The man's muscles bulged all over his body, and his dark skin revealed a slight redness. Probably drunk high, and with a wave of force, the glass fell to the ground and splashed a little residual ale.

As if venting his anger that he had nowhere to release, the man after smashing the wine glass was still dissatisfied, and stepped on the wine glass fiercely, as if he had broken the wine glass and shattered the dignity of this group of adventurers who were complacent for some merit.

As expected, the man fell, and the party, which had been interrupted by the man's roar and became silent, boiled instantly. The adventurers who surrounded the man pointed at the man and laughed, laughing at his drunken embarrassment.

The "Darko" man slipped and fell to the ground, crying with sadness and nostalgia, as if he was crying goodbye to his friend who would never return.

Sean touched his nose to wonder if he had done something wrong.

But what could I do at that time?

If he had such an awareness, Sean would not have taken the road of escape, and simply let the big man named Brother Kill kill the good of the gods.

The person standing on the makeshift platform looked at the shrew-like man on the ground embarrassedly, the corners of his mouth twitched, shouldn't tonight be a celebration with a lot of publicity, and this cry will become a memorial party.

It was not a problem to stand on the stage in a daze, he walked down, and simply comforted the good man first. It's just that I miss Lothar a little, and if Lothar is here, the man won't dare to lose his temper by going crazy with alcohol.

"Hank," he said, holding down the man's waving hands, looking at him earnestly, "Darko hasn't come back, everyone here is worried about him, and everyone here is as sad as you. ”

"Sad" Hank grabbed Kasa, not caring about tears and snot mixed together, a good and upright man cried like a widowed little daughter-in-law when she was newly married.

Casa frowned, Hank's strength was much greater than that of the little daughter-in-law, and he wanted to comfort him, at least not to let him cry all the time, otherwise when those people came back, they would not have their own good fruit to eat.

Unexpectedly, Casa slapped Hank's hand away because he was too strong, which made Hank feel even more aggrieved.

Touching his snot, Hank stood up, like a bear standing in front of Casa, and pointed at Kassa, "It's all you, why don't you go to him if you haven't come back for so long, and you have to go to set a trap, can the trap be replaced by Darko?"

Kasa nudges Hank hard and warns him not to talk nonsense, but he doesn't think that Kasa carelessly forgets the rules of the Mysteryland. Hank was pushed by him, but Kasa was immediately pushed away by some mysterious force, and he slid dozens of meters with his face on the ground before stopping.

Kassa's sudden disappearance made Hank stunned for a while, but there was no trace of Kassa.

"And you, you, you and you"

So, one by one, Hank pointed at the people present, and cursed everyone with sharp words.

Even the tavern owner and Braunie who were standing on the periphery were so angry that Brauney just wanted the bald drunkard to taste his iron fist, but the boss stopped her.

Of course, the adventurers couldn't swallow this anger, and when they talked about their sleeves, they wanted to give the drunkard a good look, but when they thought of the rules of fucking in the mysterious place, they had to glare at him angrily and spit on him a few more words.

It wasn't until they saw that Hank, who was pointing at one adventurer after another and scolding, suddenly calmed down, that they were relieved, and it seemed that the drunkard was completely drunk. That's good, since you drink too much, why talk so much nonsense, wouldn't it be good to just go to sleep.

What they don't know is that Hank isn't confused by drunkenness. Instead, he pointed and found one he didn't see

People who have passed by, people whose whole bodies are wrapped in strips of cloth, and whose faces cannot be seen clearly.

Rubbing his head, Hank shook his head and looked at the "mummy" carefully, keeping a clear memory of who this person was.

"Who are you?"

Hank staggered over to Sean and asked loudly that he should be sure he had seen this man for the first time.

The tavern keeper stood between Sean and Hank, his voice was low, but his tone was very firm: "Hank, you are drunk, you should find a place to rest now, don't want to trouble my teammates"

With a light fist, the boss immediately drew the small hammer, and the light lit up.

It seems that the boss is determined to move seriously, even if there is a rule that the mysterious place hurts his own personnel, the damage will be returned five times, and the boss doesn't want to keep his hands.

Sean wanted to take advantage of everyone's attention to focus on the boss and Hank, and give Hank a shot to make him faint. When the time comes, you can pretend to be punished by the mysterious place, and the people here should not be able to see through your own body, and then you can ask the boss to take you away under the pretense of being injured.

Brauney grabbed Sean's hand and shook her head, as if she had seen through Sean's thoughts.

"Trust him, believe in this man."

Sean:

For the first time, Brawney's hands were so strong, and Sean was worried about the confrontation between the boss and Hank, while reluctant to leave the gentle hands.

The tavern owner felt that he was a little careless, and it was clear that Hank had gone to find out Darko's whereabouts, so why did he come back tonight. Some regretted taking Sean to the bonfire party, thinking that after reuniting with Sean, I could bring him to relax for a while, but I didn't expect to run into big trouble.

