"I hate the smell of fish. The toothless male mercenary shrugged his nose and grumbled as he carried a weapon wrapped in a cloth curtain. He looked at the seafood sold at the fish market in front of him with a sincere expression of disgust, for for a man born in the cold northern interior, the sea and the creatures in it were strange. And the sea fish, which are different from cattle and sheep, but much larger than river fish, also make people who do not know the ocean feel deeply uneasy. The only thing that comforted him was that it was almost noon, and the fishermen who had gotten up early to go out to sea to sell fish had almost dispersed, leaving only the scales and blood of the fish, exuding a faint fishy smell.

"You'd better get used to it quickly, as far as I know, the harbor area of Heartless Bay is not comparable to this kind of small fish town. "Next to the Rotten Tooth mercenary stood a mercenary who was shorter and thinner than him. Judging by his hairstyle and clothing, this should be a man, but there are softer lines on his face, and of course most people are not interested in staring at a man's face so closely. It will be clear that the part of the other person's face that does not look like a man is because Lothar has seen with her own eyes how the networm turns herself into a man. In the words of the latter, this saves a lot of trouble.

Whether pretending to be a man can avoid trouble, Lothar doesn't know, what he knows is that as long as he acts with Qili, there will never be less trouble. As the two of them walked through the fish market, looking for a fisherman who looked like he might be able to give them a ride, there was a cacophony of footsteps and shouting behind them. "Catch that woman!" "Stop her!" and the like, mixed with foul mouth, gave Lothar and the networm a look of helplessness, and they didn't have to look back to know what was going on behind them.

"Hey, hey, guys, guys, calm down, okay? at least make me understand what's going on. The Count turned, and sure enough, he saw about five or six men rushing towards him, and the troublesome witch had already taken the lead and naturally hid behind Lothar, looking at them with half of her head bared and a mischievous smile. The networm next to her shook her head, she knew very well that Qili's prank was by no means such a simple thing for ordinary people.

"Mercenary?" said the man in the lead, glancing at Lothar's dress, disdainfully. Having said that, he was wary when he saw the Count with a weapon in his hand, and if he could, no one wanted to fight to the death with a mercenary like duckweed, because it wouldn't be worth it. However, the men behind him did not allow the leader to flinch, and he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the muscles that had been strong from his labor, and the ugly scars on them, many of which were scars. "I advise you to stand by the side, boy. That behind you is going to die today!"

"So what the hell did she say?" Lothar scratched her head with her left hand, her gaze quickly scanning over the men. He tried to use words to ease the conflict, but out of experience, the Count also silently calculated in his mind that if he fought hand-to-hand with the other party, he and the networm would have a few chances of winning. As for the use of tomahawks, this small fishing village is still within the territory of the glaslion, and the Count of Montenegro will not draw his sword against his own people.

The man in the lead was still thinking about how to avoid the conflict with the mercenaries, but the people behind him couldn't hold it anymore, and a bald man pointed at the snickering Qili and said, "He blinded the eyes of our ship's bow! We are going to gouge out her eyes too!" Dahan's words resonated with others, not only in this fishing village, but wherever they depend on the sea for their livelihood, the captain always has a high prestige and status. Otherwise, no one would dare to pin his life on his ship. And for this reason, it is very unwise to hurt their captain in front of the crew, and those who make a living on the sea are no weaker than those who live on land, and those who are accustomed to pulling on fishing nets and cables are just as powerful in a fight.

This was confirmed by Lothar with her own body when she was in the last town. He exhaled, still aching under the ribs he had been beaten before, but it was not a knight's style to back down, and in any case, protecting the lady was a must. Besides, the people the Count is really protecting are the fishermen in front of him, and if Kiri is really annoyed, God knows what this witch will do. I'm afraid it's not impossible to burn down the whole town.

"I don't think this lady will hurt your bow eyes for no reason, can you be more detailed?" the Count lowered his tomahawk as he made a final effort to avoid conflict.

"Okay, I'll tell you more!" the impatient leader grinned, his fist and voice reaching Lothar's ears at the same time. The blow was undoubtedly blocked by the Count, who had already realized his intentions when his opponent raised his hand. What he didn't expect, however, was that the battle was not a fair duel.

