An hour later. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Blaze Bar, a gold coin jumped rhythmically between Sivir's slender fingers, and suddenly fell with a clang, and then she raised her glass and drank it again.

"It's the ninth." Many men silently memorized the numbers in their hearts, and the obscene elements in their eyes gradually exceeded the cringe.

The liquor was enough to tame a lioness, and the woman looked powerful, but judging by her subtle movements, the effects of alcohol had made her lose her keen consciousness and reactions.

So, next......

The men's eyes collided with each other, warning and encouraging each other. Like a pack of hungry wolves hunting for food, they quietly weigh the dangers and benefits while waiting.

Finally, they couldn't bear it anymore and slowly gathered around.

At this moment, the door of the bar was slammed open, and a figure charged over like a bull, knocking away the men and standing in front of the bar first.

He glanced at the woman, snatched the tenth glass of wine that she had already taken a sip from under her delicate red lips, craned his neck and poured it down.

The women did not react in the slightest, but the onlookers looked viciously away as if they had been greatly violated and humiliated.

The new man had a strong body and thick arms, but he didn't stand out in this place.

He wiped his mouth rudely before seeing the reaction of the crowd. When even staring fiercely, he felt something from behind and slammed it on the bar.

Axes, two golden axes to be exact. There were even shrewd people who could tell from the dull sound that the axe was made of pure gold.

Although gold is valuable, it is not suitable for forging. If it is used to build cold weapons, it is extremely stupid.

These two golden axes appear anywhere, not to be feared, only to be ridiculed or coveted.

But this is Demacia, the slums of Aintraus, the bars of fire infested by mercenaries. The men had to look closely at the owners of the two golden axes: resolute faces, furious eyes, thick golden beards.

"Sure enough......" everyone gasped.

"A brave and invincible berserker, a thirst for money." This long-standing slogan sounded in everyone's hearts, and they finally recognized the identity of the axe man.

"Berserker Olaf!" Everyone only dared to shout this name in their hearts, and then hurriedly retreated.

The axe man withdrew his fierce gaze and looked at Sivir with a smirk.

Sivir tapped the empty glass lightly with his fingertips, and with each sound, Olaf's expression became ugly.

"Oh my God, I'm only a little too late to deduct 900 gold coins." As soon as the voice stopped, Olaf let out a griarled of dissatisfaction.

Xavier smiled: "If it weren't for a funny boy who stayed with me for a while, you would have to pay far more than 900 in compensation." Time is money, when will you understand the meaning of this sentence? ”

Olaf muttered, "But I didn't mean to be late, there was a traffic jam outside." ”

Seeing Sivir's disdain, he quickly explained: "Really, I don't know why a group of aristocratic boys appeared here and blocked the entire street. ”

Xavier blinked, "Oh, can a few cars stop you." I think someone saw a fight and couldn't move. ”

Olaf snorted: "What's the point of a bunch of little trash fighting, if it weren't for the stone we sent to the auction house to see them fighting......"

"What did you say?" Xavier interrupted him, "Did they rob a little boy of the stone?" ”

Olaf smiled: "By the way, I still know the unlucky guy who was robbed." Lin Feng, the first gentleman in Wangcheng, but he seems to have been killed, but it's a pity that such a majestic name ......"

Halfway through the sentence, Olaf was already being dragged out of the bar.

A scuffle had just ended outside, and Lin Feng was surrounded by the nobles in the auction hall, and the two sides did not agree with each other.

These troublemakers are all low-class nobles, and their skills are very low. Lin Feng didn't take it seriously at all, and casually played with them, but he actually fell into the way.

A poisonous dart hit Lin Feng, and by the time he reacted, it was too late. That poison is very rare, even if it is a powerful source power, it cannot be removed from the body, and what makes Lin Feng really afraid is that where did these people get such a domineering poison, obviously there is another mastermind behind this matter today.

"It's him, damn it, I knew he was nearby and was careless today, damn it!" Lin Feng said something with hatred in his heart, and then he felt his brain drowsy.

"Woo, I can't die, I can't die in the hands of that guy, I can't ......"

"Hey, this kid just died and was warped, why did he start chirping crookedly again." Olaf tugged at Lin Feng's neck and listened to him let out a feeble snort, looking confused.

"Get out of the way." Sivir said angrily, and then gently touched Lin Feng's forehead, and the slender jade fingers quickly wiped on his chest, and out of nowhere he pinched out a pill and sent it into Lin Feng's mouth.

"Exorcist Pill, hey, that's 2,000 gold, life-saving ......" Olaf's eyes widened in disbelief, and his shocked words were incomplete.

Li San swallowed a mouthful of saliva, saw the woman holding the young master get up, and shrank into the carriage in fright.

Xavier tried Lin Feng's snort, and then he remembered to tidy up his somewhat messy breastplate. She glared at Li San: "Send him back to the Duke's Mansion safely, otherwise you will gouge out your thief's eyes." ”

Li San nodded desperately and climbed out of the carriage in silence.

A magical glow flashed in Sivir's palm, and a strange stone appeared. She put the stone in Lin Feng's hand, picked a few things from the cart full of debris, and threw them to Olaf.

"That's the treasure that auctioned 3333 gold coins, how can I exchange this bit of rags. I...... You ......" Olaf pointed angrily.

"What are you, why don't you hurry up and clear the barricades in front of you." Sivir glanced irritably at the congested street in front of him.

Olaf finally got angry and yelled, "Hey, you see, I'm the berserker Olaf. A formidable hero, the fearless warrior of Debang. Your Majesty has raised a glass for me, and the prince has to bow to me. Why did you order me to be a scavenger? ”

"It's really long-winded." Sivir gently pinched out a purple-gold card with two fingers.

"You are insulting me, I also have the dignity of a man, the glory of a hero." Olaf raised his fist and suddenly spread his five fingers again, "It must be this number, not a single child is missing." ”

Sivir smiled as if he knew this, and shook a finger slightly: "Husband, your ambition is still like that of a little boy." As long as you do a good job, I am willing to pay a thousand gold this time. ”

Olaf didn't care at all about Sivir's teasing or even teasing, and his face turned red with excitement. (To be continued.) )