Hank's face was crying, revealing a sneer at the clue. It wasn't Hank, though he was strong and confident in his martial arts, but he knew the names and looks of the fifty men in the camp, and when they came to the Mystic Land on their first day, under the joint guidance of Erwin and Lothar, he had met them all, and remembered their names fondly.

He is most proud not of his prowess, but of his proud memory, which he remembers. Even though he was bald because of it, he still cited this incident as the proudest thing in his life.

"Get out of the way, that guy," Hank said, pointing at Sean, tilting his nostrils back and "coolly", "that guy isn't from our camp"

"He's my player, just a teammate, Hank, you're drinking too much."

"Your team counts the woman over there, Braunie, the woman named Brauney, and the rest of the witch from the countryside and Erwyn, one of the five strongest men in the camp. Well, and that silver-haired woman, I remember, was named Michelia, Oliver, François, Gérard, Andrea del Sato, Martin, Van Hannah Memling. There are only five of them, so you can't have one more person in your team, and the woman named Brauney gave birth to your child."

Many of the adventurers laughed and encouraged Hank to say more. They were greedy but didn't dare to make a move against Brauny, who knew that this woman with excellent recovery skills was so good at melee combat. From time to time, someone's eyes glanced back and forth between the boss and Braunie, revealing an expression that a man understands.

The boss didn't want to answer, and the Storm Fist appeared in front of him. A big fist on the tip of Hank's nose, "Take back your words, damn stupid pig"

Insult him, he doesn't care. But not the staff of his tavern.

Now it's Sean's turn to grab Braunie, usually in the tavern, if anyone dares to talk about Braunie, it will be the one hundred and twenty-fifth camp star, like his one hundred and twenty-four predecessors, it has become a meteor that pierces the night sky of the camp.

Struggling withinwardly, Sean misses this time of idleness and spending time with the taverns, but he wants to teach this open-mouthed guy a good lesson, and it is better to give him to Trixis so that he can experience the training of the night elves.

If it weren't for Sean's fear that revealing his identity would cause unnecessary trouble to his boss and Brauney, he would have let go of this bald man a long time ago.

"No, no, no," Hank became more and more agitated as the crowd coaxed him, "If you don't explain it clearly, I'll never take back my words, do you really have a leg with your tavern waiter?"

"Of course, looking at her spring face, it must be yes."

Before the boss could reply, the people around him were already making lewd moves, for fear that things would not be big enough.

But even if it is a mouthful, without a direct attack, no one will lose anything. After all, it is ineffective to hit lightly, and if it is heavy, you have to weigh whether you can withstand the blow.

"Storm Fist"

The tavern owner plans to hit Hank directly without talking nonsense, and even if someone asks, he has plenty of time to contact the witcher disguised as Sean.

He was ready to take on the five-fold impact of the Storm Fist, and the boss gritted his teeth and swung the small hammer in his hand.

The huge fist conjured by the magic followed the boss's movements and crashed into Hank.

The fist wind pressed on Hank, and Hank, who was half drunk, realized that the boss was real, and risked his life to seek justice for his employees.

With a sip, Hank could only resist the power of the Storm Fist with all his might, and he used his confidence to survive, and when the time came, the tavern owner would be a dead body.

The Colosseum

When it was too late, the Colosseum appeared, blocking the huge fist.

"Something Happened"

Erwin arrived, but he didn't expect that tonight's gathering to summarize the receipt and exchange of news turned out to be an all-martial arts.

And that huge fist is the move of his teammates.

Seeing that Erwin arrived, the people around him did not have that image of flirting and talking, and honestly told Erwin what happened.

"He's my teammate, you guys have opinions"

Knowing that all the causes were Hank's questioning of Sean's origin, Erwin had no choice but to suppress the matter and go back to discuss a solution.

If it weren't for his four teammates to confirm Sean's identity, he would have thought that Sean was a humanoid enemy and killed him when he saw the red light coming out of Sean's body for the first time.

In the face of Erwin's strong suppression, even if there is an opinion, the adventurers dare not speak out.

Erwin could kill them effortlessly, and the five-fold damage he received was simply no harm to Erwin with the Colosseum's defenses.

Hank gritted his teeth, his instincts telling him that there was definitely something wrong with that "mummy".

Glancing behind Sean, the corners of Hank's mouth turned up.

At this time, after seeing Erwin come to the rescue, the three Sean were also relieved. With the name of one of the five strongest people in the camp here, they were able to leave without hindrance.

Brauney stood in front of her boss angrily, complaining about his irrationality.

The boss could only laugh, his blood pressure was rising, and he couldn't hold it.

Sean watched Brauny, who was an employee, reprimand the boss for his frustration, feeling like he was back in Peter's Good Times Tavern, and it would have been better if it hadn't been for the devil's devil training.

Tear pull

The strip of cloth that Sean wrapped around his body was cut in half and fell to the ground.

For a while, in the area where the green light gathered, the red light was very dazzling.