The merchant Ignati Woods' woman is called Eve, a young girl with the same gray hair as him.

Long before coming to the "Black Dragon's Eye" in Metasequoia Street, Gross learned about the girl's physical characteristics from the merchants, but there was no trace of her at this time.

It should have been hidden by the people of the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood".

To be precise, he was hidden somewhere by the "bald head" Crocker in front of him.

And at this time, the other party had already shown his sword. Obviously, it is not possible to expect the other party to be honest about this news.

Dozens of pairs of eyes were fixed on Gross.

Crocker took a scimitar from the man beside him - it looked extremely beautiful in the orange light of the tavern hall, the blade of the scimitar fluttered in a pattern like a circle.

"Good knives!"

Gross exclaimed. From the pattern of the blade, he could tell that the scimitar had been forged through a thousand hammers, and its craftsmanship was similar to the Damascus knife he had seen in his previous life.

It's just that in this way, he finds that the "Dragon's Eye Brotherhood" doesn't seem to be as simple as he thought before.

It doesn't make sense for a gang leader in the city of Karthas to have such good goods.

It stands to reason that it should appear in the collection of a nobleman, and then, under certain circumstances, the nobleman will give such a weapon as an honor to his knights.

But it was now in the hands of the "bald" Crocker.

Tyrannical creatures.

Gross secretly gave an evaluation, judging from the posture, Crocker does not know how to use a knife at all. At least, he wasn't familiar with swordsmanship.

"Bald" Crocker just sneered, this extraordinary scimitar in his hand, he felt arrogant.

"Your Excellency, if you are willing to leave here, I can choose not to care."

The fierce gaze lingered on Gross's face for a few seconds, and he continued, "Otherwise, hehe......"

"How else?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young mercenary sitting at the long table moved.

A faint shadow seemed to suddenly disappear from its original position, and when it reappeared in view, the lamps in the hall were crumbling, and the lights were about to stop.

The dancing flames were extinguished in the wind.

Fist.

A fist grew bigger and bigger under the nose of the "bald" Crock, his eyes widened, he never thought that this young mercenary would dare to take the initiative in such a one-to-many situation-

The black cloth cloak floated high and backwards, and the figure was extremely fast. Before Crocker could react, Fist made an intimate contact with his face.

Median nose.

A faint sound could be heard.

A puff of red blood spilled all over the sky.

Crocker laughed angrily, he staggered back a few steps, and as soon as he settled down, he already shouted, "Your Excellency is really bold!" ”

The sword is as bright as snow, and it goes straight ahead.

The hall of the tavern burst into shouting.

Gross was waiting, waiting for Crocker's group of weak chickens to make a move. Otherwise, after that punch just now, he would have a series of subsequent moves. He excels not only in the use of common weapons such as swords, but also in empty-handed combat.

Few people knew this, though, except for a few of his companions in the bandits.

Equipment, for convenience, he only carried the "Frost Sword", the "Iron Spike Ring of Glory", and the "Badge of Courage" on this trip, but this was enough.

The hum of metal.

The sword is unsheathed.

As soon as the blue sword body was pulled out, you could know that this was not an ordinary thing.

"Superior-grade sword!"

Someone in the lobby of the tavern was exclaiming, and it seemed that there were not a few people who knew the goods.

Finger obliquely, wave down.

The sword glowed dimly, and deep blue lines flashed from the field of vision.

Ding Ding Ding - Sparks flew and there was a crisp sound.

At Gross's side, the sword in front of him had been cracked by the sword, but the scimitar in Crocker's hand was still intact.

[Sword Qi Slash] 1/2 of the cumulative times.

In the other corner of the hall, "Dogtooth" One's expression was solemn, and he frowned, as if he was thinking about something—the young mercenary's sword was extremely casual, but it was such an understatement that it forced Crocker and his men back together.

He didn't pursue, just looked down at the long sword in his hand.

For a long time, like a traveler on an outing, he didn't care about the situation in front of him.

Swordplay?

That's right, it's swordsmanship.

As a retired mercenary in his forties, "Dogtooth" Onee has a lot of experience in combat. The strength of him and "bald" Crocker is between half a pound and eight taels, and the two have had several private fights, and no one can have the upper hand.

But Crok stood stunned as if he had been spelled by a warlock.

There is something on that sword called artistic conception.

Master-level swordsmanship artistic conception.

In other words, Jianhao.

Such a young but infamous swordsman!

Aonea looked at the figure of the young mercenary from afar, and could not find any impression in his memory.

The sword swung again.

Crocker raised his knife to block, which was completely a knee-jerk action. The swordsmanship of the young mercenary in front of him was unleashed, light, fast, weird, and with an extremely fierce momentum, and a large bead of dense sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Stop—"

He had barely opened his mouth, and before he could utter a complete sentence, the sword turned sideways and pointed at his right wrist, and the scimitar fell out of his hand.

The rabbit rises and falls.

The scimitar fell into the hands of the young mercenary.

Then the blade of the sword rose and went out of his throat.

The steel comes into contact with the skin, and the chill above the head goes straight to the bone marrow.

"Bald" Crocker rolled his eyes, not daring to make any more movements for a moment.

This time Gross did not choose to kill, in the city of Kartha, although it is easy to kill, but the trouble of dealing with the aftermath is not small - the task in the previous life game is only to fight, and there is no requirement to kill these ruffians and the like.

When a small life is controlled by others, a person's courage is always easy to lose.

For the first time, Crocker realized that he was too afraid of death, and he saw the brown eyes of the young mercenary, full of indifference and indifference.

With such a look, I'm afraid that this guy has killed many people, and he has already looked down on life and death.

He felt that it would be a big mistake to clash with such a guy.

Crocker was about to open a soft mouth, when his eyes caught a glimpse of Onee approaching with a group of men.

"Eve, the merchant's daughter, where is she?"

Gross asked coldly. The Frosty Sword was in his hand, his arms, wrists, and fingers were steady, and he didn't shake at all.

"She's in the upstairs room."

"Didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No, no. That little girl is fine, we caught her just for Mr. Iggy's debts. ”

"So, what about debt? How many raels are there in total now? ”

Gross knew that the man in front of him was a loan shark, but he didn't know how the specific interest and principal were calculated.

"The principal amount is five hundred reels, and as of today, the term of the loan is six months and three days, and Mr. Eagle has repaid one thousand reels two months ago......"

Although Gross's mind was good, it was impossible to mentally calculate these twists and turns in a short period of time, and his face sank.

PS: Fourth Update! Happy Christmas Eve to all. ╰(￣▽￣)╮