Someday two months later

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With a strange accent that he had never heard before, an old man with a bear's back and a gray beard entered the tavern. He was dressed in dull chain mail, carrying two sheathed swords on his back, and his face was very raw.

In the evening tavern, many of the guests glanced in his direction. It was also the first time Rodin had seen such a dress.

The old man's face was full of ravines and frost, his forehead lines were very conspicuous, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon. Just glanced at Rodin, Rodin instantly felt his heart tremble, and involuntarily took two steps back.

How can a person's eyes be so sharp, it is like the eye arrow of a martial arts master seen in the previous novel.

This man is not simple!

For more than two months, Rodin had seen all kinds of people, and no matter how ferocious the hunters who hunted in the wilderness, they could not reach such an imposing momentum.

Referring to some traces of the conversations between the guests in the taverns on weekdays, Rodin suddenly thought, is there really a transcendent power in this world?

A strange restlessness spread from the heart.

If, if you have the opportunity to see extraordinary power, it will not be in vain to walk in this world.

"Don't be afraid, young man, come here, I have something to ask you. ”

The bearded man had a smile on his face, but his tone was unmistakable.

"Do you have any orders?"

"Doesn't your accent sound like the people in town?"

However, with his half-baked level, he couldn't answer the other party in detail, so he only gave the old man a brief explanation.

"This guest, like you, I'm new to this town. And I still have some language barriers, sometimes I can't fully understand what you mean, please forgive me. ”

"I have a friend who, like you, has yellow skin and black eyes. ”

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Rodin. Figuring out how to pronounce these two words took him a lot of energy, and Rodin was quite obsessed with his name.

"I'm in for a treat, have a drink!" After speaking, the old man handed the wine glass in his hand to Rodin, stared at him with electric eyes, and in desperation, Rodin changed the wine glass to one side.

"Never kiss this weird old man indirectly!"

After a sip, the Virgi slipped off, exuding a mouthful of fishy sweetness and a hint of hotness.

After inviting Rodin to a drink, he drank himself in the corner without saying a word. There is a loneliness in the back surrounded by armor.

Suddenly, like the first song of the yellow bird, a melodious melody and unique charm of the organ sounded, as if there was a warm, smoke-like hand caressing, making people relax and comfortable.

Sure enough, music knows no borders, and although most of the lyrics are incomprehensible, Rodin involuntarily squints and enjoys leaning against the pillar, and the performance of the bard in the daily tavern is a great benefit.

The old floor-to-ceiling clock against the wall of the tavern pointed to six.

The shouting guests in the hall, the prostitutes who laughed from time to time, and the old men in armor were all intoxicated by the sound.

Gradually, the tune became cheerful and lively, and some of the guests went into the open space in the middle of the tavern, put their arms around a prostitute, and began to show off their dancing, the prostitute screamed, and the guests whistled loudly, accompanied by the musicians, one by one, joined the dance circle, twisted their bodies wantonly, and gave vent to joy.

Rodin was also excited, and he noticed that the old man got up and joined the crowd with a hot prostitute in his arms, dressed in bulky armor, and the night arose, and the guests and prostitutes gathered in a circle, hand in hand, and turned merrily.

Rodin's eyes were shining a little impatiently, although the prostitutes in the tavern were not very beautiful, but their bodies were extremely hot, with plump breasts and fat buttocks, and they were uneven, for him who had never had the experience of observing them up close, it was really exciting, of course, just look at it.

After admiring the demons dancing, his eyes shifted to another object—the two delicately sheathed swords on the old man's seat.

During his days in the tavern, he had seen all sorts of cold weapons: spears, swords, axes, shields, hammers, bows and arrows, most of them were old, new and unremarkable in appearance.

The two swords of the old man in armor are about three inches long, the width of a wide palm, the thin two fingers, the sword body is extremely thin, and the black scabbard is clean and dusty, exuding a gloomy glow, without gorgeous decoration, simple and unpretentious, but in appearance it has thrown off the previous weapons for several streets.

Taking advantage of the old man's dance, he touched these two swords as he wished, and it was cold to his hand, and he could feel the dense texture on the scabbard when he groped carefully. I mentioned it vigorously, but before it was done, the sword was still leaning on it without moving.

Looking back, the old man was still dancing in the crowd, he held back his strength and exerted his hands, and the sword finally slowly left the ground. By the time he raised the sword to his chest, his face was flushed.

Although the predecessor is an otaku, the weight of twenty or thirty catties can still be bearable, and this sheathed double sword is about twenty catties.

What kind of material is it made of, and the weight does not match the shape at all!

