It is a common mixed building of a hotel, tavern, and brothel in Bracada, with a hall filled with mercenaries, merchants, and prostitutes. The half-drunk, noisy, coquettish, chatting, and bargaining of prostitutes all become indistinguishable from each other, creating a unique atmosphere in this town.

There was a bang, and the door to the tavern was kicked open. A young man walked in, his face half covered in a dirty robe, and the lower half of his face was covered with traces of wind and dust. It is a very common dress in this city, but it attracts the attention of the whole tavern, especially the mercenaries with a lot of hostility, and the violent atmosphere of the way of life catalyzed by the alcohol in the blood makes them sensitive to this arrogant posture.

'Ding', a not very loud sound, silenced the atmosphere and restlessness of the whole tavern.

The thing that made the sound was a small, round thing with a yellow glow that was tumbling through the air and falling into the intruder's palm. All people can tell the light from above at a glance, it is not the reddish dullness of copper, and there is no other metal that can have such an attractive color, which almost all people often see in their sleep.

"I'm going to hire someone. The intruder sat down at a table, his tone a little impatient, but no one thought he was arrogant. The thing between the fingers is basically a pass for any action anywhere. "Choose yourselves the best man among you, and if he can get by my hand again, I will hire him. One day, one gold coin. ”

It's just one day, and it's a hundred times the average monthly salary. A small half of the people in the tavern stood on the spot, all of them holding their own food in their hands, looking murderously at their competitors. After evaluating each other, some of them slowly sat down on their own.

"Put down your weapons, I don't want to cause any more trouble to the magistrate, just empty hands. The intruder asked for a glass of wine and began to drink it, without even glancing at the group.

The merchant and the prostitute, all those who were still seated, hurried upstairs, and the bartender and the proprietor watched and tried to stop it, but they did not have the courage to stop it.

The remaining job seekers began to kick away the tables and stools one by one, making way for an open space. I don't know which hand was the first to move, and immediately a chaotic physical fight began.

The muffled sound of flesh and flesh crashing, the occasional cracking of bones and screams, and the occasional shouts added to the fun. Dozens of fists, feet, fingers, elbows, knees, heads, and teeth flew all over the field, and all the organs that could be used for attack were fully functioning to try to leave their mark on the opponent's flesh. It's definitely a rare spectacle. But the instigator of the scene seemed to be of little interest, and still sat at the table by the door, taking a cup and drinking it in small sips, occasionally looking up, and immediately frowning, as if very dissatisfied.

This is already the thirteenth, and each one repeats the same words. From the fourth he asked for a beer, and now he himself has drunk a little too much. He began to wonder if he would collapse the mercenary industry in Bracada by doing so. Worried, he suddenly discovered something quite interesting.

The sound of flesh clashing gradually decreased, and finally, like the previous twelve, finally stood a champion with a blue nose and swollen face among the lying bodies of his peers.

"I'm the strongest!" the champion exclaimed with a sense of accomplishment as he wiped his nosebleed.

"Why are you the strongest?" the gold coin was still bouncing between his fingers, and the person who flicked the gold coin seemed to be a little drunk.

"Because I was the only one standing last and all the opponents fell, of course I was the strongest. "The champion is very proud, and it keeps flowing

The nosebleed is a testimony to his glory.

"Really?" the question dragged on for a long time.

"yes!" the champion was sure that the last word had not yet been fully uttered, and immediately he heard the sound of a bone shattering from his jaw, and then five teeth came out of his mouth and three went into his stomach. In the end, the pain hit him and knocked him unconscious.

"Seems to be the strongest of you?" asked the drunken presenter. He watched the eventual victor from the start, watching him get knocked to the ground with a punch right from the start. The position of the fall is very coincidental, just in a place where it is not easy to be stepped on, and the posture of the fall is even better, so that he can jump up from the ground in the shortest time and deliver the most powerful blow.

"I was the strongest, if it weren't for the fact that I was too hungry and too weak, I wouldn't have had to use such despicable means. The final victor's voice was weak, and his body seemed to be a little unsteady, and the blow had used almost all of his physical strength. It was a very thin, embarrassed man, with his hair so messy that he half covered his face, and his tattered clothes showed off his thin but still good body.

"Now can I get this job by knocking you down again?" the final victor is to sprint towards the goal.

"Why don't you use this method? At least it turns out that you're the strongest. The drunken man looked at him with a smile.

The victor did not speak, and walked towards him step by step. With every step he takes, he is accumulating his strength and fighting spirit.

