Ronald looked up, and his eyes quickly turned cold. Without saying a word, he took out a gold coin and put it on the table, and followed it quickly towards the man who spoke.

"Die!"

He roared, and before the man could react, he slammed his fist into the abdomen. The man couldn't react, but fortunately, his instinct as a thief made the best choice for him. Rao was so, and he was hit hard in the ribs by Ronald because he couldn't dodge.

Syllable!

His body was also carried by that force to the table behind him. A sharp pain in his ribs caused Nash to grin at the pain. And at this time, he also saw clearly who was attacking him.

Damn!

He held back the pain, picked up a wooden stool and smashed it: "Brothers, there is a bastard boy making trouble!"

As soon as Ronald dodged the wooden bench, he caught a glimpse of several men rushing towards him with stools. Judging by their pace, they were just ordinary thugs, and Ronald immediately decided to attack first. He simply dodged and dodged their flanks. As he dodged, he threw his punch like the wind, striking them hard at the abdomen.

Poof!

A few precise and relentless punches easily brought them to the canvas.

Bang!

At the same time, nearby tables and chairs were scattered all over the place. The big men who helped were all rolling around with their stomachs covered, and their waists were arched as if they were ripe.

The drinkers around them were accustomed to this kind of thing, and they laughed and shouted with their glasses in the air: "Get up, go on doing a few more times!"

"Haha!

Ronald was slightly stunned when he heard the commotion around him, and soon he refocused his attention on the curly hair in front of him.

"Don't run!"

He shouted and lunged forward, knocking Nash to the ground as he tried to escape. As Curly tried to break free, he smashed it down with two more punches, smashing Curly so that his nostrils splattered with blood. At the same time, he simply cut the curly hands, and then pushed his knees up, pressing him face down.

"Give it back!"

Nash on the ground had one eye and his face was crushed into a large cake. He begged for mercy in a slurred voice: "In, in that pocket on the chest......"

Ronald fumbled for a while, and soon found a cloth bag. He counted them, and there were only seven gold coins in them. But he didn't bother to ask why, and after putting away the gold coins, Ronald just gave the curly hair on the ground a kick in anger.

"Get out of here!"

"Yes, yes......"

Nash nodded hurriedly. He covered his eyes, rubbed his aching ribs, and ran out of the tavern in embarrassment. The big men struggled to their feet and ran after Nash like stinking flies.

"It's fucking boring, it's over so soon. A drinker muttered, turned his head and continued to look at the dancers on the platform: "Hurry up, scratch the girls!"

The dancers hurriedly bowed down and laughed with them.

La-la-la, la-la.

Soon, the melodious sound of the organ sounded again, and the dancers began to shake their waists vigorously.

Annina walked over with a smile and praised Ronald: "Pretty good." ”

Before Ronald could speak, a lean man came over coldly: "Three gold coins." ”

Looking at this man who appeared inexplicably, he was stunned.

Annina shrugged at Ronald: "Repair fee." She looked at the man again and explained for Ronald: "The rookie is here, and he doesn't understand anything." ”

"Huh, repair costs?"

The man said again: "You can also call that kid out, but it's a pity that you let him go." ”

Ronald didn't want to make a big deal out of it, so he reluctantly gave him three gold coins.

Annina comforted him: "Don't be sad, with your skills, these few gold coins will be earned back soon." ”

He looked at her, "Really?"

"Of course, for example, being a personal guard. ”

Didn't Anina say that he wandered around a lot? Ronald thought that the beautiful girl had brought him here on purpose. He didn't plan to entangle with her, but just spread his hands and smiled bitterly: "Forget it, thank you for your kindness." Then he picked up his luggage: "Okay, I should go." ”

Although she had a good impression of him, after seeing Ronald's appearance, Anina also wisely stopped talking: "Okay, good luck!"

"Goodbye. ”

Nodding at her, Ronald walked out of the tavern.

The hotel was very close, not far from the tavern, and he looked at the price card--- five silver a day, and the food was counted separately.

After paying for the day's accommodation, he walked upstairs with his luggage. Putting the luggage down, Ronald got down and fetched a basin of water and washed up a little. When he returned to his room, he sat quietly on the bed and combed through the knowledge in his mind. Then Ronald quickly got up and began to train the Ice Battle Technique --- Ice Enchantment. As far back as he could remember, this skill was able to inflict additional Ice Mana damage on weapons.

He took out his iron sword, stood in the center of the room, and began to calmly mobilize the magic power in his body according to the method he remembered.

There was an indescribable coldness in the blood, but Ronald didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

Is this ice magic......

After a moment of silence, his eyes became determined.

The magic flowed down the bloodstream, completely enveloping his body, and a part of it, under his control, began to flow through the veins of his wrist towards the hilt of the sword.

