"Hiccup~" Manhattan shook the empty rum bottle in his hand and pushed open the door of the Blackstone Bar after burping. When Manhattan stepped into this place full of alcohol, he was greeted by a group of dwarves who were only half his height, with dark skin, but each one extremely strong.

When he arrived, no one greeted him, except for a dwarf who took a sip of the wine in his hand and said to him, "Welcome to the Blackstone Bar, it's happy hour." After saying that, he poured another sip of wine.

Manhattan walked towards the counter with his empty bottles, and he saw one Blackstone dwarf after another, just standing on top of the barrel to mix drinks from the people who were drinking here.

Manhattan looked around, and a blackstone dwarf asked him, "Would you like a drink, the freshly brewed dark beer tastes great." ”

"Hiccup~ Thanks, I don't need it. ”

"Oh, poor ghost!" the Blackstone Dwarf didn't care that he had taken a place at the counter here, and after scolding Manhattan, he just let it sit like this.

Originally, Manhattan had a gold coin to drink. However, after bribing the mooring officer, he was really penniless, thinking about Sheehan and the others who shot him money before, Manhattan was itching for a while.

Sheehan's gang is also Duke Lucius's people, I don't know why, Duke Lucius gave Manhattan a task when Kane entered the city, that is, to get close to Kane, and Manhattan didn't know why Duke Lucius did this. And Duke Lucius was afraid that Manhattan would be messed up, so he deliberately asked Sheehan and others to act in a scene with him. This also robbed him of the seventy-five Su that he had saved up so hard, otherwise he would have been able to taste what this dark beer was like.

Manhattan looked left and right, trying to find the same group of guards who had posted notices in Ruhr City earlier. Manhattan remembers that their leader said he was going to come for a drink in the evening. So Kane was here, but to his embarrassment, he didn't know what the guards looked like, and the guards were wearing armor that covered their bodies when they posted the bulletin, so Manhattan didn't see their faces clearly.

Manhattan looked at the bar, and there were all kinds of people in it, women, dwarves, merchants, burghers, thugs, and, of course, soldiers. Manhattan has set its sights on slightly stronger people.

The physique of these regular garrisons is obviously not too weak, and the kind of guy who looks like he can be knocked down by a punch, Manhattan doesn't think that he will be the material to be a soldier.

Soon Kane chose the first target, which was a big man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with tendons and flesh all over his body, not too strong. Manhattan remembers that the guards were about the same height as this guy in terms of physique.

"Maybe this guy is the big guy on that team. Manhattan said comfortingly.

"Hiccup~ Hey, big brother. Manhattan walked over and put his arm on the man's shoulder.

When the strong man turned his head, he was a little frightened in Manhattan, the strong man's dark skin, his face was horizontal, and there was a scar on the right eye, and the scar spread straight to the strong man's chin, like a centipede growing on it

This fierce look really scared Manhattan, Manhattan involuntarily took his hand off the shoulder of the strong man, and patted the strong man's shoulder by the way, he was really afraid that his hand would stain the strong man's clothes, and then be beaten by the guy in front of him, and then thrown into the stinky puddle in the back alley.

He hadn't done this kind of thing before.

"What are you doing on people's shoulders, you nasty ghost, you're the brother of the big man, people have names. The strong man said in a girlish manner.

The guy sitting next to Manhattan drinking, like a gangster, squirted a sip of wine in Manhattan's face after hearing the strong man's voice.

"Oh, you're fine, someone will wipe it for you. After saying that, the strong man took out a quick handkerchief from his bosom and was about to wipe his face in Manhattan.

Manhattan, who was stunned, hurriedly retreated, and then wiped the wine stains off his face.

"Hiccup~ No, don't be so troublesome. After finishing speaking, he wiped his face with his hand a few times in a row, and then said to the strong man in front of him: "Hiccup~ Look, it's very clean, you don't need to play at all, really." The words fell, and Manhattan wiped them again.

"You nasty ghost, what are you going to do just now by patting people on the shoulder?

As soon as the strong man's words fell, Manhattan suddenly got goosebumps.

Manhattan, who was just about to speak, burped again, Manhattan looked at the ambiguous eyes thrown by the strong man and hurriedly said: "Hiccup~ No, no, I think sir, you have misunderstood, I am here to ask you about someone." ”

"Sir, do you call me Mr. Other? You're so sad. With that, he punched Manhattan in the chest.

