They saw Brun and his party come to the table and chair, and the conversation was brief, and in a short time they were walking to the crowd. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although they couldn't see it clearly because of the distance, they could see that Bren and his party seemed to be queuing, and there were a few people lined up in front of them.

When Arthur and the others came to the table and chair, they saw the man sitting in the chair, leaning back in the chair, with his hands on his back, his feet on the table, and sleeping with his eyes closed.

Looking at the man sleeping lazily, Arthur couldn't help but wonder in his heart, this is the strongest mercenary group in the kingdom?

"Hello. Werther offered to say hello.

But the man didn't even open his eyes, and only said, "Go to the side and line up, and if you win, you can go up the mountain." ”

"Win the war?" Werther froze. He was about to expand his smile when Arthur stepped forward and said, "We are not here to join the group, we want to see the golden lion, I want to meet the golden lion." ”

The man opened his eyes slowly, slowly, to see the group of people standing in front of him, and then suddenly he looked up and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Seriously, yes, it's pretty good. The man continued to look at Arthur like a joke, "It's been years since you've dragged you like a world-to-heart ghost." ”

The man pointed to the crowd not far away: "So, drag like a little ghost who is going to overturn the world, please move your ass over there, win the person in the middle of the crowd, and then continue to do what you want." ”

Arthur saw the man show an inferior smirk, then turned his head, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, and deliberately spat out a mouthful of saliva.

Thankfully, Werther's hand was fast enough, otherwise Arthur would have kicked the table over.

As Werther pressed Arthur's raised thighs down little by little, the man closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

They had to look at the place about fifty meters apart, where Bren was gone, and the people in the queue before were either covering their faces or covering somewhere on their bodies, and walked down in despair.

Arthur glared at the man who was napping and said viciously, "What's so great about a golden lion, seeing him have to pass the test first?"

Witt kindly regretted that he had only pressed Arthur's leg and not his mouth.

When the man opened his eyes again, revealing a completely different fierce look from before, Witt leaned into Arthur's ear and whispered, "It's not that it's okay, I'm responsible for moving my mouth when the situation is wrong." ”

Arthur raised his elbow and lifted his cloak, deliberately revealing the hilt of his sword in front of the man's eyes: "But I also have the right to do it." ”

The man slowly propped up his body, and at the same time said in a low tone: "Even if you are a prince and minister, if you want to see the golden lion, you can't see it if you want to, you think you can the little ghost who can overturn the world, who do you think you are?"

Just as Werther stopped Arthur from speaking, let alone near the table, the group came down from the top of the hill, and the man's expression changed immediately when he saw them.

There were nearly ten people in this group, some old and some young, some one-eyed, some with broken arms, they came to the table, and each of them shook hands with the man, and after shaking hands, the man opened the wooden box on the table, took out a money bag full of gold coins, and handed it to the other party.

At the same time, the man said: "May we see each other again." ”

The expressions of those people were different, but they all responded with the same words: "May we see each other again." ”

After saying goodbye to the last man, the man closed the wooden box, looked at their departing backs, and sighed deeply.

After a few seconds, the man suddenly remembered Arthur, but after passing the group just now, his eyes on Arthur changed again, although it was still gloomy, but it was less ruthless, and there were some other complicated emotions.

He picked up the flask on the table, bit off the cork, took a sip of wine, and said: "If you have the strength that matches your attitude, then any problem can be solved, after all, this is a mercenary group, everything speaks with strength." ”

He pointed to the crowd.

Witt tapped Arthur on the shoulder and pushed him towards the crowd, Arthur was a little reluctant at first, but soon he saw that Jamie, Joey, and Bing, the three children, were helping Brun out of the crowd, who could no longer straighten up and had blood on his mouth.

Naine rushed forward, took out a handkerchief and wiped Bren's blood, and asked him about his injuries and wanted to treat him.

Old Brun shook his head and said sadly, "I know I'm no longer young, but I've never thought about what I'm going to do? I'm old, what should I do?"

Naine looked at Arthur.

Arthur frowned, and quickly squeezed into the crowd, only then did he see that the people around him were young people, and in the center of the crowd was a circle made of mud, and in this circle less than ten meters in diameter, Bucktooth Billy was bending over, dodging the attack of a short and fat boy who was seventeen or eighteen years old.

The boy's face was fleshy, and his eyes turned into a slit when he laughed, even when he was attacking Bucktooth Billy, the boy was still grinning, but his axe was really chopping, although he was short and fat, and his stomach was straight, his movements were not stupid, and when he suddenly moved and attacked, his round jaw and the white flesh that connected his neck would tremble.

The boy is fast, but Bucktooth Billy is not slow. Seeing what this little chubby dun had done to Old Blen, Bucktooth Billy's nervous ugly face was full of anger. He made a quicker movement than he thought he could, and when the man's axe came again, he dodged it by tumbling, and dodged the attack by crawling and running, and then he drew his rope, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw the stone at the boy in the same way he used to hit rabbits.

But the boy easily opened the stone with an axe.

Bucktooth Billy was dumbfounded, it was the only attack he could think of.

The boy saw Bucktooth Billy kneeling on the ground, clapping his axe towards him, and the white flesh on his chin and neck trembled as he went.

"Isn't that a move, Bucktooth?" the boy smiled as he approached Bucktooth Billy and raised his axe.

The people around him let out a mocking shout.

"Give him the final blow, Desmond!"

"Give him a taste of your awesome Dyce!"

"Hey, don't end it so soon! It's just afternoon!"

"It's okay, there are still people in the back, and today's fun is not over. ”

"How about knocking his buckteeth off, Dyce!?

"yes! Give him a slap in the face!"

"Knock out his buckteeth, and he can suck it well!"

"Desmond!

Still grinning, the boy looked at Billy Bucktooth: "You have to show something, sir, or I can't stop attacking." ”

The moment the axe fell, Arthur shouted, "Go around his back and hit him in the back!

Bucktooth Billy's whole body trembled at the shout, and like a soldier simply obeying the orders of his superiors, he suddenly threw himself to the ground to avoid the axe, and at the same time grabbed the stone on the ground, put the rope on it, and threw it back, because the stone was too close and did not add much force, but still accurately hit the boy's round back.

The crowd fell silent all at once.