The cook was so frightened that she quickly lay down behind the table and slowly moved towards the back door.

"I knew you were going to do stupid things, civilian. Pulling out his weapon to the defender, it was undoubtedly a spy. The three men also drew their long swords, and the finished glyph surrounded them.

"Justice is only possible within the protection of weapons. Siegel took a step back, letting the tables on either side cover his sides, and the wand slipped out of his left sleeve and stopped in his grasp. "Power is within range of magic," he said.

"Come on, get on, you two fools!" cried the pimple knight.

And so it all happened at the same time. The Public-faced Squire picked up the glass on the table and flicked it over, and Siegel turned his head to dodge. Drinks spilled on the walls and glasses shattered to pieces. The Fat Knight rushed in from the other side and hit the table without slowing down, causing the space occupied by Siegel to quickly shrink. The Pimple Knight flicked his arm, and a vague silver shadow shot towards Siegel's thigh. The tip of the wand glowed, and a small bolt of lightning struck the silver light, knocking it off and falling to the ground. It was a dagger that was meant to immobilize Siegel, but now it was stuck on the floor, trembling slightly.

"Three is too little, and I need a whole dozen. Siegel smiled, as if he was back at the top of Mora, facing the charge of a large group of dwarven children, a scene that seemed familiar. The Pimple Knight flipped over his chair with his sword in both hands, the Mass-Faced Squire pulled out a dagger as he prepared to go around the table and surround him from behind, and the Fat Squire flipped the table with all his might, using it as a cart and shoved it towards Siegel. But when the music of the elven scimitar began to play, all this was no longer a problem.

Siegel jumped to the side of the Crowd-faced Squire, hooked up his chair with his foot, and kicked the Pimple Knight so that he had to split it with his sword. A bright light shot out, just stunned the eyes of the public's face. Although Siegel has not yet mastered the spell of blinding, dazzling effects are still easy to create. Not everyone has learned to remain calm when they can't see, let alone defend and attack. The dagger was thrown haphazardly, with no accuracy at all, and the squire's sword was wielded indiscriminately. Siegel swept down the blade of his sword with his scimitar, but was blocked by the gauntlet of the hilt, causing the sword-wielder to retreat in fright.

Janet hid in a corner and threw her stool into the battle, hitting the fat squire. She didn't have enough strength though, and she just made the guy yell in anger. When he tries to run over and grab Janet, the Pimple Knight reprimands him, "Damn, be careful!"

The sword stabbed at Siegel, but it was blocked by the scimitar with a crisp sound, followed by the glow of the wand's tip. Thanks to the darkness of the room, the glow created by the magic was exceptionally bright and dazzling. Siegel squinted his eyes and was prepared, but his opponent could only endure the blinding glare. They will immediately raise their hands to protect their eyes, and then reveal their defenseless vacancy.

Siegel slashed the squire's arm with a scimitar, a wound from the man's shoulder to his elbow, blood quickly staining his tattered sleeve and his sword falling to the ground. Seeing that he was temporarily out of threat, Siegel slipped under the arm of the fat squire and slew at the last man. Seeing that the situation was not good, the pimple knight hurriedly retreated. He passed by the stove in the middle of the room, picked up the mushroom soup pot and threw it over. Siegel dodged quickly, but was doused all over, mushrooms and pieces of meat dripping from his body, and he was embarrassed. The Kimple Knight took advantage of the momentum to pursue, picking up the firewood and throwing it over. Siegel wielded his scimitar to split the firewood, and the sparks were splashed in all directions, and he kept moving forward in an orderly manner.

"Stop him for me!" cried the Kimple Knight. The fat squire pounced, his eyes full of fierce and crazy gazes. Siegel hesitated, and the scimitar slashed away from the squire's neck, leaving only a rolled, bleeding wound in his chest. The fat squire was not at all grateful for Siegel's mercy, he stretched out his arms and held Siegel in his arms at once.

Squeezed, the blood flowed faster from the wounds, but the fat squire didn't care, all he had left in his mind was the thought of dying together. The other grabbed the dagger with his thumb-holding hand and stabbed it swiftly in the direction of Siegel's eye socket. Siegel was angry that he would show mercy to his enemies, and that he would think of mercy that would not hurt his life? This was already a life-and-death struggle, no longer a friendly encounter with the giant Kerry, and the slightest reservation would cost his life. He didn't retain his strength, but slammed his heel into the grabler's knee, the steel heel smashed the bones to pieces, and the fat squire, no matter how brave he was, could only howl and fall. As soon as his arm loosened, Siegel's scimitar pushed outward, bending down and escaping from his embrace. The stabbing dagger tried to keep up with Siegel's movements, but could only be pierced into the thick arm of the bloodied squire.

The wand was sharp and stiff, piercing the head of the Mass-Faced Squire from the bottom up, opening a new opening in his jaw, bubbling blood mixed with saliva running down his face. Janet stabbed the fat man in the back of the head with a dragon tooth dagger from behind, delivering him a fatal blow. With the sound of the two bodies falling to the ground, the Kimple Knight fled, the door of the inn slamming shut with his heels.

"Chase him! He'll get the patrol. Siegel shouted, jumped up from the ground, and chased him out of the inn. As he stepped out of the door, a silver light stabbed at his abdomen. The Kimple Knight hid in the doorway, holding his breath, just waiting for someone to come out for a moment. At that moment, the bright sunlight outside affects the people who have just come out of the dark room, making it difficult for them to see their surroundings immediately.

