The foot-picking man, who was immersed in a sumptuous meal of gluttonous food, even though he was as slow as a snail in the happiest time of his life, now turned his head in surprise when he realized that he was enveloped by a burly figure full of oppression.

A pair of clear eyes with the blue of the lake, and a volcanic rage surging under the calm and waveless surface of the lake, the target obviously rushed towards the thick-haired man, followed by his left hand, which was still picking at his feet.

Letting go of his unfinished and unsatisfied right foot, the big man slowly stood up, hiding his left hand, which was full of old dirt and rotten skin, and put it behind him. Looking at the angry eyer who was a head taller than himself, his confidence was obviously a little lacking, and he barely squeezed out a smile: "I am the caravan guard of the Dagger and Cloak Guild, the famous Iron Fistville, I believe you should have heard of the reputation of our Guild." ”

The other party's expression was obviously stunned, and his tone was much kinder: "Baruch Stone Axe, a mercenary from the heights of Furness, is performing his duties. ”

'A highland barbarian, and a warrior who bestows the name of honor on the clan, but a pity without any distinctive tattoos, an ordinary warrior from the stone axe tribe of Furness?' Aldrich's palm pressed against the hilt of the sword, and five fingers hesitated whether to hold it, accompanied by the extension of his arm for many years.

"Furness, our union has a good relationship with the Highland Clan, and the business of exchanging grain for iron is going well. Shall I invite you to have a drink for the sake of our mutual friendship?" Iron Fistville's expression began to calm as he saw the anger in the other's eyes receding and fell silent.

Eat people with a short mouth, and take people softly. In order to prevent the children of the tribe who were waiting to be fed, and the elderly whose physical strength was weakened when the snow covered the highlands in winter, did not suffer from hunger and cold, Baruch Stone Axe had to suppress his disgust. He wanted to shake hands and express his gratitude, but the greasy right hand and the hidden left hand of the highland warrior made the Highlander unappetizing, so he grinned and slowly sat back in his place.

Ironfistville's reputation as a union to pacify the highland barbarian Baruch Stoneaxe did not mean that he could subdue the other two who looked bad, an old man with a white beard, whose wise eyes had been endowed by the vicissitudes of time seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, but his thin arms were not in his eyes. As for the other girl with burgundy hair and green eyes like young leaves, the caravan guards of the Dagger and Cloak Guild were alarmed.

The fairy tales of my childhood, the whispering legends of my parents, the old witches who are evil are often red-haired, and it is said that they trade their youth and looks with the source of evil in exchange for terrible spell-casting abilities.

The courage in his body had not yet been exhausted by the affluent life, and Will, who did not carry an iron fist, immediately bent down and broke a table leg, holding it firmly and finally regaining some strength.

Knight Aldrich Triss kept the balance of a legless table in the middle of the tavern, and he quickened himself to his meal, devouring two slices of brown bread with broth, a large plate of minced bacon, and a "gurgling" drink of frothy ale, burping with satisfaction, ready to leave the place as soon as the situation was not good.

Because he had just discovered that there wasn't just one caster at the next table, but two damned ones. As a knight of virtue, he should not be afraid of fighting, but the fight against the caster is an exception, he is not a knight of discipline who keeps the oath of poverty, he is a master of hand-to-hand combat, proficient in legs, boxing, and kicking techniques of various genres, and all parts of his body can be turned into combat weapons, and in this way, he can earn exclusive titles, iron elbows, steel knees, silver arms, and so on.

The green-eyed girl reached out and stroked her shoulder-length red hair, revealing a wreath of flowers that pressed down on her forehead, entwined with laurel branches, adorned with a few verdant leaves and flowers that had not yet withered and dehydrated.

Seeing this headdress, Tekkenville breathed a sigh of relief visibly, "It's not a terrifying black witch! ’

His mind did not escape the other's eyes, and the red-haired girl plucked a leaf in anger, and with the acquiescence of the gray-haired old man, cast an illusion.

"Filthy men, foot-picking manners, the stench of rotten ringworm make us sick. The voice of the voice seemed to be the singing of the yellow bird, and the green leaves pinched by the two fingers glowed with emerald green fluorescence, and then turned into a pile of debris falling one after another, and the green-eyed flower-crowned girl snorted coldly: "Ruining the atmosphere of the tavern and affecting our appetite, as an evildoer, you bite back, this is really strange." ”

Feeling that he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, Iron Fistville looked at the girl's companion, the highland warrior Baruch, as if asking for help, but unfortunately the other party did not respond after sitting down, chewing slowly and silently using his lunch.

"I have a serious foot disease after working hard and eating to eat, and in the face of a patient's little habits, can't you forgive him forgively? If you feel sick and unwell, please leave by yourself, I am fine to stay here, and no one complains to me except you. As a member of the Guild of Daggers and Cloaks, Will's outrageous justification caused everyone in the vicinity to frown, even the knight's Aldrich Triss felt powerless, unable to anticipate such a shameless man in the world.

"Not the owner of the tavern, as an ordinary guest, we are equals, you dare to give me an order, and you also damage the tavern's property, what do you want? intimidate, or beat me......? Well...... Dragon-striped viper?"

