Alan came out of Otto's tavern with a blush on his face that hadn't faded yet. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't drink much, and his slightly red cheeks were due to shyness.

I have to say that the heroic middle-aged man who has only known him for a few days has a boldness that matches his size, and the only thing that makes people criticize is that he always wants to get Alan to the waitress bed in the tavern and help him complete the transformation from a boy to a man.

"What are you doing!"

The scene in front of him made Alan cry out, and his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword on the left side of his waist.

The sword was given to him by Otto, who, according to the other party, forged it himself, did not cost a few coppers.

Alan couldn't estimate the true value of the longsword, but he could feel that the sword in his hand was more than a step stronger than the second-hand knight's sword he used before, and thus strengthened his conjecture that "Uncle Otto was a blacksmith before he opened the tavern".

On the bustling and lively commercial street, pedestrians came and went because of Allen's scolding.

However, no one stopped moving forward, on the contrary, they accelerated the pace of departure.

Although Lanstel is the center of the empire on the surface, there are not only many incidents here compared to the other places, but they are unusually common.

Therefore, the people of the imperial capital have already accumulated a lot of wisdom in life, among which the most important one is - "It's okay to watch the excitement, but don't be nosy".

The choices of passers-by did not extinguish the hot blood in Allen's heart, he had been mentally prepared for the choices of others, and he never expected to get help from them, and the previous shouts were only to deter the perpetrators and attract the attention of the patrolling city guards.

In fact, if it had been placed in the past, Alan would not have been nosy, but since he had condensed the Dou Qi Seed and advanced to the Bronze Rank, the blood of his youth had filled his chest again.

The assailant, whose cheeks were hidden under the cloak, held the victim's limp body and dragged him into the alley.

The victim who was being pulled did not resist, and it looked as if the two who knew each other were about to leave together.

Alan was not fooled by the outward appearance, and although the victim was also wearing a thick jumpsuit, he saw the handle of the dagger stuck in his throat.

Seeing that the city guards were already walking towards this place, Alan quickly chased after him.

"You don't want to die!"

The broad palm of his hand was wrapped around Alan's shoulder, stopping him from trying to chase him down the alley.

Almost subconsciously, the sheathed sword stabbed from Alan's side to the back.

The sword is fastened to the side by a looped leather clasp, and if you want to remove it, you only need to gently pick it up with your thumb.

This back-stab, which is similar to the sword in the sheath, comes from Otto's guidance, and is the knight's best response to the unscrupulous who is close in the back.

"Good boy, this is not bad!"

Exclamations rang out from behind Allen.

Then, the arm around Allen left, and the large, calloused hand gently pushed the boy behind his back, and his thick and powerful legs jumped back, just enough distance for him to avoid Allen's stabbing, and then, reaching out and grasping it in the palm of his hand.

After feeling that the long sword in his hand was clamped, Alan did not choose to wrestle with the other party, just a little contact, and the young knight understood the gap between himself and the other party.

The second finger that holds the scabbard and the blade of the sword is withdrawn from the jaw, and the hilt is grasped in his hand, and he takes a few quick steps forward, drawing the long sword hidden in the sheath.

Stuttering, turning, stabbing.

The surface of the bright silver blade was already attached to the attacker's fighting spirit.

"Qiang—"

The whirling knight's sword flew out of his hand and stuck on the floor behind him, shaking incessantly.

Just now, the mystic with the scabbard in hand stepped forward in two steps, stuck in the moment when Allen turned and stabbed straight ahead, and pointed the scabbard at his wrist.

The tingling and tingling sensation came so suddenly that before Alan could feel anything, the long sword he was holding in his hand flew out of his hand.

It's also a shame that the other party didn't use his fighting spirit, otherwise, with that blow, he could shatter Allen's wrist bone.

"Uncle Otto, why are you here. ”

Alan was so happy with the identity of the person who came that he forgot to pick up his sword in the first place.

"Your money bag has been left in the tavern, won't I send it to you? ”

As he spoke, Otto handed over a tinkling cyan pouch, which sounded like it contained a lot of money, but it was all copper, and it was not worth a few dollars together.

"No, uncle, that's what I paid for the drinks for the past few days......"

The boy shirked, his cheeks slightly reddened, and his voice was a little low, especially the word "wine money", which sounded a little vague even when Otto was so close.

Alan also knew that he shouldn't be so clear, after all, this elder who also instructed him in martial arts and taught him the principles of life obviously regarded him as his own son and nephew, and where could he pay off the affection he owed.

The young man didn't think about paying it off with money, and the reason why he insisted on paying off the sake money was just because he was taught by his deceased parents when he was a child.

"Fart!"

Xu saw the boy's embarrassment and unspeakability, and the anger in Otto's heart dissipated a lot.

Throwing the cyan money bag into Alan's arms, the bear's paw-like hand slapped him on the shoulder a few times.

In this way, Otto, who was almost angry, let the other party go.

"Pick up the sword," Otto motioned to Otto to leave with him, with a vicious look at the crowd as he motioned for Alan to leave with him.

"But ......"

The young knight glanced at the alley beside him, and his tone was a little slurred.

"I know what you're thinking, but that's not your business. ”

Otto had a headache because he didn't know how to explain it to this brainless little guy.

The children of this period are at a very enthusiastic age, and Otto knows this very well, because he also came from this time.

In Mephistopheles' previous life, parents always told their children fairy tales when they were young, because they wanted their children to remain innocent and beautiful at this age.

There will always be discord in society, just as the tails of a coin will always be accompanied by heads.

However, these dark sides are not visible to the child, because parents will do their best to block them out of the child's world, and only let the beauty and happiness accompany him to sleep every day.

So the children's bedtime stories are fairy tales, not "Les Miserables" or "Camel Shoko".

Alan is only twelve or thirteen years old now, and in Otto's opinion, he is still a child.

The children who grew up listening to the legendary stories have blood and dreams in their hearts, and Otto doesn't want to break Alan's dreams, because he has long been wiped out by reality, he understands the darkness of the imperial capital very well, and also understands what kind of pain this dark reality will bring to the children in front of him.

"Let's go back to the tavern first, and then I'll explain it to you slowly. ”

The two walked towards Otto's tavern together, not noticing the dark-haired man who had been watching them on the side of the road......