When Allegri returned to the tavern, it was twelve o'clock in the evening.

In the hall, only a few guests remained. More have moved to the basement, where there are hot strippers and fascinating gambling games.

"Why are you back now?" asked Luben, leaning against the bar.

"yes, something. Allegri did not elaborate.

"Wait," said Luben, who stretched out his hand to stop him when he was leaving, "That Hank, who spent the night in the tavern and didn't wait for you to leave, is ill-intentioned at first sight. ”

"Thank you. Allegri glanced at him in surprise, then nodded in thanks. Lu Ben has always been sneering at him, but he didn't expect to take the initiative to remind him today, but he couldn't change his sex.

He thought as he walked to his room. When I got to the top of the stairs, I remembered that I had moved to the backyard, and I turned around again.

Just as he was about to go around the stable, the big dog barked twice. Allegri's heart tightened, and he looked to see Zenis standing there with his hands in his hands, seemingly carrying two wooden sticks in his hands.

"Are you back?" asked the old man faintly.

"Teacher, I'm going to chop wood. Allegri scratched his head and offered to gesture.

"No need," Zennis commanded, tossing him the stick in his hand, "tonight, actual combat." ”

Hearing this, Allegri inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, but when he saw that the old man was walking towards the open space next to him, he still picked up the wooden stick and walked to follow.

An hour later, the swordsman's apprentice, covered in pain, lay down on the bed with bared teeth, almost exhausted. It was originally a forage storehouse, and the air was filled with the smell of hay and bean cakes. Even the bed was made makeshift and creaked as soon as it turned over. However, Allegri was tired and sleepy, and soon fell asleep.

The other side of the room. There were also bales of hay placed, and the big dog was happy to toss and turn for half a night, and finally built a perfect kennel for himself.

For the next half month, Allegri was very busy. As winter turned to spring, merchant ships flowed endlessly, and the old steward Brin had to recruit a dozen more coolies. Day and night shifts to meet the needs of cargo handling.

And after work, he also has to be trained in knife skills by Zenis. From the simplest swing of the knife to the routine moves, the old man taught him. Sensing his sincerity, Allegri also practiced hard and gradually mastered the relevant skills.

After all, for a warrior, the flesh is the cornerstone of all skills. On weekdays. They need to spend a lot of time honing their muscles and building up their strength. Allegri, on the other hand, already has the physical strength equivalent to that of a mid-level warrior. Unlike other martial artists, what he has to do is to familiarize himself with his body as soon as possible in order to exert the power of the sword techniques he has learned.

"Not bad," the day. After another real fight, Zenis praised. "You have made rapid progress, and an ordinary beginner martial artist is no longer your opponent. ”

"It's the teacher you teach well. Allegri replied gasping. When the master and apprentice play against each other, the round is five minutes. In the beginning, he was simply full of flaws, round down. You will be hit dozens of times all over the body. And now, he has limited the number of hits to five.

"Don't be too modest. Zenis smiled and moved his wrist bone.

The bright sunshine is blocked by the tall tavern. Only from the cracks in the building, a narrow line of light is spread.

After the beginning of spring, the coolies were divided into two groups, day and night, and worked in turns. Today, Allegri was going to work the night shift, so he came to practice at noon, and if he still had time, he planned to go to Beverly's to have a look. In the past half a month, he has only been there once, and he doesn't know how the sisters are doing.

When the wooden door is opened, there is a cleaned courtyard, and in front of the house, there is a newly opened vegetable field.

Beverly was sitting under the eaves, using a double layer of gauze, sifting through the sparkling fluorescent powder, picking out the particles that were too large so as not to affect the modulation of the evening primrose ink.

That's how they make money, mixing simple magic inks or drawing low-ring spell scrolls that Ranaya brings to the mercenary guild to sell.

"How's business lately?" Allegri patted his ass and sat down next to her.

"You're here?" Beverly smiled, looking up in surprise, as she lowered the fluorescent stone powder and carefully covered it so that it would not spill between actions.

"It's the night shift tonight, so stop by and have a look," Allegri asked, "how is it, no one is causing trouble, is there?"

"With Lanaya here, they wouldn't dare," Beverly patted the gravel off her skirt, "In Thran, assaulting a mage is a felony and will result in a half-dimensional prison." ”

"That's good. Allegri smiled, looked left and right, and for a moment could not find words.

"What about you, how are you doing?" Beverly said.

"Not bad," replied Allegri, "in a month's time, I'll quit my job and try my luck with the mercenary guild." ”

"Lanaya also wants to be a mercenary," Beverly complained bitterly when she heard this, "but she is a girl, and it is really uneasy to go out on an adventure." ”

"Sister, that's the best way," Lanaya's voice came, and the girl walked out of the room, raised her hand to shield herself from the dazzling sunlight, and explained, "We can't actually make a few dollars now, a three-ring spell scroll, after removing the cost, we can only have a few dozen copper coins left, what is the difference between going on like this and being in the academy?"