"Hey, boy, this sword is good, isn't it? ”

"Whew-", taking a deep breath, Rodin complained without thinking: "It's too heavy, is this for people?"

As soon as he finished speaking, before he could turn his head, an arm about the thickness of his thighs and covered with fluff reached out from behind him, and with a light pull, he took the double sword.

"Oops!" Rodin turned to look, who was the old man in uniform who was carrying the double sword with one hand in one hand?

"Are you interested in my sword, young man, but with your small size, I'm afraid you won't be able to use it. “

The old man said, the tiger's eyes were like electricity, and the majestic body that was a head taller than Luo Lin leaned towards him, like a humanoid violent bear with a strong breath rushing towards him, obviously there was no substantive contact, but Luo Lin felt as if he had been attacked by a violent wind, the whole person was about to suffocate, his heart was beating uncontrollably, and there seemed to be an invisible pressure that contained the whole body.

He was like a haughty and cruel lion, looking at Rollin, a frail newborn elk.

"What kind of world is this, or am I too weak?"

The old man who originally sang and danced heartily invited him to drink turned into a ruthless tyrant.

"Yes, I'm sorry, please, forgive me for my presumptuousness. “

He stammered and apologized, the pressure in front of him suddenly dissipated, and the old man showed a hearty smile like a change of face, as if the oppression just now was an illusion.

"For the sake of your sincere apology, young man, as long as you compensate me for a glass of blood dreams, I won't care so much. “

Whew, fingers trembling lightly to wipe away the cold sweat on his forehead,

"When, of course, no problem. “

Blood Dream, the tavern's specialty, costs about three times as much as Virgil's, which means six Magneti for three days' wages.

But he couldn't resist.

Painfully handed over a cup of blood with an attractive color, the old man's eyes lit up, and the wine in the cup had bottomed out after taking a sip, and he exhaled happily, and beckoned to Rodin with some unfinished feelings.

Rodin thought of his poor hundred or so Marelli, his heart was dripping blood, and he forced his cheeks to twitch, and said,

"If you let me go, my salary will be gone in three days. “

"I don't drink this glass of wine in vain, you can make a request, as long as it's not too much, I can promise you!"

After that, he looked at Rodin indifferently.

"Am I going to open the protagonist template like those predecessors who traveled through time?"

A wave of heat suddenly poured out of his body, and Rodin's eyes were hot, and he blurted out and asked, "Can you teach me that skill, you can deter people with your momentum alone." “

"Hehe", the old man lowered his head and let out a few inexplicable laughs.

"Rodin, right, your appetite is not small, you want to learn the cultivation method of the power of domination with a glass of wine, if you are heard by other veterans, you won't die of laughter. “

A wave of loss welled up in Rodin's heart, but at least he knew that the power that intimidated me was called the power of domination.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of taking the liberty of the matter, then I'll leave to entertain the other guests if you see it's okay. “

The old man groaned and continued, "Don't worry, I still want to drink wine." Your body is too thin, I can teach you some of the exercises of ordinary swordsmen, strengthen your body, and barely participate in some small battles. ”

"Isn't it good to be a tavern dude, as long as you work diligently in the town for ten years, you can at least have a peaceful life surrounded by wives and children. How did you come up with the idea of learning combat techniques?"

"The world is so big, I want to see it, it's scary to think about living in this remote town for the rest of my life. ”

As a traveler, wouldn't it be a trip for nothing if you didn't visit the world?

"What a strange fellow, in this day and age, the days of ordinary food and clothing are irresistible for most people. Do you want to be a mercenary or a bard?"

"Think about it, ten o'clock in the evening, in the grove behind the tavern, if you come, I can point you out.

"Finally, my name is Leviathan, you can just call me by my name, the others are not used to it. ”

The bustle of the tavern does not end until midnight on the first day of the month, when the town's guests go home, and the mercenaries carry the prostitutes to the guest rooms, or leave the tavern in groups. Rodin looked dazed and cleaned up the tavern.

"Hey, young man, what's the fuss?

The proprietress was dressed in a gorgeous dress, and her snow-white cheeks and red lips were like blood, which suddenly woke him up from his contemplation.

A flush appeared on Rodan's face, and he said crampedly: "I'm sorry, boss, I'll clean it up!"

"Hehe", the proprietress threw him a wink in a charming manner, and turned around and left with a happy mood.

It seems to be a good pastime to tease this delicate and simple guy every day.

Rodin watched the proprietress leave, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a lively and glamorous Yanma really made his little heart thump.

"She's just teasing me like a puppy!" Helpless and ashamed, Rodin also had a strange excitement in his heart.

"I'm not shaking!"