It was busy until late at night that Isabella returned.

Duck greeted him: "How about it? Let's take a drink of water first." ”

Isabella took the cup and took a few sips, saying, "It's not one, it's two." The phalanges and palms were almost completely shattered, and the wrist bones were severely sprained, and my God, it was like I had been caught in a walnut clip! I'll have to treat them again tomorrow. ”

"Who else but Ogden?"

"A passing Templar came out with a red eye, only to have his palm crushed by someone, just like Ogden. I dealt with him briefly, and he went back to the church. ”

"The same person?"

"Yes. It's a guy nicknamed Devil's Hand who just came here today, and I heard it's bigger than your hand. It's so hateful, it's good to win, why do you hurt people like that!"

Duck was slightly surprised, his slap was big, that guy was actually bigger than his own?

"How tall is he?"

"I heard that it's a little more than 1.7 meters. ”

Dark's brow furrowed, "Talented?Palm deformity?Haven't been hurt like this before?"

"I heard from the injured that he had never seen this guy before, but the accent was indeed local. Is it from the city of Fartican?"

Dark's eyebrows raised, "I'm going to meet this guy." Where is he?"

"Golden Goose Tavern. Dak, I don't think there's any need to provoke him, we're doing well now, and we have enough money to spend, so don't fight with others to win or lose in one breath. ”

"Not for one breath, I think something is wrong. It's understandable to break your wrists for money, and if you hurt people so badly, aren't you afraid of being retaliated against?"

"What do you mean—"

"I suspect this guy probably can't handle his own power...... Well," Duck swallowed back the second half of the sentence, "There is no point in guessing, I'll take a look tomorrow, don't worry, I promise not to end the game." ”

"No, I'll go with you. ”

"It's fine. I'm not going to make props tonight, so let's rest early and open our eyes early tomorrow morning. ”

"Hmm!"

Early the next morning, the two came to the Golden Goose Tavern, sat down near the wrist-wrestling ring, and ordered two glasses of cheap ale to pretend.

Although Lorma is a small town, because it is right on the traffic artery leading to Fartigan, there are often convoys of foreign merchants stopping here for a while, and there is an endless stream of cars and horses coming and going. There is a greater demand for stevedores and porters.

During the off-season, the locals often come out to earn extra money, work all morning, get four or five pounds on their salary, find a tavern at noon to fill their breath, play a few more cards, and go home laughing and scolding. Of course, there are also those who get drunk and lose their pants and go home to be scolded.

Last night, a convoy entered the city, and the stevedores and porters were busy all night and half in the morning, and one or two of their pockets bulged up again, and the old ones poured a few sips of cheap barley tea, took a breath and ran home;

As the sun rose, the tavern gradually became more and more crowded. Dice, darts, and cards are all played. There are also people who gather in front of the bar to fight for wine. A fat man with a rosacea and a thin man with a red face were taking a sip of a cow drink, one was red and shiny, and the other was red and purple, and they still refused to stop, causing the people around them to make a lot of noise.

Over there, poking a thick solid old tree root to make a table, next to it are two equally solid polished wooden piers, and the wrist-wrestling contest has begun.

The ones that went up were all small shrimps, the kind that Duck could break three with one hand, and there was nothing to see. Isabella stared intently, and Duck lost interest after a few glances, lazily leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.

When the two balding muscular men went up, Duck opened his eyes and started to have fun.

Compete with brute force, I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time, ha, it's just brute force.

Duck suddenly felt that he was a little too lazy to dance and play with a sword.

In George's eyes, was I like these guys...... Amusing?

It's all gone. Now, I just have to be myself.

There was a commotion at the door of the tavern, and Duck and Isabella looked over to see a young man in his early seventies walking in a little uneasy.

His hands were wrapped in thick bandages, and at first glance they looked like he was carrying two large balls.

The young man was nervous, and his eyes looked around uneasily, waving cautiously to everyone who cheered him.

Duck poked the drinker next to him: "Hey, man, this kid is the ......"

"Uh-huh, it's him. Yesterday's one-handed hand maniac in a game. If I had such a pair of hands and a bag to carry, I would live here. ”

"Agreed. Duck winked at Isabella, who nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

The young man squeezed to the counter with difficulty and said to the bartender, "That...... Today, a game is decided to be won or lost, and I buy it myself to win, a hundred pounds. ”

"No problem, magic hand, I'll buy you too, make a little money to spend, haha. ”

"No, no, I want to ask, where did they live yesterday? Their hands, I really, really ...... them."

"What the hell are you doing with that idle mind? You should be unlucky if you don't have the strength to do it, let it go! Come on, take the strip, go over there and line up, and you'll be there in four rounds." ”

"Uh, ah, that's good......" The young man took the note and walked to the side to line up.

The line was long, and the young man was standing right next to Duck.

Duck glanced at his fist, completely wrapped in a thick bandage, unable to see the clue.

Isabella's team chat came in: "There must be something strange about his hands, he's too thin and his forearms are thin, not like the strength type." It is impossible for the muscles of the hand to be so strong that they can crush someone else's hand bones. ”

"Well, it looks a little cringe, not like a cold-blooded and ruthless look. I'm getting more and more interested in him, and then observe. ”

The young man gently poked the back of the strong man in front of him, "Hi, hi, friend, hello." ”

"Hey, who is this? Yesterday my giant fist Berg was not there, today, let's see if your little hand can make me feel good, hahahaha. ”

"No, that, I want to ask about the two ...... I pinched yesterday"

"What, scared?"

"I just thought, uh, I'm sorry for them, I want to go and see—"

"I don't know, you can throw in the towel and fuck off. Your money will be mine. ”

"That's not good, I can't go to see them empty-handed, and besides, my family needs this money too......"

"Then be less verbose!"

The young man sighed helplessly, and then turned back to the contestant behind him, "Uh, that, please, do you know yesterday-"

"Give me the money, and maybe you'll know. ”

"No, I can't. ”

The player behind him shrugged, rolled his eyes, and ignored him.

Duck suddenly said in a loud voice: "This is not easy to do?

The young man's eyes lit up: "Yes, but what if I push too hard?"

The strong man in front bared his teeth and said, "Your pink little arm will snap with a click!"

Nearby players erupted in laughter.

Then the door of the tavern was pushed open, and in came some tall men in felt hats, sat down in the corner, looked a few times in this direction, hung their heads, and covered their faces with the brim of their hats.

Isabella whispered, "Intense light elemental fluctuations. Templars, possibly priests. Lost too ugly yesterday, come and find a match?"

"Not really. If you wrestle your wrists, you are willing to gamble and lose, and you are not qualified to find a field if your skills are not as good as others. This matter is probably a bit complicated today, Lala, you watch, I'll go out for a spin. ”

"What are you going to do?"

"Look at your arms, legs and feet, you are more expert than me, I'll go see the terrain. Don't worry, I'll come in if there's something. If the guy wants to leave, follow quietly. ”

"Okay, you can come back soon. ”