Iron Fist Will's eyes followed the other party's line of sight at the table leg he held in his right hand, and suddenly found that at some point, it turned into a viper that was poisonous and violent, and it was said that it could bite the ice giant horse with a single bite.

The right hand stained with barbecue oil seemed to be unable to hold the dragon pattern viper, for the safety of his life, Vir took care of so much, and hurriedly reached out with his left hand hidden behind him, and grabbed the vital part of the snake.

"Shhh...... Ah!" The dragon viper twisted and flicked a few times before turning back into its original form, its left hand grasping the broken leg of the table, and the sharp wooden thorns stabbed into Will's palm, and even the famous warriors of the union could not help but cry out in pain now.

"Sit back and shut up, are you still a man? What a disgrace! The reputation of the Sword and Cloak Guild is about to be ruined by you. "Knight Aldrich Triss has experienced the eye-opening scene just now, and he already understands the details of the other party.

'A little trick of illusion to deceive the eyes of ordinary people, this flower-crowned maiden is harmless like a wild cat that has just sprouted claws. The only thing to worry about is the old man with white hair, who knows the heart of the world and seems to know my identity clearly. Why can he still sit so quietly, does he have some dangerous spell that can defeat the enemy in an instant?'

The thick-haired Iron Fist Will pulled his hand away from the leg of the table, he was a little unsure of the identity of the stranger who was sharing the table, and he should be a member of the union, or at least a partner in the alliance relationship, whatever the reason, since someone was standing up for him, Veil decided to obediently shut his mouth and solve the injury on his left hand first.

The pain of the wood in the flesh continued to torture his will, and in an instant his forehead was sweating, and Vir regretted that he had provoked such a terrible opponent, but fortunately someone had already stood up to protect him from the wind and rain.

The source of Knight Aldrich Triss's rejuvenation, his gaze was filled with a different oppressive force than that of the Highland warrior Baruch Stoneaxe, "I swore not to hurt any woman. ”

His gaze crossed the flower-crowned girl, and fell straight into the eyes of the old man with white hair, clear as crystal, as if opening all the spiritual defenses and seeing it at a glance, but Aldrich did not see what he wanted to see.

Then the crystal suddenly transformed into a mirror, reflecting the figure of the young knight, who was obviously using the same or even more clever methods to try to pry Aldrich's mind open.

In the knight's spiritual realm, eight bronze pillars prop up the magnificent temple, bathed in holy radiance, a golden curved dome, an octahedral silver gem shines, and each facet corresponds to a pillar.

The old man who arrived at the hall and walked was slightly surprised to see this gem, and immediately bowed his forehead: "Salute to you, the only remaining knight of virtue, I am Felix, a follower of the way of the oak tree." It is the epitome of your undisguised life, and if you do not die in the middle of the world, you will enter the final realm of mortals in your lifetime, and it is expected to become an immortal legend, just like the great hero Hercules who has completed the twelve trials. ”

Satisfied, he retracted his spiritual tentacles, but the old Felix didn't notice that the mental projection had shrunk in a circle, obviously forcibly absorbed by the other party, but the spiritual realm of the Virtuous Knight soothed his confusion and dispelled all uneasiness and doubt.

Aldrich's spiritual world, a magnificent temple bathed in holy light, began to open up a cubit of water in the core area. Facing the octahedral silver gem, every time it turns, a drop of sweet spring will fall, rippling in layers on the calm water surface, countless fragments of light and shadow are twisted and scattered, and from time to time simple runes are formed to settle at the bottom, which is the source of the caster.

As a result of the young Virtue Knight and the older followers of the Way of the Oak Tree, Felix learns the details and roots of his opponent, while Aldrich Tris inexplicably gains extra psychic power from his opponent, which is used as a catalyst to successfully have a shallow source of spell casting.

Maybe it's because he has a talent for spell-casting, not necessarily from the blood of the nobility, or maybe it's related to a long dream, after all, there are all kinds of strange phenomena there that common sense can't explain.

"Dear Firiosa, give the dagger and cloak guild's caravan guard, Mr. Ironfist Veil, some cure, for his injured left hand is stained with too much rotten ringworm, and I fear that an unhealable wound will cost him his life. And, of course, his foot, which continues to fester, and the other foot is not guaranteed to get sick. ”

The red-haired and green-eyed girl with the crown snorted, and under the repeated persuasion of the old man, she reluctantly took out two medicine bottles, opened a clay bottle carved with a blood-dripping short sword, and poured out a little brown-red medicine powder on Will's left hand, which had been plucked clean from the wooden thorns, and it didn't take long for the wound to heal and close. Then on his right foot, he used a medicine bottle engraved with the pattern of dragon claw, and the earthy yellow essential oil in it fell into the place, and the red rotten ringworm quickly scabbed over and appeared gray-white like snake scales.

"It's a little cold!" Tekkenville felt the hot itch in his right foot disappear, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.

"I added peppermint essential oil!" Firiosa felt that her kindness had not been reciprocated, or that she was angry that the other party did not know the goods.

Aldrich sniffed lightly and found that all the odors were gone, admiring the corolla's ability to use potions.