Although he had been in the human kingdom for more than half a year and had endured a lot of hardships, Arnold's edges and corners had not been smoothed, and if he grabbed the handle of the axe placed next to him, he was about to kill the bear hound, but the boy next to him was faster.

Downton got up, picked up the bench under him, and pulled it out with all his might, like a big windmill.

The Bear Hound flew into the air, unable to borrow any strength, and could only watch as the bench smashed over and hit the door of the head.

Bang, the hound rolled out, wailing in a low voice, blood splowing and staining its white fur red.

"What's the situation?" Jackson, who was eating with a mouth full of oil, quickly threw away the barbecue in his hand, grabbed the crossbow and aimed it at the bear hound, ready to fire.

"Downton, do you dare to beat my dog?" Little Grande walked over briskly surrounded by a group of fox friends and dog friends, and saw that the dog worth more than 10,000 yuan was beaten and bleeding, and immediately annoyed, "You pariah, don't you want to live? ”

"Master, who is this? Jackson glanced at Little Grande and plucked out his ears with a look of disdain.

"You're as uneducated as your dog, do you need me to find a chain to tie you up?" Downton put down his stool, now he no longer took little Grandet seriously.

"Yo he, I haven't seen you for a while, and your temper is growing!" Little Grande laughed angrily, slapped the table with a slap, and the juice on the smashed plate splashed, "Who told you to sit down, stand up and talk to me!"

"What kind of thing are you? Believe it or not, I abolished you?" Jackson was furious, threatening with a crossbow.

"What's your point in talking? Get out of the way. Little Grandet looked at the swarthy crossbow arrows, and was still a little scared in his heart, but for revenge, in order to stomp on Downton's face fiercely, he couldn't care so much. And he felt that the guy on the other side was just bluffing.

This is Morning Mist Town, as long as a guy with a little brain, he doesn't dare to shoot someone for no reason, let alone the son of the richest man in the town, Grande.

Since the last time he was defeated by Downton in public, Little Grandet has changed his old style and meditates behind closed doors every day. Finally, he was promoted to the third order of the soul a week ago, and at this time, his self-confidence was already bursting.

"Downton, this time you are dead, little Grande has been promoted to the third order, and he can blow you up with one hand. ”

"Yes, if you know each other, quickly kneel down and admit your mistakes, otherwise you won't even have a chance to cry later. ”

"What nonsense are you talking about with such a poor ghost? Hit him directly until he kneels and begs for mercy!"

The attendants were very eye-catching and shouted. Squeeze Downton, praise little Grande.

"Hmph!" little Grande was very proud, and proudly raised his chin, completely treating Downton as a trash fish that could be cleaned up at hand, waiting for him.

Jackson was dumbfounded and looked at Downton, "Master, where did this thing come from to challenge your confidence?"

"Master, what kind of master is he, a poor bastard who doesn't even have a silver coin in his pocket. Little Grandet was getting impatient. "Downton, I'm in a good mood today. As long as you kneel down and admit your mistakes, our previous grievances can be written off. ”

Little Grandet's eyes rolled wildly, and a hint of cunning flashed, and this was only the beginning of the teasing, not to play Downton to cripple. Get out of Morning Mist and never dare to come back, he will never stop.

"You're in trouble, do you want to help?" Although Arnold had only been in town for a few days, he had already met little Grande. But for the sake of a new friend, he is not afraid to offend this guy.

"It's just a boring fly!" Downton took a sip from his glass, "Do you want to follow me?"

"Yes!" Arnold nodded sharply, succinctly.

There's no way, he can't get along lately, and he's wondering whether to be a robber, and now he suddenly sees a little turnaround, how can he seize it, not to mention that Downton didn't discriminate against him, and invited him to dinner, the kind of affinity between words made Arnold, who had been away from home and suffered a lot, feel warm for the first time.

"Who do you say are flies?" Little Grandet saw Downton ignoring him, his face turned red with anger, and he slapped the table fiercely, "Hey, I talked to you, didn't you hear?"

The bear hound sensed the anger of its owner and barked wildly.

"Whose dog is this barking? Take it back and keep it on a leash!" Jackson's mouth was very cheap, alluding to little Grande being a dog, causing laughter in the tavern.

"Didn't you say yes soon? Don't you ask about the salary?" Downton laughed, and the barbarians were really like the rumors, they were all rectums, they didn't play tricks, and when they encountered problems, they just spoke with their fists and tomahawks.

"It's okay if you don't have a salary, just be able to eat. ”

Arnold was actually puzzled, Downton was wearing an ordinary linen suit, and the guy next to him called him a poor ghost, no matter how he looked like a rich man, but he ordered a table of sumptuous meals, and a green-eyed one called him master.

"Thirty Kindlands a month, and if you do well, there will be some bonuses. "Downton had asked Hamlet before he came, and that was their salary.

"Thirty?" Arnold swallowed, suddenly a little excited, this is a huge amount of money, he doesn't know how to spend it.

