"Don't want ale, a man who can be counted as begging for a living at sea without drinking ale?" Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Ollie raised her eyebrows, and was about to sneer at her when Lukka held her shoulder.

"Let's keep it low, we don't have time to make a difference. Lukka whispered.

Who knew that the guy next door didn't stop there: "Two sissies, plus two little girls, I said, the sea is not a place for guys like you who have not been through the wind and rain to vacation, it is better to go home quickly!"

Ollie's clenched fists trembled slightly under the table, and Lukka patted her on the shoulder.

"I'm still holding a sword, it's not small, and I don't know if it's papier-mâché!" the other man still laughed.

Ollie finally couldn't hold it anymore, she picked up the greatsword, rushed to the man in two steps, pushed the heavy table with one hand, and poked the sword into the ground with a "thud", less than a centimeter from the opponent's toes.

The man on the other side was very diminutive, wearing a large gray hooded cape that was larger than Nora's, completely hiding his face.

Ollie's crisp voice exploded in the air: "What does it matter to you whether we drink or not?

"I wonder if this sword is papier-mâché? Stand up and fight!" she said, lifting the tip of her huge sword upwards, pausing for a moment in front of the other man, and then stabbing straight ahead.

"Ahh

Lukka whispered, "Don't worry, Ollie is measured. ”

Indeed, Ollie's sword looked menacing, and when it was about to make contact with the other party, it suddenly lifted up more than ten centimeters, brushed the top of the opponent's head, and split the opponent's gray hood in half, but did not even bring a single hair.

"......Stand up! Uh......" Ollie's angry voice suddenly stopped, and the greatsword he was holding in his hand couldn't make a second attack anyway.

The hood that had been cut off was scattered over the shoulders on either side, and everyone could see that this shrill voice, thin man, who still held half a glass of ale in his hand, was a little boy no more than ten years old.

The bear child didn't seem to expect Ollie's greatsword to be so accurate, and he froze in place at a loss.

But soon he regained his provocative demeanor, scratched his neatly trimmed short dark brown hair with his left hand, raised the half-empty wine glass in front of him with his right hand, blinked his big shining eyes, and said in a tone that was extremely disproportionate to his age: "I knew you didn't have the guts!"

Ollie was at a loss for a moment. It's really beaten, she really can't do anything to a child, and she can't hold it on her face.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed the ale glass that the bear child was about to bring to his mouth, and Luca's voice rang out: "It's not good for minors to drink." ”

"You dare to touch me?"

The bear child's tears came as soon as they were spoken, and no one expected this to be the case, and Lukka was stunned in place, forgetting to take his hand back.

The diners around were rather calm, and a few quickly retreated into the corner with their food and ale, as if they knew that something was about to happen.

Luca looked at the crying bear child and frowned, did you touch porcelain?

"Bang!"

The door to the tavern slammed open, and a moving hill-like figure rushed in, like a derailed train, smashing through tables and chairs and a few diners who couldn't dodge it, rushing in front of Bear Child and Luca.

The man who rushed in was half as tall and half as wide as usual, with bulging muscles and no hair on his head. The man wore only the simplest vest and a huge hardwood mallet hanging from his waist.

"Linde, they bully people!" the bear child cried with a handful of snot and tears, just looking at the aggrieved little face now, it was really difficult to associate it with the bitter and mean look just now.

The brawny man, known as Linde, did not speak, but stared viciously at Luca's right hand, which was still holding the bear child's wrist.

Lukka hurriedly withdrew his right hand and raised it to show that he had not done anything excessive.

Who knew that the bear child suddenly covered his wrist and lay on the ground, crying even more aggrieved. He rolled on the ground a few times, and a few more red and purple flashes appeared on his wrist, which had been nothing.

"It's all purple!" the bear child cried and raised his wrist in front of the strong man Linde, and secretly stuffed a small piece of cloth into his pocket with his left hand.

"The acting is so flamboyant...... Lukka shook his head, "the dye on your cloth is seeping out of your pockets!"

The strong man Linde ignored Luca, his eyes widened and he stared at the bear child's wrist, and finally squeezed out a few words intermittently for a long time: "Bully, Phil." Linde, hit you!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward, grabbed the placket of Luka's chest with his left hand, lifted him up, and raised a pumpkin-sized fist with his right hand.

Ollie gripped the hilt of the greatsword and raised it flat over her shoulder.

Nora still stuffed her mouth with beef and potatoes with her right hand, but her left hand was secretly rubbing under the table, creating a small ball of flame.

"Bang dang!"

A large tin wine glass flew from the air and smashed right on the bald head of the strong man Linde.

The voice of the barmaid then sounded: "If you want to fight out, don't make trouble in the tavern! How many times have I told you bear boy that you will not be allowed to come in after touching something bad!"

The tears on the bear child Phil's face had not yet been wiped away, and he instantly changed to a smile on his face and replied, "No problem, let's go out and solve it!"

He waved at the brawny Lind, pointing to the back door of the tavern.

Linde tilted his head and looked at it for a while, and finally received back the bear child's order: "Go out, back alley, fight!"

Phil was at the front, the strong man dragged Lukka with him, Ollie and Crete followed, and Nora followed with the last potato that she had stuffed into the fifteenth lunch, wiping her hands with a handkerchief.

The back alley of the tavern is not remote, but as soon as Linde's huge figure appeared, the surrounding people avoided it, and it didn't take long for only six people from both sides of the conflict to be left in this alley.

Lukka was shaken off by Linde, but luckily Ollie stepped forward to hold him up, so he didn't break a few bones on the gravel floor.

Phil put away his tears and said with a wicked smile: "Lose money!"

Lukka straightened his coat that had been caught in a mess: "Not pretending?"

"What pretend, you hurt someone, lose money!" Phil refused to let go at all, "It's better to lose money or fight with Linde, you can choose for yourself." ”

"Lose money, fight!" shouted Linde, a simple-minded man.