With the release of the magic power, the temperature in the room suddenly became much colder, and the blade of the iron sword that Ronald was carrying began to condense a touch of blue crystal.

It seems that his control of magic power is not in place, and he wasted a lot of magic power when he released it. If it is done perfectly, the temperature change in the room will not be felt. According to the instructions in his memory, he summed up his shortcomings.

After unenchanting the weapon, Ronald silently stored up his mana for a while to prepare for his next move. Feeling that he had almost saved up, he quickly raised his left hand while reciting a mantra in his heart.

As the spell was completed, a thin surface of transparent ice quickly condensed out of thin air on the opposite side of him. But the ice mirror only lasted for less than a second, and then silently turned into bits of crystal, swaying down from mid-air.

Ha, ha.

Ronald's face suddenly turned pale, he gasped for breath and sat down heavily.

Is this an ice battle technique that can be used to fend off physical or magical attacks from opponents...... It's just, why do I have magic in my body?

Thinking about it, his eyes narrowed, and his head began to ache faintly. Damn, that's all there is to me! Why would I see my body lying in an ice coffin!, he shook his head desperately and pulled himself back from his memories.

The next day, Ronald got up early, had breakfast, went out to buy some dry food, and went straight to the city gate. Following the guidance of the simple map, it took him five days to reach Yorktown--- the closest supply point to the Ecklis Mountains in the Kingdom of Falken.

When I arrived in Yorktown, it was almost dusk. As far as the eye can see, on the left is a large dark shadow of the mountains, and the lush forests and mountains together occupy the entire view.

The trees at the edge of the forest were so thick! Retracting his thoughts, he dismounted and headed into town.

He saw that the town was not large, and there was no guard set up on the periphery, but it was very lively. When he arrived at the town square, he found that there were two blacksmith shops and three taverns, and all of them seemed to be doing quite well. After looking around a little more, he found a hotel to live in.

After training quietly until midnight, he lay down in bed and began to recuperate. I don't know why, he can't sleep. But the reason was not that Hal was so nervous and excited, but that he felt that he seemed to be calm and a little abnormal, not at all like a hairy boy who had come out for the first time. Just like the combat skills he mastered, it was a natural instinct.

He's weird.

His deep, watery eyes were full of longing to explore.

But this strangeness turned into a headache again.

After a few hard blows on his head, Ronald stood up. He pushed the window open, hoping to sober up by the cold wind.

A slightly cool cold wind blew through the ends of his hair, turning up the slightly curly bangs on his forehead.

The land was silent, and the sky was dotted with stars. The silver half-moon radiated a soft glow, tenderly covering the whole forest with a layer of white feathers. And not far from it, a reddish moontip looms, stubbornly declaring its existence.

Basking in the gentle moonlight, he closed his eyes quietly. With the passage of time, his mood gradually calmed down. Don't think about it, just keep quiet. Whew, he took a deep breath of cold air and closed the window.

He still wakes up early in the morning, and while he is downstairs for breakfast, he gets some useful information from the small talk of the people around him. After listening carefully for a while, he settled the bill and set off.

At this moment, he changed into a pair of tighter linen trousers and carefully wrapped them with string below the knee. In addition, he wears a silver chain on his shoulders, which effectively protects his shoulders. After a little exercise to make sure that the tie was tight enough, he curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, picked up his bags and walked briskly towards the forest.

In the thick coniferous forest, there are several paths that have been stepped on by man. Standing at the entrance, Ronald quickly recalled his knowledge of discerning directions in the forest.

Departure.

He meditated to himself, cheering himself up.

Not long after entering the forest, he felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot in an instant. Pouting, he continued. Although this forest is dominated by coniferous forests, there are still many slender shrubs in between, and when he walks through this vast forest, he will be scraped by the branches that suddenly burst out.

It hurts!

Wiping the blood from his cheeks, he drew his sword and angrily slashed a thorn that stood in his way. After only walking for half a day, a fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

Grunt.

He pulled out the water bladder and took a big sip.

It's a lot harder than I thought, no, I need to take a break.

Wiping the water from the corners of his mouth, he found a dry place and sat down quietly. He looked up to the sky and saw that it was noon.

The scorching sun fell from the sky above the forest, mixed with a little water vapor and smoke, forming many pillars of light of different sizes in the forest, which looked so holy and peaceful. Under the yellow or green body, colorful colors are hidden inside.

Squeak, coo, clatter.

There was a tremor in the canopy of the trees, and a few naughty birds and beasts were shuttling through the forest wantonly, bringing a lot of life to the silent forest.

He closed his eyes comfortably, ready to recuperate.

Tell me about it.

He had only rested for a short time when he was awakened by the sound of small footsteps.