Chapter 2: The Massacre

"Let's rest first."

He spoke in a low, commanding tone to the deacon behind him.

"Yes."

The deaconess responded respectfully and bowed slightly.

The two of them walked towards the empty seat.

Naturally, he was also glared at by other wealthy people.

Although the robes are simple and ordinary, they are not poor on the whole, and at most they are worn by low- and middle-class civilians.

And yet—

In the eyes of these rich people who spend a lot of money, they are nothing more than dirty clothes woven from a few rags.

Not to mention that the man didn't pay attention to these rich people at all, and continued to walk without paying attention to the stares.

Trouble naturally came to the man.

Just as he was about to sit on the wooden chair, a pair of sturdy calves impolitely straddled the position where the man was about to sit down.

It was clear that the man would not be allowed to sit.

The man seemed to have expected this, and his face did not change.

His calm eyes looked in the direction of his long legs.

It is a middle-aged man wearing a violet pattern tuxedo.

Presumably an earl of extraordinary stature.

You can see it from the short curly red hair that has been conditioned by multiple layers of conditioner and the perfectly trimmed goatee.

The white face was full of discrimination against men.

The appearance of the little white face is obviously not at all trained in combat.

It's not an exaggeration, just find any student from the Wizarding Academy and be able to defeat him.

So where did these aristocrats come from arrogance?

They are clearly no match for the two.

The man couldn't help but look at the door of the hotel.

It has long been blocked by many private guard groups, each of them is tall, and the robes on their bodies have elemental fluctuations, which is estimated to be an additional buff magic to the equipment, which can strengthen the defense.

I see, the group of guards just blocked the door, obviously the lackeys of these nobles, so it was useless to escape.

It seems that there is only one way to communicate.

The man regained his footing and smiled stiffly.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"The location! Uncle Ben has already made a reservation in advance, so please leave. ”

"I see! Do you have any available seats in the store that you have reserved in advance? ”

"Hehehehe...... All the seats are booked by me! ”

The impudent Baron's response made all the rich people in the store laugh.

There was not the slightest embarrassment or embarrassment in the man's expression. Still quite a calm smile.

"Since there is no place in the store anymore, we have to leave."

That being said.

The personal guards at the entrance of the store had no intention of leaving. This is a trap given to men by the rich and noble.

"Did we say you could leave?"

"What do you mean?"

The man asked, still smiling.

"Why do you still ask us today? You're too stupid, aren't you? ”

"I don't think I did anything to embarrass you? I think it's very reasonable to ask this question. ”

"Ahhh Laugh at me! Your poor existence is in itself what makes us feel uncomfortable! ”

"Poverty......? Oh! I see! Do you think I'm poor? ”

"With your tattered clothes and dress, I think it must be a rat from some rural area!"

“…… It's not right to judge people by their appearance. Forget it - after all, my time is very valuable, and I don't have much time to talk to the 'adults', so I'll ask how I want to get out of here. ”

"Leave? Very simple! Get on your knees and lick my toes! ”

As soon as the baron finished speaking, his feet that had been straddling the wooden chair immediately kicked the man's waist, and the precise kick hit the part close to the prostate, which should be very painful, and normal men could not bear this kind of pain......

The man did not show the painful expression of being kicked in the waist at all, and his eyes were still calm and cold, as if the kick was not kicked at all on him, and the baron who kicked it out looked like a fool venting on the air.

This calm reaction shocked the baron a little, this kick should not be light!?

The man calmly looked at the feet that were kicking at his waist.

There was no anger on his face at all, and he was still so calm and leisurely.

"What if I refuse?"

"If you refuse, don't blame us for being rude!"

Such a threat was heard from the wealthy crowd of onlookers.

And this threat is not only a reminder to the man, but also a hint to the guards who are blocking the door.

The guards glared at the man with their fists in high spirits.

It seems that a little "small friction" will inevitably occur.

The man finally looked at the boss at the counter, and was looking at himself with the mentality of watching a good show.

I see.

The manly slowly raised his right hand, pulled the white gloves on his right hand tightly, and made considerable preparations for the next "battle", and his demeanor exuded a condescending kingly atmosphere.

As the corners of the deacon's mouth curled, the door to the tavern was officially closed.

Let me accept the gracious invitation that this town has given me.

It had been five minutes before the man and the deacon entered the tavern.

The two then pushed open the door and walked out of the tavern, clean and untraceable.

His expression was exactly the same as when he first walked into the tavern, as if nothing had happened.

The man walked out of the tavern first, and then the deacon who followed him walked out of the tavern, turned around and closed the door gently, and the corners of his eyes were still bent to carefully confirm whether the door was closed, and then continued to follow closely behind the man.

At this time, a young girl is about to enter the tavern and pass by the two.

The direction is the entrance to the tavern.

The delicate appearance and dress are estimated to be less than 20 years old.

The two of them were not nervous when they saw this. It's just that the man's eyes are a little more ferocious - glancing at the deacon behind him.

That's a silent order.

The corners of the deacon's mouth rose slightly, and then he stretched out his right hand to prevent the girl from entering the store.

Unhurriedly, he showed a kind smile and accosted the girl.

"I'm sorry, but this tavern is closed."

"Rested? But my father hasn't come home yet. ”

"The tavernkeeper doesn't seem to be feeling well. Who is your father? ”

"Well, it's a well-known treasure bead connoisseur in this town, haven't you two seen it?"

"I'm sorry, but my master and I are people who came here from other places to work, and we are not so familiar with this place."

"Is it an outsider? It just so happens that I want to be a guide to this town in the future, and if you want, I can show you to get acquainted with this town! Think of it as an exercise before I become a sound guide! ”

The girl smiled warmly and was inviting with longing.

It looks simple and white, and it contrasts with the corruption of this town.

"It's really rare to dare to talk to strangers at a young age, and it seems that there is indeed a lot of potential to become a loudspeaker."

The male deacons were so admiring and praised the girls.

"Thank you for your approval!"

"You're welcome. Anyway, the tavern owner closed down early because he was unwell, and we left because of this, maybe your father has already returned home, why don't you hurry home? ”