[[[CP|W:580|H:227|A:L|U:http://file2./chapters/20159/12/3394965635776890286562468641857.jpg]]] A rain-soaked street in a humble town where the protagonist meets a supporting character

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The rain was so bitter and helpless that the rain and cold wind that swept the sky with cast clouds, and the rain and cold wind that it carried with it were so cold and abundant, that everyone in the town, every dog and every mouse, was trembling and panting, trying to run as fast as they could, in order to jump into any building with a roof and a wall.

And in one of the few spacious places in the town that are still warm and dry, the Blunt-Blade Bar is a good place to shelter from the rain, at least in this remote and humble town, it is still one of the few places with solid walls, a stove in the house, and a stove with plenty of fuel, and if it weren't for the fact that it can also receive some black market merchants who go north from here to Longjiao Bay to help some pirates transfer some property that is inconvenient for public appearance, there would be no such a decent building here at all. Of course, it's just compared to the humble villages around it. The ruler of the town, Count Durinvanden, is a greedy guy who squeezes the surrounding area, and if it weren't for the fact that this black shop has some ** background, it would have gone bankrupt long ago! Of course, the boss Matt Fishhead did not dare to complain to the Earl, in fact, he was only taboo about the Earl's greedy and fierce knights, so whenever this kind of heavy rain poured and business was cold, he could only complain a little to the stove that kept coming out of the white steam to cook soup

It's not the season for business, and the bar is empty again, and there are only a few mercenaries who can afford to drink the lowest ale at a rough wooden table in the seats, except for a few poor men who can't afford to pay for it! The smoky Blunt-Blade Tavern became somewhat unusually quiet, and everyone was bored, hoping that a storm would make them see the excitement.

They all noticed the strange alien face sitting in front of the stone bar, who looked out of place in the Blunt Tavern and the entire Faeron region, he sat very straight, neatly dressed, not an uneducated vulgar man in temperament, except for the two slanted scars on his face that showed little sign of labor (from the bottom of the eyes), his skin was buttery, his short black hair was straight and shiny, and his gray leather armor was even more distinctive on his body. It could be seen from the precious glass of rosé wine in front of him that this kind of wine is a high-end product that ordinary people dare not care about in this town.

The drinkers waited with interest, who would be the one who would come forward to provoke again today?

Some well-informed thieves had gotten accurate information from the grapevine, the stranger was going to go quickly, he wouldn't stop here to affect anyone's position, his iron hands had crushed the arms of a half-ogre, shattered the jaw of an orc, and broken the legs of a human thief, and they didn't need to provoke him. It's not a character to mess with

And Wang Bu is also secretly worried and accumulating anger ready to vent! In fact, he has no interest in this seemingly high-end red wine, but in this poor territory, he really has nothing to eat except this red wine! Now in the almost medieval continent of Faeron, he felt completely disappointed with the depictions of living conditions in some fantasy works, in this era of poor materials, poor information, and underdeveloped productivity and transportation (not all, but the folk base really has no advantage compared with the Middle Ages). In this era of backward productivity, it is difficult for him to buy what he wants even if he has money in his hand, and now he can be regarded as deeply aware of the embarrassing experience of some people traveling abroad to certain countries!

Especially after being teleported to the vicinity of the mountain range and finding the town, the only inn he could find had a room that was stinking, and it was clearly some kind of cheap mixed with biological grease that only knew what to do, a chair that was lackluster in every sense of the word, as if it had been placed there only as decoration, with four legs stubbornly of their own length, and half of the face carved into the backrest. There were a few sprigs of old lavender scattered on the thin stone floor, the bed was next to two walls, there were no pillows, no blankets, reeds and rushes were ankle-to-knee thick, but unfortunately you could smell how damp it was without touching them, the wool felt that wrapped them was as thin as dried seaweed, and the color was unusually rich, especially the cracks and holes at the foot of the bed. The whole room is less than 10 square meters, not to mention the sanitary conditions, except for a crude wooden barrel full of disgusting and pungent smell as a toilet, several round-shelled insects on the wooden wall of the room are hurrying through those large and small wounds, and a centipede as long as a human palm is quietly chasing behind them. Not to mention that he can also see swarms of cockroaches breeding and crawling on the turning bed~~

It's a hell of a place like this, and it's 50 silver per night!! No way!!! Even if you don't know the price of this era, if you put it in modern society, if there is a black shop that dares to use this kind of room to ask for this kind of price, he will not receive a complaint the next day, but will be threatened by burning the shop and smashing the store! But looking at the happy boss, he didn't want to deliberately rip off customers, so he could only endure it! Thankfully, he has been able to actively turn off his external senses and go into deep hibernation, as well as his own dry food bar. Otherwise, you will have to be slaughtered even more!

