Adams leaned against the door with his Mithril dagger in hand, ready to teach the first intruder a profound lesson, and he remembered with some nostalgia the good old days, which he had learned from Jim on the way to Taril City.

However, before the street splashes could rush into the tavern, another tall man appeared at the other end of the long street.

The man's shoulders were against a life-length giant sword, his thick arms were as strong as steel, and he bared his snow-white teeth and smiled at the rabble, and the crowd was startled.

Immediately, the band of pimpies seemed to be sheep seeing lions, and they scattered and ran away in twos and threes.

Added in surprise, Adams turned back to the alchemist and asked, "Is that swordsman the one you hired to help?"

The alchemist wept and looked at Adams with an expression that was worse than eating bitter melon.

"That's the vulture, another bigger trouble. ”

The vulture sat on the wooden chair of the tavern, sweat dripping from his sturdy chest, reflecting a metallic sheen in the setting sun, and the swarthy steel sword stood straight on one side, leaving a deep cut on the floor.

Hilton carefully took out the best jar of rice wine and the only fresh meat left in the tavern and placed them in front of the man, and sat respectfully across from him without saying a word.

The vulture scooped a chicken leg from the tabletop and swallowed it into his stomach with the flesh and bones, and shouted at the alchemist with a wave of his greasy hand.

"From today onwards, we will take over the territory of Scarred, are you okay with it, Hilton?"

Hilton nodded at the big man in front of him, "Of course, under your management, Bloody Hand Street will definitely be more prosperous." ”

......

Adams was indifferently enjoying milk and bread at another table, and Reina sat across from him with a worried expression.

"Hero-sama, I'm ......"

"Don't call me Hero, I'm called Adams," Adams interrupted the girl indistinctly.

Perhaps because the bread cube accidentally got into his trachea, he coughed violently, and Regina quickly took the milk and handed it over.

Drinking the fresh milk, Adams felt a lot better, he raised his eyebrows, and asked Reina, "What do you want to say?"

"Lord Hero, ah no, it's Lord Adams," Reina looked at the young man curiously, "Do you have a wife?"

Poof, the milk that had just entered his mouth gushed out of Adams' mouth again, and he looked at the little girl with a shocked expression. Could it be that he has overdrawn his energy overnight, and the old ones seem to be married?

Reina deftly dodged the oncoming milk fountain, and she looked at the large pool of white liquid on the table with regret, "Lord Adams, it's a shame to waste food, huh?"

"Reina, why do you think I'm married. Adams licked his lips awkwardly and asked curiously at the little girl.

"Because Dad just told me that the hero must be afraid that his wife will be jealous so he won't take us on the road, and Dad said that his wife is something that all men are afraid of, not only Dad is afraid of Mom. Regina looked at Adams with a serious face, "But I think Dad lied to me, and Mom is obviously not terrible at all." ”

This old thing is really not serious enough, this flamboyant tongue is really powerful, I don't know which strange woman can actually suppress him. Adams glanced speechlessly at Hilton in the distance. The other party is trembling and communicating something with the "vulture".

"Reyna, where's your mother?"

"Reina's mother is a court magician, and she was transferred back to the palace when Reina was a child", the girl bowed her head gloomily.

"Don't flirt with the two little ones, I have something to tell the young man. ”

Just as Adams wanted to comfort the girl, a gruff voice came from not far away. He turned his head and saw the "vulture" sitting in his chair looking back and forth at him.

"Listen to Hilton, it was you who defeated "Scar" and his two Dark Guards. The vulture" grinned, and he stood up and drew his exaggerated greatsword from the ground.

"So, I have a good thing to do with you," the vulture walked over slowly, the scratches of the great sword and the ground brought out traces of different shades.

"But what about it, and hearing is believing," the vulture raised his sword high, its heavy blade shimmering with a heavy matte glow in the light, "I still like to try your own tricks." ”

"Boom"

A whirlwind slash shattered wooden tables and chairs to pieces. The sound of broken pottery bowls between sawdust flying and crumbling came and went.

Adams put down Reina in her arms and glared angrily at the "vulture", the girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she finally couldn't hold back a cry in the crook of the young man's arm.

"Vulture, that's not what we agreed with," Hilton blushed, and in a panic he rushed to his daughter's side and pulled the crying girl into the kitchen.

Only Addams and the "vulture" armed with a greatsword were left in the room.

The vulture raised his hand hard, and a second sword wind blew on the young man's face, blowing the boy's hair in a scattered manner, and he rolled to the left sharply, dodging the blow.

"I'm not interested in cooperating with you, you'd better stop", a nameless anger rose in Adams's heart, he had never taken the initiative to cause trouble since coming to this chaotic place, but trouble came to him one by one.

The vulture was unaware of the young man's words, and he strode forward, the muscles in his arms shaking rapidly. A faint halo bloomed on his arm, and the third sword slash met Adams with unrivaled power and speed.

"Bang", a loud clash of gold and iron exploded in the room, and a figure slammed into the wall, and heavy dust fell down the wall.

"Ahem," Adams' figure emerged from the smoke, he covered his mouth and coughed heavily.

"But then, Hilton, are you sure he really took out the "Rotten Scar" them easily?", "The Vulture slowly walked up to the boy against his terrifying sword, and grabbed Adams by the collar with his stout left hand.

"A thief would dare to go toe-to-toe with a full-fledged warrior who has developed a fighting spirit, I don't think you're very good at it. ”