Black Thorn Village is just a very barren small village, and the corresponding taverns in Black Thorn Village are not much better.

A dilapidated wooden house, a wooden door nailed together by a few old wooden strips that can never be completely closed, and a sign with wine glasses painted on it, is a simple tavern.

Pushing open the wooden door, the heat rushed to the face, which seemed out of place with the cold outside.

"Hey!"

A strange laugh came out, and it turned out that a person had sneaked a touch on the breasts of the maid who walked by, which attracted everyone's jokes.

Karl glanced at the maid again...... Well, he's fat like a lifebuoy wrapped in several laps, but also, do you expect any young and beautiful maids in such a small tavern?

It's full of vulgarity and noise, and if a noble person comes here, he will definitely vomit and feel that his bloodline has been tarnished, but this is the truest portrayal of the bottom.

"Hahahaha, you lose, hand over the sword."

"Don't you think about it!"

"What? Are you trying to cheat? ”

"I ......"

"Someone is going to cheat! Someone is going to cheat! ”

There was a commotion from inside, and everyone gathered in a circle, so that Carl could not see clearly.

But Carl's face changed, and he heard it clearly, it was his eldest brother Pyne!

Carl struggled to push through the crowd, and sure enough, his eldest brother was sitting there, his face flushed, as if he wanted to say something.

Across from him was a man in leather armor who was scolding him.

"What's going on?" Carl walked up and asked.

The man glanced Carl up and down, pursed his lips, stared at Carl, and asked, "Boy, who are you?" ”

His eyes were a little scary, and he could tell that he was a person who had experienced a fight.

"I am the second son of Sir Dias, the younger brother of the man in front of you, Karl!" Karl was not afraid of his eyes, looked at him, and said without humility or arrogance.

"Oh? It's still a small nobleman. ”

The man was a little surprised, and then continued: "That's right, your brother lost the bet to me, according to the bet, he should give me his sword, now is the time for him to fulfill his promise, as a nobleman, that noble bloodline must not embarrass me as a mercenary, right?" ”

The mercenary deliberately drew emotions from the rest of the tavern in a strange tone, and they were heckling there one by one.

"Keep the bet! Fulfill the bet! ”

Carl looked at Pyne and asked, "Brother, is this true?" ”

But Pyne didn't answer him, just the bruises on his forehead, but he held back.

Seeing this situation, Carl had a rough idea in his heart.

"Well, as nobles, we will definitely not break the contract." Karl said first.

"Carl!" Pyne screams, as if to say something, but is interrupted by Carl.

"Allow me to ask, what are you betting on?" Karl looked at the mercenary.

The mercenary glanced at him and said indifferently: "Chess, he gambled a game with me, but he lost to me." ”

The mercenary pointed to the chessboard on the table, his voice was a little proud, as a wandering mercenary, he had a skill that no one else had, that is, he could play chess, and his chess skills were not bad.

Karl glanced at the chessboard and thought, "Wow, isn't this chess?" ”

Carl's eyes rolled, and he had a plan in his heart, don't look at him like this, he played chess in his previous life, and it was one of his hobbies.

"What do you want to do? Is it because you want to break your promise? Seeing Carl fall into deep thought, the mercenary frowned, he was now worried that the little nobleman in front of him would also learn from his eldest brother, it would be really difficult to do, after all, this is someone else's territory.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise, it's just that I have an offer, I don't know if you're interested." Karl said suddenly.

"Proposal? What? The mercenary was a little confused.

"Then I will make a bet with you, and if I win, then my brother owes you no more saber, and I want you to join the ranks of my father, Sir Dias, and help us in a battle, and you can leave when the battle is over." Carl said.

The mercenary was stunned, he didn't expect the other party to give such an offer, and Carl didn't say all the second half of the sentence, but the mercenary also understood what he meant, that is, he would not be paid, otherwise he could be hired directly.

"Interesting offer, so what do I get if I win?" The mercenary touched his chin and asked.

"If you win, then my sword is also yours, and I promise with the glory of the family that I will never break my word." Karl replied.

As soon as these words came out, the tavern suddenly became lively again, it is rare for a nobleman to vouch for the glory of his family, and as long as he does this, he will never break his word, after all, those nobles regard glory as more important than anything else.

"I'm sure you won't break your promise, but your offer is unfair, I can only get one more sword if I win, and if you win, you can get the sword and let me give you free work." The mercenary shook his head.