Got closer. The victor knows that if he wants to be a real victor, all hope lies in this blow, and he has no remaining strength and opportunity. The drunken man in front of him was still looking at him with a drunken smile.

The left shoulder shook forward, the left foot stepped forward, and the right hand swung out a punch that had been condensed for a long time. Kara screamed, and the best wine table was shattered by the punch, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

But the fist that was so powerful was caught, just as he was running out of strength to break the table. This is a good time, as long as he takes advantage of the situation and twists forward, he will never want to make such a powerful blow again in his life.

He knew he was losing. Even when you're physically fit, you're probably not an opponent. He had been wandering around this strange city for days and hungry for a few days, and he had spent all his remaining hopes and hopes on this opportunity. A futile sorrow at the end of a desperate situation came over him, and his hands and feet went limp and he almost collapsed.

But he immediately felt the little yellow thing stuffed into his fist. "You passed. Now I want you to eat something, take a shower, and rest comfortably for the night. He was pleasantly surprised by these words. He turned his head to look at the man who was speaking.

The two of them saw each other's faces clearly at such a close distance, and at the same time were surprised: "It's you?"

In the evening, in his room at one of the best inns in Bracada, Asa lay in bed and carefully recalled what he had seen in the lair of the big-eared monster.

The terrain, the number of big-eared monsters, the wariness and attitude towards him, and the cave where Chrisse was being held. Indeed, as Lord Porugan said, it seems that this is only the first time they have done such a thing, and their experience and vigilance are far behind. There should be a good chance.

Just now, when he was still in the midst of those troubles and annoyances, he was suddenly reminded by the phrase 'his own way' from Master Porugan. This is indeed the case, it should have been like this a long time ago, Asa immediately planned to use the method that he was very accustomed to and good at to solve and eliminate this headache that caused him a headache.

Of course, this is not an easy thing, a helper is a must, but not too much. So he began to go to the taverns in the city to find the right person, but he didn't expect to find an old acquaintance after searching almost all the taverns.

Rodhart walked in, and although he looked much thinner than he had been a little over a month ago, the perfect lines of his muscles and bones exposed in his bare upper body still showed his good physique. He had just eaten the best meal he could have in Bracada before taking a shower in the hotel's special large bathhouse, which refreshed him a lot. His hair and face were cleaned, and he still looked as handsome and straight as before.

"Get some sleep, I'll call you tomorrow when it's time to go. Asa bounced out of bed and pointed to the clothes and a sword he had just been asked to buy. "That's for you. ”

Rodhart was still silent, and he hadn't spoken until the two of them had recognized each other. But his eyes kept jumping, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Thank you. Rodhart suddenly bowed to Asa. "It doesn't matter if it's today, it's the same thing as before. I really appreciate you. ”

Suddenly seeing him come like this, Asa hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No need.... Are the villagers all right?"

"They're all fine," Rodhart said, "I swindled a lot of money out of Airy City and ran away with them. They've now found a place to settle down. It's just that no one can go back. His expression didn't fluctuate much when he mentioned it. It seemed that he had come out of great sadness and self-blame. This is not an easy task.

Asa noticed a wound on the corner of his mouth, which was supposed to be caused by a kick in his face. The innocence and vitality of his former face have been washed away by pain and cruelty, making him no longer look childish, but strong and resolute. This temperament and his already handsome face are blended together to form a kind of good-looking appearance unique to men.

Asa shook his head and said, "No, you can go back, no one knows what you have done." They were all dead. ”

Rodhart shook his head very lonely: "They may be able to, but I can't, I don't have the face to face them anymore." They don't want to see me anymore. That's why I came here alone to eat, who knows.—" He smiled self-deprecatingly. "It wasn't easy to eat. ”

"It's not easy. Asa was a little emotional, remembering that he was hungry and waiting for food in Airy's tavern more than a month ago, and now the positions of the two were just reversed.

Rodhart smiled wryly and said, "But now there are a lot of people who want to catch me for dinner." I heard that none of the ministers and magistrates of Airy have returned, could it be you....."

Asa said, "I didn't kill them, but they all died." "The things in the middle are too bizarre and weird for him to say.

"Now the account has come to my head. I went back with the seal of the minister to cheat money, and it has become the only clue in this case, and I have been wanted by the whole country. Luckily, my face was covered in blood, and no one could see me. Rodhart looked at Asa sincerely. "I really appreciate you, really thank you. ”

But Asa was a little afraid of this kind of affection that others had invested in him, and waved his hand again and again and said impatiently: "No thanks, no thanks, I will ask you to help tomorrow." ”

"Good. Rodhart replied forcefully.