The next morning, Natelya packed up her things and put on her cloak. After making sure she wasn't missing anything, she put on her hood.

Going downstairs, she put the key on the counter and indicated to check out. The waiter was still the same waiter as yesterday, and when he saw Naterya, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Are our guests still happy with our rooms?"

He didn't do this because of the other party's appearance, this level of stunning beauty was not something that a nameless boy like him could climb, and the waiter was very self-aware. He did this because of the generosity of the other party's shot. Last night's gold coin was definitely a lot to pay for the room, and as long as he found it, the extra part could be swallowed by himself. This is a gold owner!

Even if the average person has a request for their own accommodation, but when they go out, there is not much difference between taverns and inns, so as long as it is clean and quiet, almost no one will be willing to spend a gold Nayat coin to stay, and it is only for one night. Those who can be so generous are not ordinary people. And this kind of person, usually speaking, as long as they do enough to do it well, they will not be stingy and give themselves some rewards. Once, a guest rewarded him with a gold coin!

That's a gold coin! I had to work for three months to almost make that much money! But people threw it to themselves.

Since then, he has been clear about the gap between people, and people like himself who have neither background, nor strength nor talent are so ordinary that they can't be more ordinary, and if there is no opportunity, don't be delusional and soar to the sky. Although this is a little quieter, money is the most real, and you can't get along with anyone and can't get along with money.

Just as he was about to say something, the tavern's waist door was pushed open. The waiter cast his gaze, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

A burly, bald man appeared at the door of the tavern. He was so large that he had to bend over to get in through the tavern door. The strong man is naked, wearing old woolen pants made of animal skin, and a string of sharp animal teeth hanging from his neck, although he can't see any monster teeth from the waiter's eyes, but judging from that specification, it will definitely not be a docile monster, and with the hideous scar on the bald man's face, it gives people a feeling of evil.

Sensing the change in the waiter's face, Natrya turned her head just in time to see the strong man dragging his nearly human-tall broadsword through the tavern door, the iron rings on the knife rattling with his movements.

And when the strong man entered, a small and thin man of stature also came in, wearing a wide-brimmed hat to hide his face, with his shoulders bent and his hands hanging in front of him, if he were wearing a layer of gray-brown fur, Natelya would probably think he was a demon monkey in the foothills of the northeast.

This duo is quite weird, just for this height, it will definitely attract a lot of attention anywhere, some people may be afraid of the face of a strong man, and some people may laugh at the shape of a small man, but this has nothing to do with Naterya. She had to go to the western capital of Galingbon, and if she could get a carriage or keep up with the caravan, she should be able to arrive before noon. Anyway, now that the room key has been returned, there's nothing to do with her here.

Thinking of this, Naterya did not stay at the front desk and walked straight to the door of the tavern.

As she passed by the pair, Natelya noticed the shorter man's probing gaze, which she quickly retracted, and she didn't care. Anyway, the two of them just don't waste their time.

Walking to the door, Natelya took out the map, discerned the direction, and put it away. There was a shrill question and the waiter's voice coming from behind, and I guess the two were asking the waiter something. There are not many questions that ordinary people can ask when they come to the tavern, either the price of the wine or the price of the room, and only people like Natelya, who are not short of money, will throw a gold coin to check in without asking the price.

As for whether it will be slaughtered?

So what? As long as they don't bother themselves. Even if she came, she was not afraid.

Silently making a plan in her mind, Natelya took a step. However, before she could take a few steps, a sound of breaking wind came from behind her.

Tut...

Deftly dodging the swift blade, Natleya turned and stared coldly at the tavern door.

A figure slowly appeared, it was the little man who looked like a demon monkey. I saw him leaning against the door, playing with the knife in his hand, and said with a shrill voice:

"Oops, I almost got you running away, didn't I? Juggernaut-sama. ”

...

Putting the blade back into its sheath, Natrya pulled a purse from the little man, and threw it towards the broken door of the tavern.

Smack-

As soon as the waiter hiding under the counter poked his head out, he was so frightened that he slammed into the wine cabinet behind him by the money bag that was accurately smashed on the counter. A few bottles of wine swayed under the impact, and if he hadn't found it and held it steady in time, it was estimated that it would have been broken. In the corner not far from him was a middle-aged man, the owner of the tavern, who ran out of the room as soon as he heard the fight. He is also a bit of strength himself, and the silver level can suppress most of the troubles in this town.

But today, the trouble in his tavern is obviously not a simple thing.

He saw with his own eyes that the strong man who was nearly two meters old brandished a big knife and slashed down, directly lifting a large piece of the floor. Then, he had been hiding in a corner and praying to the Slyer Saint.

At the end of the battle, he also noticed, and just as he wanted to go out to investigate, a dark shadow flew in from outside, and he was so frightened that he hid back again. After realizing that it was a money bag, he mustered up the courage and stepped out of the corner to check the loss.

Fortunately, apart from a few tables and chairs being thrown out, and the door being broken by the strong man, there was no major loss.

He was already prepared not to get compensation, the other party's strength was so strong, it was definitely looking for death to go up to ask for it, but who would have thought that the woman threw the money bag in without saying a word. He had just checked it, and there were a dozen Nayat gold coins inside, as well as a few silver coins, enough for him to repair, and there were quite a few left.

This made him very happy, but he didn't expect that not only did he not lose, but he also made a lot of money.

As for the damaged streets outside and the big and small duo lying on the road, when the law enforcement team comes, they will naturally seek compensation from them, so don't mix it up blindly.

However, that woman is so beautiful, I don't know if there will be a chance to see it.

Looking at the graceful figure that disappeared around the corner, some legends about the Sword Master somehow floated in the boss's mind. Then he snorted.

Forget it, it's better not to have this opportunity.