Carl frowned, it was indeed unfair, but he had nothing to hold down, after all, he didn't have much personal wealth.

"My leather armor! My leather armor can also be used as a bet! ”

Just then, Pyne, who was sitting on the sidelines, spoke, gesturing to the leather armor on his body.

"Well, that's fine." The mercenary nodded, which was barely fair.

Carl was a little surprised, and looked at his brother, Pyne's eyes were full of pleading, encouraging, and ...... Reluctant? Well, that's reluctance to wear your own sword.

Carl was speechless, how could he be such a big brother.

"Then let's get started." Karl took an empty wine barrel and used it as a stool and sat down across from the mercenary.

"Come on then, I hope you don't regret it." The mercenary shrugged, confident in his chess skills.

"Come on! Come on! ”

The men in the tavern didn't think it was a big deal, but cheered on the two people in the middle of the tavern.

"Hahahaha, open the market, bet on which of the two of them will win!"

"I'll bet on that mercenary, I'll make a natas."

"Poor ghost, I'll give five natas and bet on the mercenary to win, didn't you see the mercenary playing chess just now, that's really powerful, today I'm going to earn back all this month's wine bill hahahaha."

"I'll make a natas and bet on that nobleman's victory."

"Does anyone else want to bet?" The rough man at the beginning shouted loudly.

"I bet, I'll press ten natas, block myself to win thank you."

An abrupt voice stunned everyone, only to see Karl turn his head and smile and place his bet.

"Oh...... Hahahaha, good! Good! Good! The rough man didn't seem to have seen such a scene, so he paused for a moment, but then laughed and said he accepted.

"Good!"

Carl's actions also cheered the rest of the tavern, and for a moment Carl's confident look made them all feel a little intoxicated.

The atmosphere in the tavern was even hotter, and everyone was watching the game, even the wanderers who had been hiding in the corner and drinking silently at the beginning occasionally cast their eyes.

From the very beginning, Karl showed a strong chess ability and launched a fierce battle for the capture of the center.

"The opener, the battle for the center is also ......," Karl muttered the words of a chess theorist, and his hands moved extremely quickly.

After a while, the mercenary's forehead was densely covered with a little cold sweat. Especially when he found that the other party had far more screwdrivers than himself, he was even more short of breath.

"Soldier ......"

Karl commanded his men and adhered to the basic principles of arranging his troops, like a commander in command of the battlefield, and his army was pressing forward every step of the way, allowing the opponent to crush at the touch.

The mercenary couldn't help but raise his head and glance at Carl, whose expression was so focused at this time, staring at the chessboard, only his mouth moved slightly as if he was muttering something.

The tavern didn't know when it was quiet, and everyone who could play chess watched this scene, and they didn't know why they were so engrossed, maybe it was driven by Carl's concentration.

"His chess power ...... It's scary. The mercenary couldn't help but think of such a thought.

"Smack!"

Carl slammed his head, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and looked at the mercenary.

"Your king is dead."

The mercenary looked at his chessboard sharply, and saw that his king was like a lonely man, surrounded by the enemy's elite soldiers, and it was already a game of death. ”

The mercenary opened his mouth, and for a moment he was speechless, he didn't even know how he lost.

"Okay, you win, you can take the sword back, and I will join your army as well, I hope you can do what you say." The mercenary shrugged his shoulders and conceded defeat, reminding Carl that he hoped that Carl's words to let him go after the fight were true.

"Of course, you can rest assured." Carl smiled and nodded.

"Oh my God, you're amazing!" Pine lunged over and hugged his brother, his sword not having to be lost.

"Woohoo! Alack! Alack! ”

The men in the tavern rhythmically banged on the table and made loud noises to express their excitement.

"I'm here to collect my loot." Karl looked at the rough man who had opened the market earlier.

"Hahahaha, of course my lord, this is your thirty natas." The rough man pulled out a money bag and placed it in Carl's hand.

Carl was a little surprised, he didn't expect to have so much money, but it's normal to think about it, there are not a few people who have just bet on mercenaries to win, and now they are almost killed.

Karl held his purse high, and under the coaxing of the crowd, he was like a warrior announcing victory.

"Carl! Cal! Cal! ”

The men chanted Carl's name, and even Pyne clapped vigorously, except for the mercenaries staring at the chessboard, as if trying to figure out a reason......