The technician rolled off the table in agony, fell into the bench again, and fell to the ground with a poof, curled up in a ball, and writhed in pain. www.biquge.info He was originally a burly man with very toned muscles under his sackcloth shirt, but as a commoner, he did not dare to offend the noble knights of the victorious country. So he apologized, but he was beaten and lost his mobility.

The noisy apology of "I'm sorry sir" suddenly stopped, and the technicians holding the beer were all stunned for a moment, staring at their companions curled up under the table and writhing in pain, and anger rose.

"My lord, this is the Duchy of Bafaria, not Sirisha. The young technician standing at the front stared at the Knight of Sirisha with a red face. He said as he put the beer on the table, his hands free, hanging at his sides, already clenched into fists.

The rest of the technicians gently placed their huge beer glasses on the table beside them, staring at the domineering Sirisha Knight with hatred.

The Bafarian technicians were all burly and powerful, and their first advantage was that they would never hit anyone. The second advantage is that you should never allow your friends to be beaten.

The bearded man was still angry, and he was even more furious when he heard this. He saw that the seven technicians had formed a camp to confront him, and suddenly the whole person fell silent, staring directly at the disrespectful technician, and the steel boots "clicked" forward, and slowly drew his sword as he walked.

With its hideous serrated teeth, Sirisha's "Blazing Sword" was slowly drawn from its broad scabbard. Different from the "Power Sword" of Fort William, which is as white as snow, Cilica's "Blazing Sword" presents a blue-purple color of "high-temperature metal", with a thick spine and a crab shell serration on both blades, which belongs to the two-handed sword system, so the hilt is thick and heroic, and the sword holder is wide and rich, so that the technician can't help but swallow saliva when he sees it.

Because of process limitations, if the steel plate armor wants to meet the hardness standard, the melting point is unsatisfactory and it is easy to deform at high temperatures. Therefore, the "hot metal" of Sirisa, which can withstand high temperatures, is very expensive and is only used to forge swords, not even plate armor.

"You, you draw your sword?" The young technician who was confronting him gritted his teeth and stared at the murderous Sirisha Knight, omitting even the honorifics: "Murderers will be hanged, aren't you afraid of the lord's decree of Bafaria!" he did not retreat.

The bearded knight was stunned for a moment, then suddenly leaned back with a smile, and then the sharp blade of the Blazing Sword pressed steadily against the young technician's throat, pressing a streak of blood. The bearded knight raised his eyebrows, glared at the technician and asked softly, "Even if I cut your throat, do you guess if your lord would dare to hang a Cilicha nobleman in his domain?"

The technician's dark neck was cut through the skin, and the blood was pouring like paint, but he clenched his fists and stood there like an iron tower, not taking a step back, only staring at his opponent firmly.

Even if he was muscular, he would never be able to beat a noble knight - he had no noble blood. The physical strength of the noble knights who have awakened their bloodlines is almost endless, and in order to practice, they even wear the heavy cavalry plate armor that cannot be dragged by a mule on a daily basis, which shows the strength of their physical strength.

What's more, this is a canonized knight of Sirisha. Sirisha's "Blazing Sword" restrained all knights from heavy armor, let alone an unarmed civilian technician.

What the technician can rely on is the fierce folk customs and unyielding will of Bafaria, even if the enemy is strong and I am weak, I must fight to resist the enemy!

Lady Mary saw the foreigner's sword on the technician's neck from a distance, and she couldn't hold back any longer, and screamed, "Sheffield!" and then carrying the black and white maid's dress, she hurriedly turned out from behind the bar, and gently grasped the cold blazing sword with both hands, and pleaded with the knight Sirisha with a pleasant face: "We don't need to make things troublesome, just solve it simply, Lord Knight!" she snapped her fingers at the bar and shouted in a charming manner, "Give the knight two free glasses of cold HB Royal Beer!" Strain through a sieve, and make it the most mellow and rich!"

When Knight Sirisha saw Lady Mary's blonde hair fluttering, he was extremely confident, and this easy sex appeal was extremely charming, so he put down his sword excitedly, lowered his head and pinched Lady Mary's sharp chin, and said, "You're right, beauty, I also like to be simple and direct. ”

Mary smiled charmingly, turned around and pushed the stubborn technician to stagger back, while bowing her head and scolding softly: "Sheffield, you idiot, go back to your table, I'll pour you two more beers!" ”

Young Sheffield did not say a word, and let Mary push him away, although he did not say anything, he was grateful to Madame Mary for saving his life, for the knight of Sirisha was likely to kill, be arrested, and then be successfully extradited by the Duchy of Sirisha. Whether the defeated country dared to hang the military aristocracy of the victorious country is indeed a questionable question.

What's more, the victim was just a civilian technician who didn't care about it.

But Sheffield was outraged. He wiped the blood from his chest vigorously, and went with his companions to support his friend on the ground, thinking fiercely to himself: "That's it? Moritz was beaten in vain? My blood was shed in vain? I am going to leave silently, with gratitude?"

The two Syrisha knights sat down with a golden sword, and talked with their beards and beards: "I can buy two beers with 60 million daks, but I can buy two cups with 1 franc, enough for two people to drink." In your country, since even money has become waste paper, then sooner or later the law will become a dead letter. Stupid technician, you actually told me about the lord's decree? Is that kind of waste paper different from your coins?"

Lady Mary's face was cloudy, and she bit her lip and said nothing. The knight of Sirisha was so happy that he was pulling Madame Mary to accompany her to drink, when suddenly the shadows shifted, and a tall man walked to the table, and the scarlet cloak behind him dragged on the ground, as quiet as a waterfall of blood.

"I said you, lose money before you drink, damn!" In the scarlet cloak, Count Frederick, dressed in a well-dressed waistcoat, tilted his head viciously and looked down on the foreign knight viciously.

Madame Mary broke free from the foreign knight, looked at the Count in astonishment, and saw him pressing the hilt of his sword at his waist viciously, with a bad expression of blocking the road and robbing, and looking down on the foreign knight condescendingly.

Shouldn't the Earl be a little fresh meat who is intoxicated with literature and art?

"What's the loss?" the bearded man from Sirisha had never seen Count Frederick, and was stunned for a moment. If it weren't for Count Frederick's delicate hairstyle, well-dressed, and suspicion of a big man, his beard would have been taken long ago.

Frederick arrogantly turned his head and spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, took out the vicious face of the gangsters who robbed the elementary school students, and stepped on his nose and face: "Of course, it is mental damage, medical expenses, lost work expenses, litigation fees, public security fines and bragging income tax.

The Knight of Sirisha angrily pointed out: "Why are there security fines and bragging income taxes! I have never heard of any state Congress levying taxes on bragging!"

Frederick unreasonably drew his royal sword and slammed it on the table. The sharp sword suddenly plunged into the table, and the snow-white blade reflected the stunned face of the foreign knight. The hilt of the sword was still shaking, and Frederick stepped on the bench and put his face on the other party's face, revealing a bandit-like fierce face: "I said you, you have a polio face, but I didn't expect that even your intelligence will stay at the level of a child." You said it yourself, this is Bafaria, the defeated country has no money, of course you have to set up a name to collect taxes, otherwise where will you have the money to pay 240 million war reparations, bastard! So on Lao Tzu's territory, you have to pay taxes for bragging, you have to pay many, many taxes, don't you find that you are the only one in this tavern who is bragging? So pay me taxes, bastard!"