After many days of getting along, Miss Mage Lady's Ladya has become a friend to the people around her. When she saw the strange man do it, she immediately became angry - and the consequence of her anger was to turn her anger into action.

There is no doubt that even if the staff is used as a stick, the lethality should not be underestimated—the vital plus the critical hit, at least half of the life of the young man dressed as a mercenary has been lost.

However, when the bandit leader Gross appeared, he took it all on his own—Oliver and Scott were picking up their companion who was lying on the floor, while Gross stared at the man who had taken over the mercenary Mavi.

The warm air in the hall of the tavern seemed to cool down suddenly.

"Brawling in the tavern has broken the rules here."

Another man with a brownish-red beard glanced at this side and said lightly. His eyes were bright and sharp, and it seemed that it was difficult to tell his true age, and he took a step towards Gross, and there was a faint momentum like a mountain.

"Mr. Rovren."

The waiters shouted softly, they were afraid that they would be punished for such a thing in the tavern—Mr. Rovren did not appear in the tavern very often, but he had great prestige in the eyes of these waiters. It is said that Mr. Rovren is not only a veteran mercenary with outstanding martial arts, but also maintains close contacts with many forces and organizations.

Rovren stood here, flanked by the leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, Ginod, who had rushed to the Cyan Hill to complete a mission commissioned by a certain magnate. And the mercenary Ma Wei, as the most effective cadre under Ginnod, naturally plays an extremely important role in this mission.

But now he was wounded, and the wound was in the girl's hand—but because of Gross's presence, they were not going to embarrass a little girl. So, all these things were attributed to the bandit leader.

Gross sneered.

He did not flinch from the other party's gaze, and also took a step forward, and his right hand was already unconsciously placed on the gauntlet of the Frost Sword - this is the rebellious temperament and extraordinary self-confidence of a battle maniac in the previous game, although the other party has a higher combat level than him at the moment, he will never compromise and retreat in front of his companions.

As soon as his slender and neat fingers made contact with the leather on the gauntlet, Gross's entire temperament changed in an instant—perhaps it was difficult for him to notice such a thing, but around him, including the tavern owner Rovren and the mercenary leader Gjinod, he couldn't help but breathe in unison.

It's a momentum!

From the brutal battlefield of slaughtering countless enemies and returning with blood, Gross just stood there, not speaking, just staring ahead.

It's like a sword out of its sheath!

Jianhao?

Is it a delusion?

Rovren couldn't help but stare at the young man, he looked up and down—

The young man was dressed plainly, with half-ear-length hair that was a little messy, an old shirt of pure white and a brown thick cloth waistcoat, a pair of slim-fitting linen trousers on his legs, and cowhide boots on his feet that were dusty and inconspicuous...... This appearance looks like a businessman, but Rovren knows very well that such a temperament cannot belong to a businessman who smells of copper no matter what.

Could it be the son of a nobleman from which family?

But there wasn't a mountain lord in Norgo in the Northlands—Rovren glanced at his old friend Ginold, who stared at him with a pair of indifferent gray eyes, like a thin needle sweeping across Gross's face.

It seems that even every tiny hair wants to be seen thoroughly.

"Men in the army?"

Ginnod asked—the sharpness of a knife that he was familiar with, and that only battle-hardened knights and veterans possessed. And he observed the age of this young man on the outside, if he had participated in the "Fog Pine War" when he was young, it was not impossible to develop such a sharp spirit.

Rovren's eyes conveyed a message to him: this young man, I'm afraid, is not easy to mess with—in this white stone town, there are only a handful of people who can make his old friend scruple with his own strength alone.

Gross didn't answer his question - the mercenary Leo was tending to his wounded companion Mavi, and Ginod only glanced at it before turning his gaze back to the young man in front of him.

As the night gets late, there is an intermittent sound of wind like a whimper in the streets outside the town, and if you open the curtains and look out, you can see that the meaning of the wind and snow becomes thicker in this lonely and dim night.

At this time, a new guest arrived in the tavern, and as several figures entered, a cold wind poured in from the outside in, and the guests in the tavern hall couldn't help but shiver all over their bodies - but the new guest quickly and silently retreated outside after seeing such a scene in the hall.

The two sides of the dispute are like the tip of a needle and a wheat!

The waiter in the tavern had already told the owner, Mr. Rovron, what had happened, but the initiator, Ma Wei, was in a coma at the moment, and could not do anything to solve the current situation-

"Either way, I, Girond, as the leader of the Talon Mercenary Regiment, must get an explanation back for my brothers."

The middle-aged man in front of Gross pulled out the long sword at his waist, and he raised the blade to make a ready-to-start sword pose - a common move among mercenaries, which is good for slashing attacks and can take advantage of his pace.

But Gross's sword was unsheathed, and his four fingers rested on the top of the gauntlet, his index finger slightly flexed.

"The same is true."

Gross's answer was simple and crisp, but he slowly continued: "Maybe I can't guarantee that the people around me won't meet malicious people, but at least I will protect them from bullying and harm." ”

"Old friend, are you really going to demolish my tavern?"

Rovren stood to the side, a wry smile of helplessness on his face - he didn't stop him. As a mercenary, he knows that some things are destined to be uncompromising and uncompromising, and even if there is a mistake, it must be followed through. Because only in this way can you win the true love and support of your subordinates.

What's more, to be honest, he really wanted to see this young man's swordsmanship.

The [Charge] in the system skill column has completed pranayama, and Gross's face is silent, but he is secretly proud in his heart - the aborigines of this world are still too straightforward, and they don't know the routine of "mouth cannon consumes CD" at all.

In other words, if the opponent had just used an important skill, he would definitely seize the opportunity to attack—Ginnold's footsteps on the floor caused a "bang" sound, and at this moment, the long sword in Gross's hand was also emitting a long metallic tremor from the scabbard.

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