Holding back his resentment, he stayed in this kennel for nearly three days, and at the same time violently beat up three thieves and hooligans who were not long-sighted, fortunately, this violent world is in the middle of nowhere, and this kind of injury does not have to worry about being investigated by a magistrate in charge. In order to wait for the caravan, he was almost angry and angry, and he couldn't care about such thieves, and he couldn't bear to keep a low profile. So much so that patience is almost worn out, ready to walk on your own! But it's really inconvenient to not have a guide

Recently, he has deeply tasted the inconvenience caused by the different cultural environment and being in a foreign country, if it weren't for the fact that he has a magic chain with his own 'proficient language', it would be more troublesome to communicate with a certain amount of capital (of course, his own image and the strength of the first to beat up hooligans are also important factors)

And just when he once again chose to raise his glass and take a sip of sour red wine to suppress his anger, the turning point came immediately. As the black-brown wooden door slammed open again, a young male mage in a low-level mage robe with a thin figure and a panicked face rushed into the bar and shouted loudly in lingua franca: "What mercenary is willing to accept a bodyguard mission!" I bid 20 credits? ”

But the bar was still silent, although there were not mercenaries who were not short of money, but as an old fritter who had been mixed up for many years and could still sit here and drink, everyone present had a certain eyesight, and they could see at a glance that this low-level young mage must have caused some trouble! And I don't want to look like I have money and background! Only 20 silver coins is not enough to make people easily wade into this troubled water, so the mercenaries have chosen to ignore the anxious shouts of the young mage in a daze, they have seen many such young spellcasters dare to get into trouble and finally die miserably if they think they have a little ability, and it is also a good entertainment for them to appreciate this kind of scene! Therefore, some people still looked at the young mage boy who was still dazed and anxious with gloating

And the next moment, the sound of horses' hooves at the door and the heavy sound of stepping on the ground with iron-armored boots made everyone rejoice in their calmness and composure, it was the most fierce knight under the Earl of the town, Alevy, and his four subordinates, wearing iron ring armor and iron helmets and swords, and staring directly at the little mage boy with a pale face when they entered the door with a fierce face

The young mage who was being targeted had no choice but to retreat again and again, unable to speak inarticulately.

Alevy shouted to the little mage with a contemptuous smile: "Wow! The kid dared to pretend to be abducted at a young age, and our Lord Earl has already found out that you are not a master disciple of the Dragon Bay Mage Tower at all, but just an apprentice who has entered the door. The woman who dared to come to our town to cheat and eat and drink and mix with the earl, the lord specially asked us to ask you to go back to the castle and explain~~~ How boy? ”

The young mage who had been exposed to the truth immediately reacted and said, "No! It's just that I'm still on a study tour, and the instructor will definitely give me formal training sooner or later! Don't mess around, that woman just came to the door by herself~~" He finally let out a hurried retort

But the other party just let out a vicious sneer: "You can explain this to the earl~" and then reached out and grabbed it

And the little mage who was in a panic grabbed Wang Buzuo, who was sitting behind him and drinking, and said: "This strong man, I just paid the deposit~~"

"Hmm~~" Just when Wang Bu's eyes flashed at the young man, another rough voice interjected

"What's the matter! Alien~~ Do you also want to see local hospitality? Alevi tilted his head back with a sinister smile on his face, and his eyes showed a greedy and fierce glint that could be full of tyranny, especially when he deliberately spit fishy saliva into Wang Bu's face as he spoke

Wang Bu's face changed instantly, and in a blink of an eye, he smiled at Alevy, who was full of pride, and asked, "Didn't your mother educate you?" Don't spit out when others eat and drink~~"

"What! You kid want to get a taste of the Black Prison? Alevy's face instantly sank, and he drew his sword and roared, and his four followers also showed the cold light of their swords

Just when the little mage felt desperate and half leaned in front of the bar, he only heard a "poof~~" sound mixed with a breaking sound, Alevy let out a piercing scream under the mixture of red liquid on his face, and before he could react, he was instantly splashed with wine by his opponent, his eyes were sliced, and then his eyes were cut with the edge of a blunt wooden cup

But before he could let out more screams, he fell silent in an instant! A pair of nano-gloves wrapped in a special nano-armor layer that could tear through tank armor and even leave scars on a high-level storm bringer in a special attack state ruthlessly tore off his head, which had once spat dirty water, and the blood from the broken neck instantly erupted and dyed red

Just before the four servants in the back could react, a strong throw threw his head as a meteor hammer and stunned a big man in the back. Wang Bu stood up without panic, turned his face to the little mage with a blank face, and said, "Boy, I don't remember accepting your so-called 'deposit', but now I hire you as a guide to leave here?" ”