Chapter 014: The Bard

The one-eyed man's subordinates didn't show their heads, but picked up the chair and stool next to them and smashed them directly at the two mercenaries who didn't know how to lift them, and then rushed to the mercenaries on the opposite side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wiggins and Karados were on their side, also not to be outdone, rushing towards the ruffians on the other side.

They also didn't show their guys, they killed people in the city for no reason, and if they were caught, they would go to jail, and they would have to pay for their lives.

The people in the tavern who were originally watching the excitement were very dissatisfied with the bullying of the more, so a few good people immediately changed from spectators to participants.

Then, many people joined the scuffle with the help of alcohol, and suddenly the tavern was in chaos.

The poor tavernkeeper stood aside, his eyes wide open, dodging the debris flying towards him.

No one noticed that the expression on the middle-aged man's face was getting harder and harder, like an enraged lion trying to pounce on and bite its enemies.

"Bastard, stop it!" was already in the carnival tavern, because the thick and high-pitched roar instantly quieted down.

And the waitress who was quickly shuttling through the tavern with a plate in one hand turned out to be a person who stumbled and put the plate in her hand on the face of a drinker, and she herself threw herself into the arms of a strong man!

But not only did the drinker with a soupy face not get angry, but even the strong man was not surprised by the hostess's embrace.

Because everyone's eyes in the tavern were focused on the bar, some people even covered their mouths for fear of exclaiming!

Because the tavern owner, who had rested his chin on the bar before, jumped up at the same time as he roared, and he had two pig butcher knives in his hand that he had found out of nowhere, and there was a trace of bright red blood on them.

"Whoever dares to make trouble again, Lao Tzu will chop him with a knife!" the tavern owner was furious.

Wiggins suddenly had a new understanding of the tavern owner at the bar.

He wondered in his mind: maybe he wasn't just an ordinary businessman, but a notorious robber and bandit who ran a tavern incognito?

The originally blazing and frenzied atmosphere suddenly became stagnant and dull, and all that remained in the entire tavern was the sound of breathing and the exclamation that was held in the throat.

None of the guests thought that the tavern owner, who was usually polite and afraid of the hard, would have such a fierce side.

The tavernkeeper also saw the awe, surprise, and horror of the stares that came from all around. No matter what kind of gaze they cast, the effect he wanted had been achieved.

He slammed the bell on the bar and yelled at the stunned diners in the tavern: "Tonight's bill must be counted on your head, otherwise no one will want to stand and walk out from here!"

"The old immortal thing is actually posturing in front of me," the one-eyed man said angrily. "Brothers, leave him alone, cripple the three mercenaries for me first, and then come back to clean up this old fellow. ”

The roar of thunder soon plunged the tavern into chaos again.

The ruffians ignored the tavernkeeper's roars, and the tavernkeeper didn't really fight them with the butcher's knife in his hand, but reluctantly hid in the bar again.

The bard on the high platform seemed to be unfamiliar with the fight in the tavern, and when he glanced at the crowd who had fully absorbed into the fight, he smiled slightly, and beckoned the hostess standing not far from him to fetch him a drink.

The hostess, frightened by the chaotic scene, hid aside, motionless in the face of the bard's call.

The bard shook his head helplessly and got up to get his wine. As soon as he stood up, he was hit the head, and before he could react, another wine glass flew over.

The poet, who was smashed twice by the wine glass, covered his head and turned to see what was going on.

In the corner of the tavern, a drunken man who had drunk too much of it, holding a third glass in his hand, wanted to continue smashing it on the head of the stupid man in his eyes.

After being smashed twice for no reason, the young and vigorous bard was already angry, not to mention that the drunk man was still making obscene gestures to himself.

The poet could not stand the insults of others in any way, jumped up on the ground, stepped on the table a few steps to the drunkard, and then pounced on the drunkard like a hungry tiger to eat, under the frightened eyes of the drunkard.

Seeing that there were new people joining, the people who fought together were indiscriminate, and they all surrounded the poet.

The sound of the poet stepping on the table drew Kradus's attention to himself, and seeing the poet being beaten by a group of people, he didn't think much about it, and threw down the ruffian in front of him, and desperately squeezed around the poet.

The addition of the bard announces that all the people in the tavern have joined in the brawl.

The owner of the tavern saw that the situation was out of control, so he had to order his men to run out of the tavern and find the soldiers in charge of patrolling.

When the poet just got up, he was punched in the face by the person next to him, and he couldn't help but fall backwards and sat back on the stool.

The man who had just hit him had no time to throw a second punch at the poet when he was kicked to the table by Karadus.

"Are you alright?" Karadus pulled the poet from the stool and dragged him into the melee.

The poet roared. "Fuck you!" the punched poet also knew that he could no longer be merciful to those who had lost their minds.

So he joined the brawl again and worked very hard, as long as someone was in front of him, he would knock that person down with one punch, and he would never entangle.

"Niza, Niza. Manid suddenly shouted excitedly, "It's you, it's really you." ”

When the poet heard his name called, he turned around and searched for the man who had called him.

"Niza, here, I'm with you!" Manid beckoned to his old friend after kicking a ruffian.

"Oh, my God!" replied Niza excitedly. "Damn it, Manid, why are you here? Are you here for me?"

"Please wait a moment if you want to catch up," Wiggins shouted nearby. "It's not too late to get rid of the mess first. ”

In front of the sober-minded Wiggins, these groggy ruffians were no match at all.

After a while, these ruffians in the hall were knocked down. Only the one-eyed man who started the brawl in the first place was still standing.

The one-eyed man glanced at the four of them, and after a fight, he quickly walked towards the door of the tavern, and as he passed by the four of them, he said, "If you don't want to spend the night in prison tonight, I advise you to get out of here now!"

"Why should we listen to you?" said Karadus, stopping the tall, one-eyed man who passed by him. "Your men are lying on the ground, and you want to just leave?"

"Because—"

"None of you can leave, come with me first!" a patrol leader walked into the tavern and interrupted the one-eyed man.

"You must get justice for me, my lord!" the tavernkeeper's gloomy eyes swept over the ground after seeing the patrol captain's figure, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The patrol leader didn't speak, just snorted coldly, waved behind him, and a group of soldiers surrounded him.

Everyone in the tavern, when they saw the soldiers around them, lost the arrogance they had just had in the fight.

One by one, with their heads drooping, it was useless for the soldiers to go to their side, and they followed the soldiers out of the tavern.

The four of Manid glanced at each other, knowing that it was impossible to escape, so they followed the soldier out of the tavern and towards the prison. (To be continued.) )