At this time, it was early afternoon, and the entire tavern was filled with people, most of whom were members of the Chengguan Brigade who wanted to have a few drinks after the patrol.

As soon as the waiter said a word, the guests who were still playing and laughing just now were silent, like ducks that had been choked by the throat, their necks stretched out, and they all twisted towards the white-faced young man.

"Who opened it? Could it be that Baron Yifeng opened it!?"

The young man laughed instead of being angry. In his anger, he didn't notice that the person at the next table was like avoiding snakes and scorpions, moving a seat far away, and his head was deeply pricked.

The waiter looked at him with a sympathetic look.

"That's right, you got it right!

Who in the entire Xicheng District doesn't know that this tavern is a meeting place for the security station, and the chengguan brigade has a large part of the shares?

"Hahaha!"

The little white-faced young man looked up to the sky and snorted.

"Joke! Master, I'm standing here now, what can you do with Master?

The white-faced young man is not a good stubble, and he has made up his mind that others will not dare to do anything to him.

You know, it's not easy to practice these days. A mid-level warrior is the master of the dominant side no matter where he is, how can he bow to a small waiter.

"Oh, the mid-level warrior is amazing!?"

Many people don't like to hear this. Especially a fat guy at the next table. He slapped his face, and the wine glass on the table jumped three times.

Such a movement inevitably alarmed others. On the second and third floors, many guests poked their heads down. Yifeng and Ilabella, and Prince Arthur are on the third floor. Hearing this, Erabella smiled dumbly.

"Yifeng, there's a good show to watch now! That fat man, isn't that one of your subordinates named Ao Lio!"

Yifeng is also a musician, beckoning, and the waiter who has been waiting carefully on the third floor strode over, and Yifeng asked in his ear.

"Do you know that little white face downstairs?"

The waiter took a closer look and said disdainfully.

"I've been here once or twice, and it seems to be called Robin's. The others are not very clear, they should be new! Otherwise, they wouldn't be wild here!"

Yifeng nodded slightly. I saw that the young man was dressed in a nondescript manner, with loose blond hair, uninhibited hanging down the back of his head, but he had to follow the example of His Royal Highness, and gently tied it into a bundle with a half-worn strip of cloth; his eyes were big and bright, but with a hint of the cunning of a small citizen, and he was moving around smartly; his face was very white, but very thin, and his cheekbones could be seen when he was deeply sunken, which was either caused by malnutrition or addiction to wine; he was dressed in a half-worn robe, but with an open placket, and the two sleeves were even half-off; and at his feet were a pair of deerskin boots, and his toes peeking restlessly out of a hole。

Not surprisingly, this should be a silly boy from the nearby countryside who just came to the imperial capital to try his luck. With the expansion of Yicheng's project, more and more such people came to sell some small things, or join the construction team to ask for a job.

What's more, he had the audacity to make trouble in this tavern.

Who doesn't know, in this Xicheng District, you would rather mess with the demon king than with Yifeng?

In the midst of contemplation, with Ao Lio's slap below, most of the people at the tavern suddenly stood up, and all of them looked at this Robin guy with unkind eyes. These people are all members of the chengguan brigade, and when they see someone who dares not to give money, they naturally want to stand up for their tavern.

"The intermediate warrior is amazing! is it level 4 or 5?"

Ao Lio snorted coldly and casually pointed into the crowd.

"Howard, what level do you say?"

A black-faced middle-aged strong man parted the crowd and hugged Banguo's shoulder, like an iron ride, in front of Robin.

"I'm ashamed, I'm Howard, I've lived most of my life, and I haven't broken through the legendary realm, and I'm only half of the fifth level so far, so I can only be a small team leader!"

The words are so modest, but no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like a kind of pretending to be suffocated.

One of Orio's fat fingers was still not satisfied.

"Brothers, stand up and open the eyes of this hillbilly!"

A lean and lean little old man silently circled around Robin a few times, and with a few malicious heys in his mouth, a purple flame in his palm danced again.

This is an intermediate magician!

"Boy, do you have a kind?"

Cold sweat rolled down Robin's forehead, and he felt that his shoulders were sinking, but it was a big hand on him. Behind him, a middle-aged man with a handsome face and pointed ears slowly turned in front of Robin.

"You must have half-elf blood! For the sake of having elven blood, I kindly advise you. Don't make trouble, especially here!"

As the man spoke elegantly, a longbow appeared behind his shoulder. If you're not mistaken, this is an elven archer.

Sizzle~~~

Several people who didn't know the truth of the melon eating people shivered in unison.

Warriors, archers, magicians, these ordinary and rare figures, gathered in this unremarkable tavern?

And that arrogant, unfathomable fat man, could it be a legendary powerhouse!?

There were also a few gangsters who planned to fish in troubled waters, and they stopped their sneaking out in time.

If you want to pay for it like this, it's not a long life, isn't it!?

Prince Arthur's wine glass on the third floor almost fell to the ground, and he looked downstairs with envy and admiration in a sour tone.

"Yifeng, it is said that you have a lot of talents, but I didn't expect that it is really a strong person who is not as good as a dog, and the law god is all over the place!"

Yifeng turned the wine glass in his hand faintly, and the amber wine gently swayed, reflecting the charming brilliance.

"Hey, there is still a shortage of talents! Look, a middle-level soldier has been to the tavern a few times, and he still can't figure out the origin of the people! It seems that this intelligence work needs to be strengthened!"

The waiter behind him hid his face with shame.

Ilabella slapped her hands happily.

"Look, it's about to start!"

......

Originally, this young man named Robin saw so many strongmen, and he was a little timid in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the Ao Lio was unforgiving, his nostrils were facing the sky, and a thick finger poked at Robin's chest, causing him to keep retreating, and his mouth was wide open, and spit was flying.

"Boy, do you see it!? I'm telling you, you'd better keep your dog's eyes peeled and see whose territory this is! Don't talk about a little mid-level warrior! Even if it's a dragon, you have to coil it for me, and if it's a tiger, you have to lie on my stomach!"

This is something that no one can stand it, let alone a young man with strong blood.

"How many people there are!?"

Robin stalked his neck, looking unconvinced.

"Hey~~~"

Upstairs, Yifeng shook his head and let out another long sigh.

Fighting in your own tavern, you can't leave it alone. What's more, with their Royal Highnesses the Prince and Princess by their side?

"I'm going to beat you out!"

Yifeng shouted angrily and appeared at the top of the stairs.

(PS: Chapter 1 is coming!Chapter 2 is waiting on the road!)