Two hours later, judging by the shortening of the shadows of the sun on the trees, it was about eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

The two carriages that had passed earlier stopped here again.

A butler dressed in a deacon's uniform walked straight to Binghe's storefront. Dropped a dozen or so silver coins, and put forward a request to occupy the small shop of Binghe. Binghe's face was speechless, and he said, "I'm sorry, our store doesn't do parking lots." "The Pine Forest family belongs to a countly family in the Roland Kingdom, and the local Pine Sword family is only a side branch of the family.

The Pinewood family's class lineage is divided into two classes: knight and aim, and the family's power spans West and Roland. The sixth lady in his family and Verian of the Duchy of West are friends with handkerchiefs. Of course, this year their route has changed and they will pass through the spice town.

Since the number of carriages was seven, and the local Songjian family had limited economic conditions and did not have too large stables, it was impossible to accommodate the two extra carriages. The stables of the inn were so dirty that the noble horses were reluctant to settle in, so they spotted Binghe's shop in the town.

The Matsubayashi family wanted to rent Binghe's shop to park the carriage. This kind of lease is the kind that makes Binghe move out completely tonight. And the whole store, to their people.

Maybe he saw that Binghe was a professional, and he was very young, so he should only be a member of a declining aristocratic family. Therefore, the steward of the Songlin family only took out ten silver coins.

The price is fair. If it had been seven or eight days ago, Binghe would have given up this room without hesitation. But not right now. In Binghe's bedroom, some micromachining machinery is working, and these machines can't be cleaned up in ten hours. Binghe, who had just committed a big deal in Oakley in the north, really didn't want these things to be exposed.

However, after hearing Binghe's refusal, the butler's hand paused, but instead of giving up, he took out more silver coins, but his attitude became bad. This is a precursor to the preparation of the big nobles against the small nobles.

"Jingle bell," the butler still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were arrogant, and his hand holding the silver coins was raised high on the counter, and one by one the silver coins fell from the loosening fingers - the silver coins rolled on the counter table of Bingnu, and three or four of them rolled off the counter, landed on the floor, spun around a few times, and fell to the ground with a buzzing sound.

The housekeeper's expression was obviously waiting for Binghe to squat down and pick up the silver coin and leave, such an unbeaten expression made Binghe, who had been cultivating himself for more than ten days, feel an evil fire rising.

Bing said silently in his core: "Calm down, calm down,"

Just as Binghe was about to continue to maintain his smile and understand his reasoning, several servants behind the butler also took a step forward in unison and walked over. Behind the butler's back, he looked at Binghe with bad intentions, as if he was expecting Binghe to continue to refuse, and then he could ......

Well, no more, the crisp sound of flesh crashing through the shop.

Binghe preemptively punched the butler to the bridge of the nose, then pulled out the drawer with one hand, pressed his fingers into the box in the drawer, and picked up the submachine gun in the box.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at several people who were about to rush, and with a click, a crisp explosion of gunpowder sounded around the muzzle, and Bing Nuclear fired. After two seconds, the shooting stopped.

The four servants, who were about to rush over, ran to the back of the carriage. As if he had hit a ghost, he shouted, "Gun! Gun! Gun! ”

When one of the bullets in the magazine emptied, all the servants around them shrank behind the carriage and shivered.

Lying on the loess pavement, the butler who covered his nose took advantage of the interval between the bullets, kicked his legs and took the opportunity to retreat frantically, and his black dress was covered with mud.

Firearms, especially rapid-fire guns, can level the force between a boy and a strong man.

He casually threw the smoking submachine gun (the bullet was finished) on the counter, and the silver coins on the counter were squeezed by the guns, and a dozen silver coins fell from the counter in a ping-pong manner, making a crisp sound that seemed to be wailing.

Binghe's hand was placed in the clay bottle at the door, and the liquid and thumb-sized scales in the bottle were like spiritual snakes, following Binghe's open five fingers, into his sleeve.

Liquid armor, a spell that manipulates materials attached to one's body. This spell was the knight's last resort against firearms in this era. This technique can block small-caliber pistol shots at a range of 20 meters, and rifle bullets at a distance of 200 meters. It is to use the non-Newtonian properties of the liquid and the ceramic-metal sheet material to counteract the kinetic energy of the firearm bullet.

At this moment, a man in the carriage trembled in panic and pulled the revolver from the cabinet with his hand. And this scene was just seen by Binghe.

Binghe, who was unhurriedly putting on liquid armor for himself, glanced at the man with the gun in the car, "the action is too slow and flustered" Binghe gave a low score to this person's actions.

Stacking armor is not for the sake of being beaten, and using liquid armor techniques with each other when meeting is a way for knights in the Western Continent to identify themselves. But Binghe is playing the piano to the cow, they are not knights. Therefore, even if they had heard of this etiquette, under the greeting of a dozen bullets, they did not realize that the thin young man in front of them turned out to be a knight.

