Chapter 101: Alan

Several priests in light purple robes were busy in the streets, and the crowd dispersed far away, waiting for the development of things with great interest. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Well, what is that doing?" asked Allen, who had just squeezed into the crowd, to a middle-aged man next to him.

"Haven't you heard, the head of the Knights of Champions is dead. ā€

The middle-aged man who was disturbed was quite impatient, and replied angrily.

"Oh, which regimental commander...... Who did you just say died? The head of the Knights of Champions, the Grand Knight Olivia, the legendary powerhouse?"

The news of the other party surprised Allen, so much so that the voice that was originally deliberately lowered was raised by a key.

"Olivia is your father?"

"Of course not!"

"Do you know him?"

"How can a little person like me know someone!"

"Then what the are you doing, scare Lao Tzu!"

"Uh......" Allen, who came back to his senses, also found that his reaction was a little excessive, and hurriedly apologized: "Uncle, don't be like me, don't I be young and inexperienced, of course it is impossible to be as stable as you." ā€

"Young people just can't hold their breath!"

Seeing that Alan lowered his posture so low, Otto muttered a few words casually and then lost his breath.

Perhaps it was the praise in the young man's words that played a role, and the other party looked at him with the same impatience as before.

"Uncle, I really can't complain about this. Do you know, I just condensed the Dou Qi Seed Advanced Bronze this morning, and I was about to make a big purchase to reward myself, but I came across such a thing as 'Legendary powerhouse died tragically on the street', do you think I don't feel unlucky!"

"Hahaha-"

Hearing Allen say this, the rest of the crowd, including Otto, burst into laughter.

After a while, Xu saw his embarrassment, and the middle-aged man who calmed down said comfortingly: "Seeing that you should be less than twenty years old, you have become a professional at such a young age, and there may be no hope of advancing silver in this life, and when the time comes, you can also be regarded as a strong man." ā€

"What kind of strength can that be regarded as a strong person," Allen's expression was a little lonely, "Even the great knight of the legendary rank has fallen, what can silver be worth? Not to mention that I am not even silver, but just a new bronze professional." ā€

"Is this a blow?"

After a few conversations, Otto became friendly with Allen, and when he saw him like this, he immediately said, "When have you ever seen the owner of a bakery studying the revision of the laws of the empire all day long, and the farmer who plows the fields will worry about the defense of the 'Caghley Line'?"

"The little people have the way of living of the little people, and the big people have the troubles of the big people, since you also know that you are not even silver, then why do you look down on the silver rank?"

"Vision, that thing is a piece of!"

"Child, listen to your uncle's advice, don't be too ambitious. The girls who can be hugged in your arms are your mothers-in-law, and those princesses and ladies who can only stay away and peek at them from time to time are impossible to give you children. ā€

"The saying of 'strong' is relative, unless it is a god who lives high in the sky, there is always a risk of falling, but what does this have to do with us?"

"No matter how many legendary powerhouses we have seen, it can't change the fact that we are the bronze rank, for us, the silver rank can certainly be regarded as a strong person, if you want to look down on them, at least you have to transcend that realm first. ā€

"At all times, it's important to know where you are!"

The middle-aged man's words made Allen's face blush, the other party was right, others can kill the legendary knight is someone else's strength, he is just an irrelevant crowd watching the excitement, what qualifications do he have to look down on the loser?

"Thank you, uncle, I understand! Down-to-earth is better than anything else!"

"Alas, that's right, as long as such a good young man works hard, he will definitely be able to make a difference, Uncle is optimistic about you!"

Otto patted Allen on the shoulder appreciatively, obviously very satisfied with this sensible junior.

"By the way, uncle, who do you mean to have the audacity to attack and kill the leader of the Knights of Champion on the commercial street?"

"Who else, cultist, it's not the first time something like this has happened anyway. Otto replied nonchalantly, in a completely lively tone.

"Ah, there are still cultists lurking in the imperial capital?"

This news brought Eren as much shock as Olivia's death, in the young man's simple worldview, the imperial capital has always been a forbidden area for the evildoer, even at night when the sun does not shine, no degenerate dares to risk being besieged by the major temples to sneak in.

