Two burly men walked out of the alley of low houses one after the other, and walked towards a carriage parked at the entrance of the alley, one of them still carrying a sack on his shoulders - there was no need for any reasoning, and at the same time as he saw this scene, Rhaegar already understood what had happened: it was clear that these were two criminals who specialized in human trafficking, perhaps on the fly, perhaps premeditated, in short, Kylor was their target this time, and there was no doubt that the girl must have been knocked unconscious and put in a sack at the moment.

It wasn't even a warm-up for Rhaegar to deal with the two villains, and when he rushed in front of them at the speed of the wind and gently knocked them to the ground, the latter didn't even react until the sharp pain in their jaws and bouts of vertigo came, and they didn't realize what was happening.

"Listen, stay away from her!" Rhaegar roared like all the brave, his voice almost bursting the eardrums of the two scoundrels, "If I find you near her again, even if it's just a hundred meters away, I'll not hesitate to break your legs!"

Seeing the two scoundrels depart with their farts pouring out, Rhaegar leans down and unties the sack, freeing Kylor who is trapped inside.

"Thank you," Kylor's face flushed with excitement, and the nervousness she felt when she saw Rhaegar was gone, "I know it's you, and you're going to come to my rescue." Her eyes flashed with something indescribable, "You defeated both of them yourself!"

Rhaegar didn't respond to Kylor's enthusiasm, he just nodded coldly, then stood up and walked to his cabin.

Rhaegar was well aware of Kylor's thoughts, and the mage he possessed was undoubtedly very attractive: tall, handsome, and cultured, such a young man was obviously very attractive to a girl who grew up in the slums and the docks and was accustomed to seeing rough men, but as an undead, there was almost no such word as love in Rhaeggar's dictionary, not to mention that he was now hiding from a powerful opponent.

"That might be the best ending," Rhaegar thought, "at least, she won't come back to haunt me." He walked into the hut and closed the door with him, leaving out the girl who was still mourning his first love, which had ended before it began.

Rhaegar walked down the street, taking a closer look at the city he had lived in for nearly half a year but had hardly ever visited.

After the Bonoor River entered a freeze period of about a month, the traffic at the docks plummeted, and Rhaegar's shop entered the off-season, but at the same time, this is also the time of their annual settlement, as one of the few people who can write and calculate, after nearly half a year of observation, Rhaegar has been fully trusted and reused by the boss - this is the first time he has been sent out to collect arrears independently.

Obviously, Rhaeggar's observation of the scene along the way was seen by some as a sign of unseen behavior, for whom such an almost dirty young man was obviously a good prey, and a tall and lanky man brushed Rhaeggar's body, two fingers between the money bag around the latter's waist.

A large hand grabbed the tall and thin man the moment he touched the purse, and when the thief looked up in surprise, the first thing he saw was Rhaegara's emotionless eyes, followed by a fist that kept expanding.

The tall and thin man was not alone, and at the same time that his body flew off the ground and fell hard, several people had already quickly surrounded Rhaegar in the middle, and those who had been near Rhaegar ran in under a second, and then re-encircled a hundred meters away from the possible battlefield, ready to enjoy a battle.

"You've got a lot of strength," said a guy who was even a head taller than Rhaegar's current body, weighing at least two as much as him, his golden front teeth glinting, "but that's not enough, no one can afford to bully old Wessen without paying the price." ”

Rhaegar had heard of the name, he was one of the bosses of the neighborhood, many brothels and casinos here were his sphere of influence, and there were many thieves who obeyed him, and he should be considered a leading figure in the bottom society of the docklands.

Rhaegar hesitated, not sure if he should make a move. The nature of the undead had made him think of his own safety above all else, but experience from memory had taught him that it was not wise to go against a snake in such a place when he was not strong enough.

"I don't want hot trouble," Rhaegar said calmly, "please get out of the way, it's good for all of us." ”

His words were met with a burst of laughter from a few scoundrels.

"So let's see how good you are. The big man named Visson laughed, and his huge fist slammed into Rhaegar in the face by surprise.

But all he hit was air, and the knowledge of martial arts from memory was enough to put Rhaegar up against any good fighter, and the brute force scoundrel was no match for him, and before Vissen realized that his fist was missing, a blunt object was hard enough to hit him in the stomach - it was Rhaegar's fist, and the scoundrel bent over in pain.

Rhaegar didn't stay in place for the first blow, and when the two opponents behind him rushed up brandishing daggers, he had already knocked the other opponent unconscious and threw him behind him, and as the two dagger-wielding scoundrels scrambled to catch their companions, Rhaeggar's hammer-like fist had already struck them in the chest, and then, as the two scoundrels soared into the air, the geist manipulated his flesh to leap high and turn in the air, kicking his feet in the faces of the last two opponents almost in no particular order.

In the blink of an eye, six sturdy scoundrels had fallen to the ground, and the heavy blow had rendered the vast majority of them incapacitated, but the battle didn't end there.

"Poor little one," Visen's huge frame staggered to his feet—we have to admit that, as a boss, at least in terms of his ability to resist blows, this bully was far better than his men—he gasped viciously at the opponent who had knocked him down and disgraced him, "You only have what you can do? It's not enough to defeat Old Wesson." He suddenly tore open his shirt and took out something about a meter long like a stick from his arms.

Two cold flashes flashed in Rhaeggar's eyes, and he already knew a lot about magic, and he recognized at a glance what Visen was holding in his hand - it was a staff of magic storage.

There is another chapter after four o'clock in the afternoon.

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