Seeing that the mercenaries wanted to fight back, the remaining fishermen swarmed up, and they raised their strong fists and smashed them into Lothar's body. Poor Count Montenegro, whose training taught him how to fight, is a very different kind of street hooligan brawl. Lothar easily blocked the first few attacks, and deftly dodged the next few attacks, but just as he was about to fight back, someone slammed his back with a chair that had been moved from nowhere!"Click!" The wooden seat shattered in response, and the Count of Montenegro, who had actually been hit, leaned forward irrepressibly, just hitting the fist that was facing him. This time, it is much heavier than the previous net worm. And the witch who was supposed to be hiding behind Lothar had already run away to watch these happily.

"Kill this self-righteous bastard!" "Put him in a barrel and feed him to the sharks!" The hot-blooded fishermen don't care about the severity of their men, the more they fight, the more addicted they become, and the primitive brutality completely takes over their brains. Now they don't care whether the beaten person is innocent or not, and they forget to ask for an explanation for the bow of the boat, and only the perverted pleasure of bullying the weak is constantly expanding.

"That's why I said, you're the idiot. "Skilled mercenaries don't put themselves in such a dangerous situation, and skilled mercenaries know exactly what to do with these mobs. She took out a knife from her belt, looked at the raised fist of a big man, climbed to his back in two steps, and stabbed it into the center of the back of the hand!

"Ahh There was an undisguised murderous aura in the eyes of the net worm, which was the terrifying look that only a mercenary who had really experienced life and death would have. Without verbal threats, the mercenary took a step towards the crowd, and the men took a step back, only then realizing that they were nothing more than a strong fisherman, and that the other party was a mercenary with a knife licking blood and a sharp blade.

But that wasn't enough, the networm walked up to Lothar's side and pulled out his dagger from his scabbard, which was much more intimidating than a knife.

"Ahh The mercenary is armed with a short sword and is ready to slash!

In fact, if you think about it, a mercenary with a weapon is not enough to defeat these fishermen, and the short sword in his hand can stab into one person's body, and perhaps cut off the arm of a second person. But there was absolutely no way to hurt a third person. As long as they rushed up and fought for the price of injury, it was not difficult for these big men to subdue or even kill this diminutive mercenary. But the question is, who will be the first and second to be slashed by mercenaries? They are not warriors, although they fish for a living, and the sea is their neighbor, but that does not mean that they can look directly at blood and fear. So let's run, we've beaten that mercenary anyway, and before we hurt ourselves, let's retreat.

The fish market is completely quiet now. The fisherman, who had been impaled on the back of his hand, fled with his injured hand after being kicked by a networm. The mercenary watched the last man disappear around the corner before she breathed a sigh of relief, sheathed her dagger and looked at Lothar, who was crouching on the ground. "Are you still standing up?"

"You've gone a little too far, and I'm afraid that unlucky guy won't be able to keep his hand. The Count of Montenegro said in a reproachful tone and stood up. Aside from a few bruises on his face, he didn't look bad, "You know I have chain mail underneath my clothes, and these guys' fists can't hurt me." There is no need to see blood, they will leave when they are tired after a while. ”

The networm's tone was worse than that of Lothar, and she wiped the blood from the knife from the sole of her shoe and pinned it back to her belt, "You don't know these people well. Since someone hits you with a chair, someone else picks it up. It's a fish market, and you'll have as many harpoons and knives as you want, and when you get an arm cut off, see if you can say I've gone too far. ”

The Count looked around at the stalls, and there were indeed a lot of things that could be used as weapons. He knew that the mercenary had a point, so he sighed heavily, "Well, I'll try to find a better solution next time." But what about the one we're messing with?"

After he said this, the networm realized that Qili had disappeared in the chaos just now. She bit her lip and stamped her foot in an angry manner, "It was a mistake to promise that witch. She won't do anything but get into trouble!"

Lothar wanted to say something, but before he could speak, Qili's figure appeared in the field of vision of the two of them again, and at the same time she pulled a middle-aged man who looked panicked. "Hey, look what I found! The kind captain agreed to take us out to sea!"

The two of them looked at the expression on the face of the "kind" captain who was pulled by the witch, and knew with their arms that he had been forced. Lothar scratched her head and walked over to Kirly. The networm shook its head and muttered in a low voice, "Crazy." ”