The sword stabbed against the lower edge of the breastplate, heading for Siegel's kidneys and intestines—that would cause the most painful and slow death. Siegel was unprepared, and it wasn't until the dwarven belt came to him that he knew that a sharp weapon had just nearly killed him.

The sword slipped away, and Siegel felt a sharp pain in his lower back, but he also knew that it was only a bruise from the impact, and it would not be fatal. The scimitar sliced through the pimple knight's throat in a horizontal arc through the air, and then another slash slashed his sword-wielding arm vertically, ending the fight once and for all. Siegel waited for his opponent to fall, still palpitating, holding his hand against the wall and gasping for air. Then he looked at his waist and abdomen: a bruise on the side of his body was slowly swollen, and there was a large gap in the gold belt, although it had not been scrapped, but it would definitely affect the efficacy of this magic item.

I saved my life.

"Stupid!" he scolded himself, reminding himself of the lesson, "never again." He said.

At this time, he heard a whining sound coming from the stable, as if someone was talking but could not hear it clearly. Siegel was on guard and cautiously walked in that direction. Turning the corner, he saw a man with his hands and feet trapped, a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth, looking at him with a surprised gaze.

Siegel and the man were stunned for a moment, and they found out that they knew each other. This tied up guy is none other than Jeff Gold, Sir Bill's blacksmith entourage at Fort Hub.

"Why are you in this place?" Siegel pulled out his dagger, cut the rope, and removed the ball of cloth from his mouth.

"Thank God, Siegel, that it was the true God who sent you to me. Jeff rubbed his cheeks, which were all bruises from the punches. In addition to this, he also had a few missing teeth, one eye was swollen and almost impossible to open, his clothes were in tatters, and his bare skin was all scratched by whiplashes. However, Jeff's spirit is still good, and his strong physique, which he has cultivated in the old iron, still supports him.

"Sir is fine, he's fine. "I mean he's safe, but it's not too good," Jeff said. I came out to do something for him, but I swore not to give out the information. And only to you Siegel, I can say a little. ”

"It's been a long time since I've heard from Sir, where is he now?" Siegel hurriedly asked.

"It's only five days away, with a lot of people, you don't have to worry about safety. Jeff stood up and squeezed out a smile: "Little master, can you get me some wine first, and then let me eat something?"

Siegel took Jeff by the shoulders and walked back to the inn with him across the corpse on the ground. Janet was tugging at the cook's hair and holding a dagger against her throat. The old woman kept shouting, "Spare your life, spare your life!"

Seeing Siegel come in, Janet hurriedly said, "I found out that he wanted to escape through the back door and was going to report the news." ”

Jeff looked at Janet and then asked Siegel, "Who is this, the maid you bought?"

"It's much closer than that. Siegel replied. Then he introduced Janet and said, "This is Jeff, Sir Bill's blacksmith retinue I mentioned to you, one of his own. ”

"Little girl, let me settle this matter. Jeff smiled and said, "It's useless for you to kill her, just a dead old lady, let me tell her." ”

Janet withdrew her dagger and loosened the cook's hair. Jeff spread his hands out in front of Siegel and took the latter's wallet. He set up an overturned table, sat down next to it, took out a gold coin and tapped it on the table, and then said, "It's not the first time I've been here, Silicon, it's not the first time. But who told me this time?"

"It's not me, it's not us, my lord. The old woman hurriedly said, "The people in the village are poor, but they are not informers. We also want you to bring more trade to feed our widows. We will never betray you. ”

"Then why did Slint's men follow me and know which house in the village I was hiding?"

"My lord, when these people came in and ordered food, I prepared mushroom soup and brown bread as they wanted. I don't know what they found, but they went out when I served the onions. After a while, the two adults arrived, and then a fight began. Please, I really didn't say anything. Now that Viscount Clant's men are dead here, you and I are already in the same boat. Mother Earth is the proof that I am telling you the truth. ”

"Telling the truth won't save your life, only lies do. Jeff put the gold coin on the table and asked her to take a good look at it: "What do you say about these three people?"

"They...... They're all robbers......" Before Fleur could finish speaking, Jeff slid the gold coin off the table, away from the old woman's direction. Then the cook immediately changed her words: "What three men? Oh, three knights did come down from the mountain to-day, but they did not stay long in the town, took my bread and strips of meat, and rode to the meadows. ”

Jeff pushed the coin over and said, "Good, take it." Find someone to bury the corpse and dispose of the horse, so that no one can see the clues. ”

"Understand, no one can see anything!" the old man gritted the gold coin with his teeth, smiled happily, and then hurriedly put the gold coin away.

"Don't forget that the grain I asked you to prepare, in exchange for the steppe people, was paid for with real money. Jeff reminded: "Don't let me find out that I am short of pounds or shoddy." At the foot of the mountain, this is not the only village willing to engage in smuggling. ”

"Yes, my lord, everything will be ready. Sehibiscus said. She turned, pushed open the back door, and shouted into the village, "Are there any pants who can come and help deal with the bandits, and the robbers' three horses." Don't get me wrong! There are two horses that are righteous and courageous adults. Hurry up and get some food!"