There was silence in the lobby of the tavern.

None of the onlookers, the tavern guests, the waiters, and the tavern keeper Rovren uttered a word of applause, as if someone had been choked by the neck—the crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace made the stone bricks red, and the air was warm, but all of them felt only a chill from the soles of their feet.

Just a sword.

Someone in the tavern recognized Mr. Rovron, as well as the one who had fallen to the ground, the leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, Ginod, a veteran professional mercenary with a high level of strength, and a reputation among the Bulma Mercenary Guild in Lazis.

However, he lost so easily under the young man's sword.

Jianhao? Almost everyone present had affirmed this fact in their hearts - the young man's strength level was not revealed, but with that sword alone, some guests who were familiar with martial arts began to recall: the young man's shot just now didn't seem to be able to see any school of swordsmanship.

It's like the kingdom's military swordsmanship, and it's a bit like the assassination skills of a bounty hunter, but this young man has a restrained temperament at this time, and he looks like a knight - Gross has put his sword back into the sheath, and he looks at the mage lady in front of him, and in just a few seconds, it seems that he has spent a long time.

He smiled, and his smile was clean. Doesn't look like a bad guy on the look, just a sunny big boy next door - Oliver seems to have noticed some changes in Gross, but the specifics are hard to find the right words to describe.

"Alright, we're here to stay."

Gross said to the waiter, who turned his head to look at the tavern owner, Mr. Rovron, who was stroking his mop-like brown-red beard, and he was stunned for a moment, but quickly came back to his senses.

"Welcome, welcome."

In addition to Jianhao's identity, the other party is also a guest of the tavern - in essence, as a businessman, Rovren has no reason to refuse business. He had a very respectful smile on his face, and even personally served Gross and his party, taking them up to the rooms above the stairs and settling them down.

It was only then that the noisy atmosphere in the tavern gradually resumed, and the guests sat at one side of the table, continuing to enjoy the ale and food. And where this young man belonged to the sacredness suddenly became a hot topic of discussion among them at the moment.

"Commander?"

The mercenary Leo picked up Ginod from the floor, and he handed over a clean cloth towel - a light sword mark had been left on the thin skin of his throat, and the original bright red blood had now dried up and dimmed.

Taking the cloth towel and wiping it gently, Ginnod couldn't help but think back to the sword just now, and his heart was still shocked: if the blue light blade advanced one more point, his life would have to be confessed.

Such a terrible swordsmanship -

He found that the confidence he had in his own strength was like a joke. There is a proverb in the kingdom, "There is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the people", and he met this strange and unknown young man today, and he realized that this statement was true.

By the way, the name?

The young man's name. He couldn't help but be curious, and the mercenary Leo helped him back to his seat, and there was some steaming food on the long table—after pouring a full glass of ale from the flask, he tilted his head and poured it down, only then did he feel a little calmer.

Perhaps, his old buddy, Rovren, was also frightened.

He thought silently. At the moment, most of the guests in the tavern were discussing this matter in his ears, and when they saw his glancing gaze, they all lowered their voices or silenced.

The loser has no sympathy and will only be ridiculed. However, because his identity quickly spread among the people, there was no cynicism from the unscrupulous guy - although Ginnod seemed vulnerable to the young man, his good mercenary reputation and high-ranking strength were enough for most people to look up to.

After about ten minutes, the tavernkeeper, Rovron, finally came down the stairs, and seeing that his old friend Ginod was safe, he strode over—almost the same motion, and he poured a large sip of ale.

"What do you see?"

Ginnod asked his old friend beside him.

"The long sword."

Lovren slowly swallowed the wine in his throat little by little, the cold feeling moistened his somewhat dry throat, he paused, and continued, "Seth told me something just now, and I went to the stable at the back. ”

Seth, a waiter at the Shepherd's Ocarina, had been working there for five years, and had earned the trust of his boss, Mr. Rovren—and it was this unremarkable young man who had taken the young man and his companions to the stables to settle the horses.

"I noticed that the longsword is a remarkable item."

Rovren glanced at the guests beside him, and he said in an uninhibited voice, "And their horses, Legion War Horses. ”

"So, they're all in the military? That young man or a great big man? ”

Ginnod confirmed his previous speculation even more. In this way, the question of the young man's lack of fame makes sense—except in war or some other special case, when men in the army seldom act in front of outsiders, and he and Rovren are understandably impressed by the lack of relevant characters.

"I think it should be."

Rovren said in a deep voice. He touched his glasses with his old friend, and after taking another sip of ale, he noticed the mercenary Leo and the unconscious fellow - poor Mavey's legs were still twitching slightly from time to time, and he knew if he would have any unspeakable after-effects from that stick.

"This restless bastard."

Ginnod frowned and said, although the words were mostly curses, but the meaning of the fist to protect could be heard with one ear-

The mercenary Ma Wei's actions are uninhibited and unruly, but in essence, he is uninhibited, and even the leader of the clawed mercenary group with him suffered a big loss in front of people, and even almost lost his life.

However, as a well-known and unscrupulous mercenary leader, Ginod did not have any thoughts of seeking revenge at this time - it is not uncommon for mercenaries to clash with people, and if he cares about everything, he may not even have time to earn Rael for tasks.

What's more, he secretly thought about the comparison of his strength with that young man—although there was an element of his carelessness, the young man's identity as a swordsman was basically undoubted.

"By the way, Rovren, did you see that little girl?"

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PS: There are a lot of things on Monday, and the update is late. There will be a change later.