In the center of the open-air patio on the first floor of the small building, a little old man in a dirty leather jacket with an obscene appearance was sitting on a wooden chair with his legs crossed, holding a wine jug in his right hand and a wine glass in his left hand.

Within reach of the little old man, there was a small low table, on which was placed a cyan porcelain plate, and in the porcelain plate was a fat roast chicken that had been half gnawed.

At the feet of the little old man, he ate the leftover chicken bones scattered all over the place.

"Hey, it's an orc!" the little old man was slightly stunned when he saw the appearance of the sharp blade.

"I don't know if my predecessor called me in, what do you have to ask?" Sharp Blade stepped forward and saluted the little old man, and bowed very respectfully.

According to the proud character of the blade before his amnesia, even if the person standing in front of him is the strongest person in the world, the "Blue Sea Sword Saint" Leonardo, as long as it is his enemy, he would rather fight to the death than bow his eyebrows to the other party. But since he lost his memory, his personality has gradually changed, and he is no longer as strong and stubborn as before. Especially in the bandits' den, he has been in contact with all kinds of three religions and nine streams for a long time, he has learned to twist and turn, and he has also understood the truth that 'the situation is stronger than people', and he has also comprehended the golden mantra that the bandits believe in if they can't fight, and if they can't escape, they will surrender.

Although he has never met an opponent he can't beat since joining the 'Night Blade Leopard' bandit group, and it has been smooth sailing all the way, but as the saying goes, "there are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains".

And today is an example of this!

"Boy, what's your name?" the little old man was obviously satisfied with the blade's attitude, and his tone slowed down.

"My name is Scar!"

"Scar, is this your nickname or your real name?" said the little old man in astonishment.

"It's my real name!"

"Oh, is it?" said the little old man, smirkingly. After filling a glass of wine, he casually placed the flask on the table, held the wine glass in one hand, and slowly stood up from the chair.

Suddenly, his gaze at the blade shuddered. Blade immediately felt a cold air that was a little colder than the previous cold air rolling in, making him feel like falling into an ice cave, and all over his body, the white mist rose, and quickly condensed a large area of frost.

"Boy, before you entered the door just now, the old man had already warned you that you should be honest in answering the old man's question, and it would be self-inflicted if you played tricks. You have this obvious scar on the left side of your face, and you are called 'Scar' obviously because of it, which is clearly your nickname. The little old man said viciously.

Seeing that the little old man's face was not good, turning his face faster than turning a book, the sharp blade's heart tightened, and cold sweat flowed on his back, he had already felt the murderous aura of the little old man, and knew that he was a ruthless character, so he couldn't help but hurriedly shouted: "Seniors are merciful, Scar is really my name, my full name is Scar Wolf, as for why I call this name, it will be a long story......." ”

Blade's words obviously had some effect, and the cold qi exerted by the little old man on his body suddenly weakened a lot. The sharp blade took the opportunity to urge the fighting qi, and transported the fighting qi to the eight veins of the strange meridians in the body, turning it into a warm current, so that the blood that was almost coagulated due to the invasion of cold qi into the body recirculated and flowed, and regained vitality.

The little old man squinted his eyes, originally according to his meaning, he was going to directly use the cold ice fighting qi of his cultivation to freeze the orc in front of him into a popsicle, and then leave Maple Leaf Town. Anyway, I've been staying here for three days, and I still haven't found the person I'm looking for, so I guess that person is not around here, so I should go somewhere else to continue searching.

However, as one of today's peerless powerhouses, the little old man has a very criticized problem, that is, he likes gossip and likes to explore other people's privacy. And he doesn't distinguish between them, from dignitaries and dignitaries, celebrities, to peddlers, pawns, and wilderness grass people, he can treat them equally.

No, seeing that the orc in front of him had obtained such a vulgar name, and as a powerful ninth-level warrior, he had a hideous scar left behind by being injured by a sharp weapon on his face, and he didn't need to think about it to know that his life must have a wonderful story. The little old man's gossip heart was together, and he immediately became interested in the blade.

Then, the matter of turning the blade into a 'popsicle' naturally has to be put on hold for a while.

"Then tell me, why do you have this name, the old man has lived a long time, and the most important thing he lacks is patience, and he doesn't care about the length of the story. The little old man said coldly. Although his curiosity is now soaring, the expression on his face is invisible, and he maintains an unfathomable image of a master.

"Huh?" Blade was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the little old man to ask for the origin of his name inexplicably.

The sharp blade thought about it a few times, but he really couldn't guess whether the little old man's words were extraneous and hidden. In order to avoid a wrong answer, he was really cleaned up by the little old man, and the blade had to answer the little old man's question honestly.

After listening to the sharp blade's answer, the little old man said with a hint of disappointment on his face: "What? You have lost your previous memories and don't know where the scar on your face came from?

After the little old man asked these words like a cannonball, the sharp blade on the tip of his ear heard the little old man muttering clearly again: "It's boring, it's not exciting, there is no hot plot!"

“...... "The blade looked at the sky speechlessly.

"What is this little old man thinking? Is it so boring?" Blade held back his anger and despised the little old man very much. Unconsciously, the little old man's image of a master in his heart became a little weaker.

