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"Whew, is this it?" A young man in front of a small town whispered to himself. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Even if the country has changed, such a small town still exists." As he walked into the town, he looked back in the direction he had come, and at the end of the vast grassland was a corner of the forest. I really came across something terrible this time, I don't know what those old guys will think," with a satisfied smile, he hugged the knight's sword in his arms and walked into the town.

The size of the town is not very large, but it is the last stop before going to Tsukimi Linhai, one of the seven special zones. As the most frontier town of Convor, it provides one last chance for the brave who are about to go to that magical land. To go further south out of town means to leave the country, the place where people gather

The town, which consists of dozens of shops and inns, is surprisingly crowded with people. The young man, dressed in a gray magic robe, walked down the brick and stone streets, "Is this the starting point of that hero, finally come and take a look." "Look at every corner of this town with a wistful gaze. From time to time, a simple magic array is formed in the hand to record this town with a long history, so long that it makes people forget the glory of the past.

"Hello, can you bring me dinner? I'm starving. The young man said to the boss in front of him with a hint of cold sweat on his forehead, perhaps it was the fierce appearance of the other party that made him unconsciously use honorifics. After an afternoon of strolling around the town, as the sun went down. The boy walked into the hotel with a satisfied mood, and was sat at the entrance of the hotel by a middle-aged man with a strong physique.

"Huh? Oh, what's the no-boo? We've got Pruss steaks, and we've got Kota cubes, and we've got dark beers from Kangda, and by the way, you don't look like you can drink it. Is it OK to pick juice from the Flavor elves? The boss sitting at the front desk was dressed in a green cloth jacket, and a shocking scar was obliquely carved into his angular face. Coupled with a burly physique, it gives people a lot of pressure.

"Well, I guess all I need is a potato and milk." As he spoke, the boy took out three dark yellow copper coins from the pocket of his gray magic robe and placed them on the counter.

"Cut" the boss did not hide his dissatisfaction at all, and made a disdainful voice directly in front of the guests. "Let's go to the dining area over there and wait, the food will be delivered soon," he said as he said the necessary words, as if he was no longer willing to take care of the boys, and concentrated on his work.

Speechless, the teenager turned and walked into the dining area. Although it is only a small hotel, it is surprisingly equipped with elaborate tables and chairs. Although it is old but obviously well-maintained, the wooden table is full of scratches from the years. "I must have accompanied this inn all the way through the long years." I can't help but sigh from the bottom of my heart. The young man carefully placed the knight's sword on the wooden table full of traces of time, and looked around the store before slowly sitting down.

"Hello, this is the potatoes and milk you wanted. Please use slowly. A boy of about eleven or twelve neatly placed a plate of freshly steamed potatoes and hot milk on the table. Beads of broken blonde hair stuck to his forehead because of the beads of sweat.

Although he works in an inn, the boy unexpectedly has a delicate face that can be described as beautiful as a girl. The white skin that shouldn't belong to the waiter also made the boy look twice.

"Here's your tip."

"Thank you." The slightly immature face was unexpectedly overjoyed by the tip of a copper coin.

The potatoes sprinkled with crystal salt attracted the boy's attention, and the rich aroma of potatoes and a large glass of milk unexpectedly aroused people's appetite although they were a simple meal everywhere.

The moment the silver fork lifts the potatoes, the aroma of the starch mixed with the unique taste of refined salt wafts into the nostrils. Saliva is secreted uncontrollably.

"That hero likes to eat this when he hears about it." With a smile on his face, the young man carefully savored this simple dinner.

"Boy, where did you get this knight's sword?" Just as the boy was carefully chewing the potato cubes in his mouth, the sound of coarse ore suddenly came from the neighboring seat. Even if you don't have to look up to make sure, you can tell that the aggressive voice is saying it to yourself.

With a slight brow and a displeased look, the boy looked at the source of the voice. Six men in mercenary costumes sat at two tables not far from them, eating hearty food. Although they all looked at themselves with a smile, the young man intuitively judged the person who was going to talk to him.