Manhattan was nearly knocked out by the seemingly powerless punch, and stumbled backwards.

The little thug who sat on the side and sprayed Manhattan with a face of wine before he was out of breath at this time, and when he was about to laugh at himself, he pointed to the strong man and said: "A dead, what a big cute, hahaha~ laughed at me." As he spoke, the man rolled on the ground with his stomach clutched.

The strong man who was called to death had a pair of eyes like a kerosene lamp in the dark night at this time, his face was full of ferocity, he rushed over and punched the fool in the face, and then shouted in a male duck voice: "Who do you say is a dead, people are going to hammer your little chest." ”

Manhattan, staggering backwards, stopped after hitting a man. The man who had been hit had a glass of ale in his hand and shouted angrily at Manhattan, "Hey, hey, hey, dead drunkard, don't you have eyes? You spilled my oatmeal, and you're going to pay me a glass." ”

"Hiccup~cough cough cough......" A wine burp almost suffocated Manhattan, and after coughing for a long time, it finally got better.

"You tuberculosis, did you hear what you just said, you have to pay me for my oatmeal. The man repeated again towards Manhattan.

The thugs and brawlers who were fighting finally became louder, and by this time the brawny man had lifted the thug up and slammed it on the table next to him.

After standing up, the thug punched the strong man in the face, and then the two began to fight again, but the thug's physique was much worse than that of the strong man.

No one stopped the fight in the bar, but everyone watched the excitement from the side, and even sat next to him with a glass of wine and applauded, and the bar was chaotic for a while.

Manhattan, who had not yet recovered his temper, suddenly heard a voice shouting in the distance: "York, what are you doing, why haven't you brought the oat wine I want yet, are you dead drunkard stealing Lao Tzu's wine again, this time Lao Tzu will not let you mix water in my wine." With that, a man walked over the counter in the distance.

"York?" Manhattan suddenly remembered where he had been on the bulletin board on Trie Bridge Street before, and the leading soldier was shouting at the soldier with a bucket of paste, whose name seemed to be York.

Then Manhattan, who had not yet recovered his breath, immediately took York's hand and couldn't say a word for a while.

York looked at the strong man who was fighting with the gangsters, and suddenly remembered the previous Manhattan and the strong man's eyebrows, as if he had thought of something disgusting, and then immediately pulled his hand out of Manhattan's hand.

Then he kept wiping it on top of his clothes.

At this time, the man who shouted York before came over and looked at the wine sprinkled on the ground, and the man hurriedly explained: "Head, it's this tuberculosis dead who knocked over your oat wine just now, absolutely I didn't drink it, just look at the wine sprinkled on the ground." As he spoke, York punched Manhattan.

York's punch didn't hurt it, but it just gave Manhattan a smooth breath.

"Hiccup~ cough cough, sir, don't do it yet. As soon as Manhattan's words fell, a thug over there slammed into Manhattan, causing Manhattan's bottle to fall in York's face.

Looking at the Manhattan York, he suddenly became angry, he was unlucky enough, he didn't have money to drink today, not to mention, he was kind enough to help this tuberculosis ghost get lucky, and now he was beaten by him.

As he spoke, York beckoned directly to Manhattan's face.

After a while, two pairs of people caught each other in two places in the bar. The good deeds around them don't care, and the Blackstone dwarves don't care, their principle has always been that as long as you lose money, it doesn't matter if you smash the hotel.

At the time of a glass of oatmeal, the drunken captain didn't know when he also got involved, and was fattening Manhattan with York. Eventually, York, along with the captain, carried Manhattan into an alley in the backstreet.

The two of them carried Manhattan to a puddle of water, and counted them together: "One... Two... Three..."Then Manhattan took a muddy bath.

As soon as Manhattan got up, he saw the thug next to him, and the thug said dizzily, "Hey, buddy, hello." Without saying a word, Manhattan punched the thug in the face.

Then he hurriedly shouted to the two Yorks, who were about to go away, "Hey, sir, wait, I have something to look for you." ”

"Boy, do you still want to taste your fists?" said Yorke to Manhattan.

"No, sir, I have information about the person who has a bounty, really, I don't lie to you. With that, Manhattan pulled out a piece of paper from his bosom, which was already soaked and blurred.

York and the captain glanced at each other, and then walked over, York dragged it over, and then looked carefully, it was indeed the captain who put it on the bulletin board with his own hands, and the paste behind it was still made by himself, although he didn't recognize the paste.