"Poisoned?"

Aaron, who was immersed in eating, chewed the news, and then put it behind, Archduke Varenna is just a child, not Ron, the son of luck, even Ron, the son of luck in this world, he doesn't bother to care, not to mention this Archduke who can't see the slightest benefit on him.

However, there are some things that you can't just ignore if you want to, and just as he finished his glass and was about to ask for another drink, the door to the tavern was recklessly opened.

Boom!

The wild mountain wind swept in again, blowing away the heat of the tavern, followed by a tall young man who exuded a cold and powerful aura.

As soon as the young man entered the tavern, he looked around, and when he saw Aaron, who was raising his hand to ask for another drink, his eyes lit up and he strode over.

"Are you a warlock?"

He walked up to Aaron and asked unceremoniously.

For this kind of person, you also pay attention to him, the more he is angry, so Aaron generally ignores it, and now he does the same.

Seeing that Yalian actually ignored him, a trace of anger flashed in the young man's eyes, and he slapped the table hard, making a loud noise: "I'm talking to you, didn't you hear?"

Glancing at the other party, Aaron faintly spat out a word.

"Hmm. ”

Wrath!!!

The young man who had been smooth sailing since he was a child was treated like this for the first time today, and in an instant he was consumed by reason by the flames of anger.

He had forgotten his purpose this time, and just wanted to teach the young man in front of him a good lesson, so that he knew the price of despising himself.

"I'm going to kill you. ”

Before the words fell, the young man punched towards Yalian, this punch full of anger could not help but contain all his strength, but also contained a thick frost power, wisps of white qi swaying on his fist.

It's a sight of the chill from the fist freezing the water in the air into tiny ice particles.

If this punch falls on the face of an ordinary person, then that ordinary person will definitely die, either his head will be blown out, or he will be frozen by the chill contained in the palm of his hand, and then his head will be blown out.

However, what he encountered was Aaron, this kind of power that was not even in the Black Iron Realm, even if it hit his heart, it would not be able to cause the slightest impact, let alone that he would not have a chance to hit at all.

Looking at the palm that was roaring towards him, a cold light flashed in Alian's eyes, his lips squirmed, and he exhaled softly.

Call!

Immediately, an imperceptible black edge shot out and slashed through the young man's wrist, and in the eyes of everyone, they only saw Aren blow and the young man's palm fell.

Syllable!

The palm of the hand was frozen into ice in mid-air by the chill it carried, and when it fell onto the table, it made a loud noise, and then shattered into slag.

Breath into a sword, kill people invisibly!

With this hand alone, if Alian can go back to the ancient times of his previous life, he can definitely mix the name of a sword immortal, be worshiped by the people, and worship him as a god.

"Ah...... My hands!"

It took a while for the young man to realize that his hand had been cut off by the other party, and although he didn't feel any pain at all because the nerves in the wound had been burned and necrotic by the black devil's flames, he still wailed bitterly.

Instead of caring about the young man's life or death, Aryan frowned and looked at the plate in front of him that contained food, on which was another peanut-sized ice pellet wrapped in a small piece of flesh.

"Lot, give me another piece of food. ”

In this regard, Aaron could only say hello, and then got up and looked around, looking for other vacant seats, he didn't plan to eat at this table, it was really disgusting.

Seeing Aaron's gaze, the guests in the tavern stood up one after another, looking at the pressed eyes full of horror, at this time they had already run away from their previous impression of Aaron to the country of Java, which is a kind and strong man, clearly a cold-blooded executioner.

Humanity generally has a sympathetic psychology for the weak, and compared with the expressionless Alian, who is now lying on the ground rolling and wailing, he is obviously a weakling, so they forget for a moment that it was the young man who made the first move, and all this is just to blame.

As everyone had left their seats, Aaron easily found a new table, and immediately walked over to a cleaner table and sat down, waiting for Lott to bring the food and drinks.

It was only after Lott brought the food back that the young man broke free from the pain of losing his palm, and looked at Aaron coldly: "You dare to cut off my hand, I don't care who you are, I don't care if you are a warlock or not, you are dead, I swear in the name of the Duras family." ”

"Oh. ”

Aaron faintly spat out a word, and then continued to deal with the food in front of him.

Looking at the unresponsive Yalian, although the young man couldn't wait to eat the young man in front of him, the broken palm let him know that he was not the opponent of the other party, and in the end he could only snort angrily, drop a sentence, and then cover his severed hand and escape in embarrassment.

"You wait for me, I will never let you go. ”

Aaron didn't know the so-called Duras family, but it didn't mean that the others didn't know, after the young man left, the entire tavern seemed to have forgotten Aaron's horror, and instantly exploded, looking at Aaron one by one as if they were looking at a corpse.

Even Lott came over and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Warlock, I should hurry up, otherwise I won't be able to leave in a while." ”

"What, that Duras family is very powerful?" Arien listened for a while, and did not get specific information about the Duras family from the mouths of these adventurers in the tavern, only knew that it was very powerful, and it happened that Lott himself sent it to the door, so he asked.

"Well, Lord Warlock, don't ask so much, leave quickly, I know that Warlocks are very powerful, but can you beat one, can you beat a group? They are half-giants, so they won't reason with us. Lott vaguely persuaded, apparently unwilling to offend the Duras family.

"Seeing that this Duras family is very strong, it actually made you give up such a good opportunity to show favor to me, and let me leave. Aryan looked at Lott with interest, and his eyes flashed with a narrow light.

And after Lott was exposed to the little secret in his heart, the whole person was stunned, his face was blue for a while, white for a while, as if his face was changing, constantly changing at a very fast speed.

After admiring Lot's face change for a while, Aaron lost interest, slapped it, and continued: "Okay, I'm back to my soul, although I don't know what your purpose is, but you should need my help, so in exchange, you tell me what you know about Duras or a half-giant, and I'll help you once." ”

"Really?" asked Lott in surprise.

Aaron nodded, "Of course, but it can only be done within my power, and if I can't do it, it's impossible to do it." ”

"If you can do it, you can ...... That Warlock, may I ask how old you are now?" Lott was halfway excited, when he suddenly noticed Aaron's face, and immediately stuck there, after holding it for a long time, he couldn't help it, so he asked cautiously.

"What? Do you think I'm young? Let me tell you, after a warlock reaches a certain level, his face is fixed and will never change, and I look small because I am highly talented and my cultivation speed is fast. Aaron said with an unhappy face.

What's wrong with being young, is it inevitable that a young age can't be compared to an older one?

"How old are you, Lord Warlock?"

“14。 ”

“......”