"It's mine." The boy said directly to a strong man in brown leather on the left side of the table and chair on the right.

It seemed that he was surprised that the young man could immediately see that he was talking and was stunned for a moment, and the man sitting in the middle said directly: "Since it's yours, do you plan to sell it?" I see you're an apprentice in magic, and you can get yourself a decent dinner if you sell a knight's sword, right? With that, he shook the glass of wine he was holding in his hand, and stood up and walked towards the boy.

"You can order a pigeon meat and some bread." The young man walked behind the boy and leaned down slightly, his hoarse voice like a demon's whisper reaching the boy's ears. "And we are responsible for taking this knight's sword inlaid with gems and inscribed with runes to conquer the forest sea."

The man seemed to be intoxicated with the world he thought, and put one hand on the gray cloth wrapped in the knight's sword, "You just tell your mentor that you have sold the knight's sword to the Level mercenary group, and your mentor will not embarrass you, we can offer a good price." ”

"Not for sale." Like an ignorant child, he simply rejected the man's offer, and directly withdrew the knight's sword and placed it on the other side of the table.

Although he was rejected, the man had no intention of going back, and stared at the black-haired teenager with sharp eyes, "My name is Jett, it's nice to meet you." ”

"Jett? It's not one of the four captains, I'll just say that the captains of a first-level mercenary group like Lev shouldn't be people of your level. The boy did not answer Jett's own name, but proceeded with the conversation in a very rude manner.

"Even if it's not captain, we're top-notch." The strong man who spoke at the beginning of the next seat was obviously angry because of the young man's words. The exaggerated muscles stretched the brown leather apart as he got up.

As the strong man stood up, an invisible pressure spread through the room, so much so that the guests at the other tables looked at this side with displeasure. But just when the strong man wanted to come over, a green figure appeared in the middle of the crowd, and the huge palm with strength directly grabbed the strong man's head.

"You guys, don't underestimate that forest, there are more and more people who are stronger than you don't know, and there are countless people who will never come back to eat. A group of half-people don't come out and be embarrassed. The manager's deep voice rang out in the room.

The burly physique and green jacket on the upper body with green hair give people the oppressive feeling of a forest giant.

With a bang, the store manager directly threw the strong man out, "Come here to eat when you really look like a soldier one day." After speaking, he looked at the young man who was still eating his own potatoes, frowned slightly, and walked towards the chair at the entrance of the store.

"Do it!" Seeing the store manager's move to turn around and leave directly, Jett also simply gave the order. But just when the other four were about to make a move, a sense of oppression that was dozens of times more terrifying than the previous strong man enveloped several people. The substantial feeling of oppression almost suffocated people directly.

Jett hadn't even been able to adjust his breath, and at the moment a devastating force directly covered his head and smashed to the ground, "Are you so weak that you can't even see the difference in strength?" ”

The cold tone sounded, and at that moment, the store manager's hand grabbed Jett's head and smashed it to the ground. Jett, on the other hand, realized the series of blows just now when he saw the store manager let go of his head and stood up, and the stone chips in his hand fell on his face.

"Warrior of the Fifth Tier, you are the commander of the Garrison Corps, Cole."

The store manager ignored Jet, who was lying on the ground and muttered, and yelled directly at the backyard: "What are you waiting for, come and clean up." ”

As if he didn't care about the dissatisfaction of the guests caused by this farce, Cole sat back on the chair in front of the inn, and the rest of the Level mercenary group did not make any more trouble, and left with the injured Jett and the strong man in their arms. Although it is a first-level mercenary group, it is only a mercenary group.

The boy with broken blond hair quickly cleaned up the place, and the cracked stones on the ground were estimated to wait until tomorrow to find someone to repair them, so he didn't care about him.

The boy also concentrated on his dinner as if nothing had happened, instead of complaining about the security in the store. Calm is a bit less like someone who can say the kind of immature words just now.

Dinner ended in such an setting. As if nothing had happened before.