"Haha, laughing to death, Downton, if I'm not mistaken, you sold your family's farm to pay for Elaine's tuition, did you? What did you hire him for? Are you going to rob him?" said Grandet sneeringly at Downton, "and thirty gold coins, and the dragon's belly will blow you out." ”

Followers daxiao, indeed, what Downton said is too unreliable.

Some of the townsfolk in the tavern who knew Downton shook their heads, for though he had a wonderful sister and might have a good future, he was indeed poor for now.

"Hey, Downton must be lying to you, and is going to sell you to a slave gang and make a fortune. Little Grandet was originally slandering Downton, but after saying that, he found that this attention seemed to be good, so he rolled his eyes, took out a bag of gold coins, and handed it to Arnold, "Look, this is the money, how about it?"

Arnold was strong, young, and definitely a superb slave, and little Grandet felt that he could definitely sell it for a high price.

"The dog looks down on people, and the master is now the overseer of the Dagger Mine, in charge of the livelihood of tens of thousands of miners!" Jackson spat at the mouth, wanting to blow little Grandet's head very much, but he also knew that this was a human shijie, and he wanted to talk about the law.

"Haha, did you hear that? He actually said that Downton was the overseer of the mines?" little Grandet laughed with tears in his eyes, "Do you think the mines were run by your family, or are you the illegitimate son of the Duke of the West?"

There was laughter in the tavern, for it was impossible, and the fifteen-year-old overseers and the big foremen of the mine were not good at stubble, so it would be strange if they didn't tear him up.

You must know that the reputation of the Dagger Mine is not good, especially for the townspeople who have returned from their labor, and they almost describe it as a dark lair of demonic beasts.

"You make up lies, at least find a suitable one, as far as I know, you don't even go to the mine for five days, can you become an overseer from an ordinary miner?" Little Grande is Liszt's dogleg, so he naturally knows some things, not to mention that he has inquired about Downton since he was promoted, "You have a hole in your brain, even if Liszt goes, it is impossible for the position to rise so quickly!"

"Maybe he's really the son of the Duke of the West!"

"No, no, it's impossible to have an illegitimate child, his mother, no, his mother is dead, it should be his sister who climbed on the head of the bed of a certain big man and used her body to change him for a supervisor position, so don't mess with people, quickly kneel down daoqian, otherwise the sister of the other family will blow some pillow wind while sleeping, be careful that the big man comes out and kills you." ”

One of the attendants sneered at Downton with a lewd face, and even pinched his throat to imitate the tone of a woman's gasping and moaning.

The mercenaries liked meat jokes, so they laughed unscrupulously, and some even wanted their followers to talk more about it, but before they could shout, the situation changed.

"Look for death!" Downton was furious, and a lunge rushed in front of his henchman, and the giant's iron fist struck.

Rumble!

The attendant was hit in the mouth, and the upper half of his mouth was leaned back, and all the teeth in his mouth were shattered, and the blood was pouring out, and his chest was red.

Downton grabbed him by the collar and pulled it back, his knees flexed and blasted out, right in his lower abdomen.

Bang, the powerful impact force caused the follower's body to bend down, the bow became a shrimp shape, and all the undigested food in the stomach spit to the ground.

Downton took advantage of the opportunity to elbow and hit the bridge of his follower's nose, smashing his nose with a nosebleed, his eyes were full of stars, and he could no longer stand on his feet, and fell to the ground.

Little Grandet and his party were frightened by Downton's sudden outburst, and subconsciously retreated, but the bear hound still remembered the heavy blow just now, opened its big mouth, and bit his neck.

Wow, a crossbow arrow shot out and nailed into the body of the bear hound.

Jackson threw away his crossbow and stepped on the aura of swiftness under his feet, and quickly rushed to Downton, grabbing the bear hound's head with one hand and his front legs with the other, and pulling it savagely.

hiss, like a rag being torn apart, the pet dog worth more than 10,000 gold coins was directly torn into two pieces, and the internal organs and blood were scattered all over the ground.

The fishy smell began to permeate.

Bloodstained, Jackson threw the body of the bear hound in front of little Grandet and licked the corners of his mouth.

The entire tavern seemed to be swept by a cold snap of the frozen ground of the Northland, and there was silence for a moment, and all eyes looked at Downton and his servants, and then their eyes fell on the bloody corpses.

However, the terrible screams soon regained everyone's attention, and the mercenaries saw that the boy named Downton was kicking the stumbling attendant to the ground.

This unlucky ghost vomited blood one by one, and looked at the sunken chest, and estimated that several ribs were broken.

"Master, if you beat him again, he will die. Jackson felt compelled to remind him that Downton was a civilian, and that if he killed someone, he would be sent to the gallows.

"Downton, you pay for my dog!" little Grande reacted, yelling, he was almost distressed to death, if he let his father know, he would definitely clean up his own. (To be continued......)