"I don't know the name of my predecessor, why did you come to my Maple Leaf Town this time?" Blade tried to find out the origin of the little old man. Hot e-books

As a result, the little old man's answer made him almost vomit blood.

"You and other country thieves, you also deserve to know the old man's name? The old man's name, the name of the four worlds, the voice moves in all directions, say it, I am afraid that I will scare you to death such a little thief who has never seen the world. After the little old man drank the glass of wine in his hand on his back, he looked up at the sky at an angle of forty-five degrees, and said lightly, showing the demeanor of a senior master.

The blade understands now, in addition to being a gossip addict, the little old man is still a narcissist.

Blade closed his mouth playfully and stopped asking.

"Hey, boy, why don't you continue to ask? How can a young man not have the intellectual spirit of 'breaking the casserole and asking to the end'?" Seeing that the blade was suddenly silent, the little old man who was looking at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle looked down at the blade, and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Senior, didn't you say that your reputation is too great, and we and other country thieves don't deserve to know your name?"

"Nonsense, the old man is just because his reputation is too big, his identity is detached, and you are a hillbilly thief who is not a grade person, as soon as you ask the old man's name, the old man answers truthfully, isn't the old man very faceless?"

Blade: "......".

"Senpai, so what the hell should I do?"

"Well, you should beg again and again, begging the old man to tell you the name! And the old man, for the sake of your sincerity, will be reluctant to tell you his name when the time comes!" the little old man stroked the gray beard under his chin, and said solemnly.

When the blade heard this, he immediately cried and laughed, and sighed in his heart: Where is this a living treasure?

However, Blade did want to find out the origin of the little old man, so he immediately complied with him, and kept 'begging' the little old man to tell him his name.

Seeing that the blade was so 'sincere', the little old man's heart was full of joy. Finally, after his vanity was greatly satisfied, he slowly spoke: "Boy, you hear clearly, the old man's name is Joseph Cage, thanks to the love of his friends in the rivers and lakes, he gave him a nickname called 'Glacier Sword Master'!"

After the little old man reported his name, he watched with satisfaction as the sharp blade's face changed drastically as he expected.

"Are you the Glacier Juggernaut?" Blade asked in disbelief.

When Blade lost his memory, he was at a loss for everything on the continent. However, during this period of time, through reading a lot of books and listening to other people's Haikan in the 'Nightblade Leopard' bandit group, he now knows nothing about his own past experience, and his understanding of influential people and things on the mainland is not much less than before he lost his memory.

The little old man named Joseph Cage in front of him is definitely a big man with great influence on the mainland.

Because he has a twelve-level fighting qi cultivation, he is ranked among the top ten sword saints on the continent, one of the saint-rank powerhouses on the continent who is admired by everyone, and he is also a golden saint-rank powerhouse who is at the top of the ranks of saint-level powerhouses.

Blade gasped, and only then did he realize that the arrogant words that the little old man said just now were quite modest. He is a ninth-level warrior, and it stands to reason that he can be regarded as the number one person wherever he puts it, but if he puts it in his eyes, it is indeed not much different from an ant. Although the level gap between a ninth-level warrior and a tenth-level Saint-rank powerhouse was only one level difference, the difference in strength was a world apart, let alone compared to a twelfth-level Saint-rank powerhouse.

On the mainland, every Saint-Rank powerhouse is a legend, and the Golden Saint-Rank powerhouse is a legend within a legend.

Seeing such a legendary figure suddenly appear in front of him, Blade felt a little dazed, quite unreal.

The little old man seemed to enjoy the feeling that his name was reported and the other party was shocked. When he saw that the blade was so shocked by his name that he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, his heart was even more happy. He put down the wine glass in his hand, reached out and tore a chicken leg from the roast chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it in a big gulp, his face full of pride.

After the sharp blade calmed down from the shock, he asked calmly: "You are always a glacier sword saint, so we bandits will not fall into your old eyes, I don't know why you came to this maple leaf town, and deliberately provoked the conflict between our bandit group and your old man?"

Joseph snorted coldly, and said with a righteous face: "The old man, as a hero in the world, has walked the rivers and lakes all his life, and has taken it as his responsibility to hoe the strong and help the weak, and eliminate violence and peace. ”

Blade's face twitched. Although Joseph's words were high-sounding and righteous, the blade was deeply skeptical. Because according to the rumors and descriptions of this glacier sword master on the mainland, his style of acting has always been both good and evil, all based on his own likes and dislikes, and in any case, he is absolutely incompatible with the word 'hero'.

Soon, however, Blade's doubts were gone, and he realized Joseph's true purpose for coming to Maple Leaf Town.

For Joseph asked him if he had seen a man.

It turns out that Joseph is here to find someone, and he suspects that the person he is looking for is hiding in Maple Leaf Town.

As for the later Joseph deliberately provoked the conflict with the 'Nightblade Leopard' bandits in Maple Leaf Town, it was because he wanted to cause chaos in Maple Leaf Town and fish in troubled waters to see if he could make someone who might be hiding in Maple Leaf Town show his feet.