Even in the Imperial Capital Academy of Oka, a knight of Binghe's age can only be seen once in decades. Encountering such a knight in such a wilderness village, most people's minds don't have time to react.

Seeing that there were still people who dared to hold a gun, Binghe picked up the sterilized scalpel on the cabinet, which was originally used to dissect animals, but now it was used as a weapon. The whirling blade sliced through the air with a white light, stabbing precisely into the wrist of the man holding the revolver fifteen meters away.

The man dropped his firearm and rolled in the ground, screaming like a pig.

It screamed so miserably. Let Binghe's original anger disappear suddenly.

Binghe angrily and annoyed at the completely villainized guys at the door: "Don't argue, I don't kill pigs." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you for your magnanimity," the butler, who was lying on the ground, hurriedly wiped the blood from his nostrils with a handkerchief, and preemptively responded.

Binghe glanced at the condescending butler and waved his hand: "Get out!" ”

The housekeeper shyly said: "It's down there, the Songlin family"

Binghe's tone was a little serious: "Get out!" "Scared the butler back two steps.

But after taking two steps back, the dutiful butler prepared to flick his clothes and bow to rearrange his words.

However, Binghe picked up the gun on the counter again, took out the magazine from his waist, and made the butler pale and immediately ran back to the car, driving the carriage quickly.

The people of the Pinewood family left in a carriage. Binghe quickly returned to his room and began to pack the contents of his test bench in the box. What can't be taken away in a short period of time is directly destroyed.

I simply packed up my clothes, and two sets of bedding, and put them on the carriage. Ten minutes later, Binghe quickly left the scene with the carriage in tow.

When the people of the town saw Binghe's carriage departing, they immediately began to be lively, and all kinds of people began to have a lively discussion.

On the side of the tavern, the idlers who had poured two or two wines began to come over and start drinking on this new topic.

"Xiao Ronggang is a professional, you see, I guessed right, this is a young master who ran away from home, and now the people in the family have come to him." A rosacea-nosed middle-aged man said in a prescient tone.

"Old hoe, everyone is not blind, now they can see it, if you have the ability, but tell me what kind of profession this little young master is?" A bald man asked rhetorically disdainfully.

The middle-aged man with rosacea seems to be asked the sore spot all of a sudden: "This, this?" He said hesitantly for a while. And the drunks who chatted with him next to him giggled, and couldn't help but laugh at this rosacea middle-aged man for drinking too much.

The pleasure of drunks when they are drunk is to brag at the wine table and then see who shows their flaws first. And in this way, you can also determine who got drunk first.

Suddenly, the rosacea middle-aged man quickly thought of the main point that could continue to talk nonsense, and he said firmly: "Knight, didn't you hear, didn't the gentleman (butler) just say - knight." The young master of Ronggang is a knight profession. ”

"Old hoe, don't talk nonsense, knight is a mid-level profession, how old is that little master? It doesn't look like it's as big as my three girls. An aunt with thick arms opened her mouth to deny.

The old hoe blushed and said, "What do you know? In the big aristocratic families of the city, some young masters can reach this level at a young age, and the stupid boy of your family is not worthy of leading a horse for others. ”

The bustle of the people in the town was forced to stop by the arrival of a troop of cavalry.

Among the new riders was the butler who had thrown silver coins at the counter.

Contrary to the townspeople's guesses, the butler recognized the Liquid Armor Technique, as well as the flickering strip of light on Binghe's arm.

When a mid-level practitioner runs multiple new spells at the same time, a partial body-wide vein glows, which is a phenomenon in which the veins are close to a high-power overload, and the mid-level pro can last for two or three minutes.

Lower-level professionals do not experience this kind of body range overload, and their lineage overload is concentrated at the intersection of the lineages. And it's very short, because after a long time, that point of the Dharma vein will not be able to hold up.

When the upper class is running at full power, the glow of the magic veins is of a whole-body nature. The lineage of the upper professional is the most balanced, and the high-power state lasts the longest.

Therefore, according to the number of light bars on the body of the professional when the power is full, the corresponding professional level can be judged, because the steward provided this information, so the cavalry sent by the Songlin family made full preparations, and they put on armor and carried special weapons before coming to negotiate. So it took an hour and a half to go back and forth.

The cavalry of the Pinewood family entered the town, and the idlers in the streets consciously returned to their houses, and the town became serious and quiet.

The leader (a high-ranking soldier by profession) came to Binghe's shop, and the captain of the guard jumped off his horse. When he walked to the door, he bowed and saluted, and then shouted, "Today's event is very abrupt. The Pine Forest family makes amends to Your Excellency. ”

The empty door went unanswered, and the townspeople of the surrounding towns cowered into their rooms, peering out of their windows. When the soldier shouted at the sight, whispers could not help but be heard throughout the street. - "It's gone" "You see, it's late. ”

And the soldier's ears moved, and when he heard these words, he immediately pushed the door and walked in. What they saw was an empty room, and some mechanical artifacts they didn't understand.