, and three random draws. ”

The system's prompt sounded, Renard suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, his fighting spirit instantly soared, his right leg took a slight half step forward, the movements in his hands were as fast as lightning, and the two-handed sword slashed at the other party in the blink of an eye.

He swung his sword mercilessly, because he knew very well that even if he tried his best, he would not want to hurt the Fighting Qi Martial Artist in the slightest.

When the attack came, Cliffor instantly took half a step back, turned sideways, shot, and stood still.

Renard's long-handed sword immediately came out of his hand, he covered the back of his swollen right hand, and kept gasping: "Hey! ”

"Lao Tzu hasn't used his fighting spirit, and he has only used less than one percent of his strength. Cliffor pursed his lips with a look of extreme disdain.

Renard's face immediately flushed, is the gap between himself and the other party really so big?

Cliffor casually threw the branch on the ground and said lightly, "There are flaws everywhere when you do it." ”

"Are there a lot of flaws?" asked Renard, somewhat uncertain.

"It's more than that. Clifford fixed his eyes, "Like your eyes." ”

"Eyes?" Renard was a little dazed.

Colliver nodded and said: "When you do it, you will unconsciously show a fighting spirit in your eyes, almost telling me that you are going to make a move, the competition is about surprise and unpreparedness, you can never become a real master." ”

"Is that all?" Reynard looked embarrassed, "I'll just correct it slowly in the future." ”

"That's it?" Cliffor smiled disdainfully, and taught in an elder-like tone: "War spirit is the most basic emotional transmission of people, and it is not enough to correct it alone, but it must be restrained and even used. ”