Maybe there are still a few numberers with spare money, and when Hu Bin and his gang were resting in the tavern, they saw far fewer numberers than last time.

"Bang." A glass of beer slammed down on Hu Bin's table.

Hu Bin, Fanta, and Howard sat at a table, and the empty seat was occupied by someone who had arrived.

"Guys, it's been a while." Lord Lincoln gritted his teeth and stared at Howard on the other side, if he hadn't chased after him a few months ago, how could he have lost so much.

"Yo, isn't this Lord Lincoln, it's been a long time." Hu Bin greeted warmly, and then instantly lowered his face. "I didn't agree to you coming and sitting."

"Didn't I just yin you Reed last time, as for holding a grudge like this? You know, that's where the culprit is, isn't it, Lord Fanta. Lord Lincoln didn't care about Hu Bin's words, and leaned back in his chair.

One of Lincoln's eyes was covered by an eyepatch, and a horrific scar crossed the socket, and even if it was the recovery power of the numberer, it was estimated that it would take several months to see things. In Hu Bin's eyes, the previous Lord Lincoln was like a vicious and cunning strategist, so the current Lincoln is more like an old fritter mercenary.

"You're not welcome here." Howard frowned, he felt that Lord Lincoln had changed, but he couldn't say exactly what had changed, but his eyes were obviously full of hatred when he looked at the three of them.

"I don't expect everyone to welcome me, I just want to say that I am very satisfied with the gift you gave me, please look forward to my return gift." After Lord Lincoln finished speaking, he smiled like a nobleman, stood up and bowed his chest, and then strode away without looking back.

For a while, the word "traitorous male" appeared in the hearts of the three people.

"Long time no see, Reed, who are these two?" It's the same Kugit numberer, but this time it's Lord Gerry who came.

Gerry really hasn't seen Hu Bin for a long time, and the last time they met was half a year ago. Half a year later, Gerry felt much calmer, with a sense of wind and frost on his face, and his every move had the shadow of aristocratic education, and Hu Bin even saw a trace of majesty on him. But it was also a pair of eyes full of confidence and a little jumping out of them that made Hu Bin understand that this was still the same Gerry back then.

"Ha, you kid is finally willing to show up, I almost forgot about you. These two..." Hu Bin was about to introduce the others, but was interrupted by a sudden change.

An out-of-breath numbered person rushed over and grabbed Hu Bin's sleeve tightly. "Say, where's my dividend?"

"Number 59." Gerry was surprised to see the same numbered person he hadn't seen for half a year.

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At Hu Bin's request, the bar owner changed a single room for the five people, and after several people present introduced each other, they entered the link of catching up and chatting.

"So, you're the one who has made that Lincoln guy suffer a lot lately?" Howard learned from the chat.

"Of course, we were chasing him like a rabbit, and we didn't even have the courage to turn back." Fanta slapped the table excitedly, and didn't relent until Howard stepped on him, after all, the numberer in front of him was also from the Kugit camp.

"That's great, that guy really deserves it, I've long since looked at him unpleasantly. I thought he was a decent person before, hey, I didn't expect him to have such a dark mind and actually murder Reed, but later recognized his true colors and never gave him a good face again, and now there are a group of people in the country who look at him unpleasantly. With no one else present, Gerry regains his essence, much to the surprise of Fanta and Howard, who had just met him.

No. 59 got the dividends he deserved from Howard, and he was fighting with food without any concerns, and as for any conspiracy and grudges, he didn't bother to care about things that had nothing to do with him.

Hu Bin looked at No. 59's happy and satisfied expression, and was very envious of his heartlessness. The grievances between Lord Lincoln and him have been clarified, and there will inevitably be a battle in the future, who will Gerry help when the time comes? Being in two countries, sometimes it doesn't mean that if you don't want to help, you won't help.

"Forget it, let's talk about it then." Hu Bin learned No. 59 and took a bite of chicken legs.

"Hey, our nobleman, are you going to pack the items of the luxury field again this time?" Seeing that the food was disappearing quickly under Hu Bin's struggle, the Gerry people hurriedly shifted the topic to him.

"I spent all my savings in order to build a castle, this time it is estimated that there is no hope, and the numberers of the whole continent say that I burn more money to play, is the money I earn blowing in the wind?" Hu Bin said indignantly that all the people who met him these days would ask him this question.

Howard touched his wallet, smiled but did not speak, Scissors is a very good housekeeper, his wallet not only did not shrink under her touch, but gradually bulged, for this opportunity, he was fully prepared.

"Ever thought about taking your next territory, Reed?" Gerry is very concerned about this problem, and if Reed wants to complete the main quest of the cheater, there are only two ways to go, one is to go to war with the kingdom of Swadia, and the other is to invade Kugit. Obviously, the territory of the Svadia Kingdom is too far away for Reed to occupy, then...

"You know, it's only a matter of time, and even if I don't have an idea, Lincoln will stir things up." Hu Bin put away his smiling face and answered Gerry's question seriously.

The ensuing meeting was a bit cold, and Gerry found an excuse to leave soon after.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, if you want to blame, blame the time (world) and the world (realm)." Howard patted Hu Bin on the shoulder.

"He's just a big boy, and he can't see some things." Hu Bin sighed old-fashionedly, forgetting that he was not much older.

Even though both of them knew that this result was inevitable, Hu Bin was still very happy when Gerry asked this, which proved that he cared about the friendship with himself very much, and sometimes men are so childish.

"It's like you can see it." Fanta muttered, and then she was shocked to find that she was talking like a.

The numbered ones who had drunk too much left the tavern and wandered the streets, their constitution not yet drunk, but their stomachs were inevitable.

No. 59 left Hu Bin and them halfway, he also has his own circle of friends, and Hu Bin and them are more friends in terms of interests.

Hu Bin, who was not interested, saw the arena not far away and had the idea of a duel. Just do it, the three of them can't make a name for themselves, but the other numberers are different, plus a little bet. The three of them glanced at each other, and each of them scattered to look for a suitable candidate (fat sheep).

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The numberers who wandered around the city got the news, and the city's arena offered competitions, and gambling games were set up, and the idle numberers gathered in the arena. The owner of the arena set up a gambling game according to the requirements of everyone, and who did not have a grudge between the numberers, at this time there was revenge and resentment and complaining.

Hu Bin once again walked into the long-lost arena circular field.

The venue was covered with a thin layer of snow, which looked a little desolate, and the number of spectators was not much, most of them were numbered people who came after hearing the news, as for the cheers? No boos would be good. However, he still felt his abnormality, these numberers were not the soft-footed shrimp of the aborigines, and in such an atmosphere, he actually felt the pressure in the face of challenges.

On the other side was Lord Lincoln, who was about to break the hilt of his one-handed sword with a sinister smile on his face. He decided that if the referee didn't blow the whistle sooner, he would buy the murderer and kill the native.

"What a wonderful feeling." He muttered with a slightly twisted smile, whether it was the lusciousness of revenge or the steaming of war.

Fortunately, the referee seemed to hear him, and the whistle for the start of the gladiatorial fight sounded.

"Reed, suffer death." Lincoln lunged forward with a lunge.