"You've experienced too little. ā€

Otto smiled and shook his head, unimpressed by the young man's thoughts.

"Then tell me what other immoral things these cultists have done. ā€

In any case, Alan was just a young man under twenty years old, and he had a very strong curiosity about this kind of secret.

"Cultists of the evil gods?" Otto glanced at the purple-robed priests who were still busy in the distance, and said pointedly, "The ones standing behind these people may not be the evil gods!"

"How can I be confused by this ....., I don't believe in evil gods, and ...... cultists"

"The imperial capital is prosperous and peaceful, and the major forces get along amicably, so anything that undermines the stability of the imperial capital is done by cultists, and it can only be done by cultists!"

"Uh......"

Hearing the middle-aged man say this, Alan frowned at first, thought for a long time, and then nodded as if he had gained something.

"Got it?"

"I kind of understand, uncle, what do you do?"

Allen was still grateful to this elder who had liberated himself, especially after listening to his analysis of this matter, he was even more curious about the true identity of the other party.

"What do you think I do?"

"You're like a scholar. ā€

"Hahaha," Allen's words made Otto laugh: "Fuck the scholars, your uncle and I run a tavern, follow me to the confession door for a while, and come to my uncle for a drink when you have nothing to do in the future, and your uncle will give you a free order!"

"But uncle, I think you speak quite reasonably, and you see things very thoroughly, and you don't have to be bad at all for those scholars. ā€

These words are not ceremonial admiration, but the words of the young man's heart.

Allen, who came from a civilian background, has a great thirst for knowledge, and it is those scholars who he respects most on weekdays.

However, what happened today made him shake his past thoughts.

The rude-language tavernkeeper saw things better than the most learned man he had ever met, which made him feel that knowledge was not necessarily the only criterion for determining whether he was wise or not.

"That's it?" Otto raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "When you reach my age, you can do it too." It's just that I'm older and have experienced a lot of things, so there's nothing to be surprised about! Besides, if you don't have this ability, wouldn't your 'uncle' be in vain?"

"How can you call it in vain, what you taught me today is enough for me to learn for a lifetime. ā€

Allen's tone was extremely sincere, obviously really taking the other party's teachings to heart.

"Hahaha, it's still you kid who can talk!"

The rather cheerful tavern owner slapped the young man on the shoulder twice, and the emaciated Alan almost fell with great force.

The young man looked at the lumpy muscles on the other party's thick arm, and was quite suspicious of his identity as the "tavern owner".

"Maybe he struck iron before he opened the tavern?"

Just as the young man was suspicious of the other man's occupation, he saw the other party grab his wrist with his wide calloused palm.

Otto grabbed Allen, and while squeezing out of the crowd, he said quite boldly: "Let's go, let's not watch the excitement, let's drink, uncle has a treat!"

"No, uncle, I ......"

Alan didn't want to take advantage of others, so he shirked it. However, before he could finish his refusal, he was interrupted by the other party: "Let's go, Uncle Dao will introduce you to a few more ......"

"No, no, uncle, if I drink, I'll go, and the rest, no, I'll have to go." ā€

Hearing the other party's words, Allen's face turned red at once, and he tried to break free of the other party's palm while incoherently alleviating his embarrassment.

"Alas, what are you running away from a stinky boy, everything costs uncle, and you don't need to spend money!"

"No, uncle, this ...... That ......"

"What's this, Uncle wants to introduce the staff in the tavern to you, save you later, if Uncle is not there, he will charge you for the wine. ā€

"No, uncle, it's right to pay......"

"What should not be, uncle said that the order is free, the order is free! If you want to drink good wine, Uncle doesn't have it, it's just a few glasses of rye wine, and it's not worth a few dollars." ā€

"That'...... Thank you, uncle!"

"Hey, what's the thanks, uncle, look at you! Okay, don't you feel relieved this time?"

"Uncle, really an employee?"

"That's what I said, can my uncle still lie to you?"

"That's okay, I'll listen to my uncle. ā€

"That's right, let's go, Uncle will take you to meet the elven clan...... Uh...ahem, .staff. ā€

......

Otto would not have known how much his words would affect Allen's future, nor could he have imagined what the future of this somewhat timid and shy young man would be......