"Spell scrolls on the Isle of Thran, are they so cheap?" Allegri asked, puzzled. The three-ring spell is mid-level on the mainland, and it is not a problem to sell a few gold coins.

"At the end of the day, it's my ring count that's too low," Lanaya nodded and sighed, "and the Arcana of Thraland has the most, accounting for more than half, and if it's a fire or electricity-based spell scroll, it should be more expensive." ”

"I am the fire mage. Allegri wanted to make his presence visible.

"Mr. Igo, when will you have the Time Sensing Net?" Ranaya remembered their agreement.

"In a few days, I really can't get out of this time," Allegri said helplessly, after a moment's thought, "I am now day and night upside down." The only good news was that the night shift wages had doubled, so a lot of silver coins had been saved. ”

"By the way, the money will be returned to you. Beverly patted her forehead and pulled a money bag out of her bosom.

"Alright," Allegri took casually. "If I save up enough three gold coins, I'll buy a steel knife and officially start my career as a mercenary." ”

"We can be together," Lanaya replied, "in that case, my sister won't be worried, will she?"

Beverly was stunned for a moment, but nodded hesitantly.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the evening that the cargo of the last merchant ship was unloaded. Allegri was a little tired, not to mention the ordinary people.

"I'm so tired. Wayne sat down on the stone pier of the boat's mooring, unbuttoning his shirt and blowing the sea breeze.

"You work a lot, you earn a lot," said the night shift steward, a middle-aged man with two mustaches, who smiled as he walked over. Greeted, "Guys." Paid. ”

Hearing this, the coolie had a little more energy. They work hard and sweat profusely, and it's not just for this money.

The pay for the night shift was higher, and Wayne got two silver coins. A smile of relief appeared on his face. Allegri had three, proving that he had moved hundreds of packages.

The coolies rested for a while and left in twos and threes. After saying goodbye to Vain, Allegri also turned into the alleyway to the west and went back to the tavern to rest.

You can go in as soon as you enter. He sensed that something was wrong. The senses transformed by the "Light Godhead" have a sensitivity that is not inferior to that of a half-elf, and there are obviously two heavy breaths in the sound of the wind passing in his ears.

"Who?" Allegri stopped, clenching his fists. Since it was a night shift, he didn't bring the big dog Simba, but this is also a good thing, otherwise I don't know who protects whom.

"Boy," the big man snorted coldly as he came out of the side alley, "I finally got it." ”

"Hank?" Allegri frowned, he didn't expect this guy to be so ghostly.

After waiting here for hours, what little patience Hank had left was wiped out. He moved his fingers, a pair of metal arm guards, a pale cyan glow flowing.

"Where did you hide that a**?" asked Hank as he approached.

"So you don't know?" Allegri was slightly stunned, it seemed that he still overestimated the other party. He originally thought that this Hank had already found Beverly's residence, but he was afraid of Lanaya and didn't make a move. After all, shanty towns are the foundation of most gangs on the docks.

Thinking he was laughing at himself, Hank let out a low roar and pounced. It's not that his gang doesn't have power in the shantytown, the real reason is that he's just a thug and doesn't have the right to mobilize his younger brother.

But no subordinates did not mean that there were no friends, and at the same time as he made a move, a slender figure attacked from behind Allegri, holding a short knife half a foot long in his hand.

Not good, Allegri was awe-struck and immediately leaned sideways against the wall, so as not to suffer from the enemy on his back. The oak stick, which had never left his body, was also pulled out, and slashed diagonally in a semicircle, smashing into Hank's side neck.

He has practiced this type of knife drawing thousands of times, and it is extremely fast. Hank barely had time to reach out for a block, and the stick collided with the arm guard, making a dull sound.

If you have a real knife in your hand, it would be good, you can slip and pick his side ribs. Allegri sighed and kicked the wall, lunging forward, avoiding Hank's counterattack and the tall, lanky man approaching from the other side.

"Kill him!" Hank beckoned, and the two joined forces to attack. The person who makes the short knife is also a gang fighter, but his strength is stronger than him, and his status is higher. They are friends at the wine and meat table, not only have they fought together, but they have also prostituted together, so they smell the same and can be regarded as a deep friendship.

Some time ago, they had planned to besiege Allegri in the tavern, but they still didn't see anyone in the middle of the night, so they had to leave in a huff. Subsequently, the gang sent two people out on errands and did not return until yesterday. Hank, who still has a grudge, finds someone to find out the news, and decides to come here at night to teach this kid a good lesson.

With one-on-two, and the strength of each other was no less than him, Allegri retreated step by step, until he was forced into the corner of the alley.

"Take us to find that **, let our brothers have a good time, and spare your life." Thinking he had a chance of winning, Hank smirked.

The slender swordsman also licked his lips, and the Beverly of the copper compass was also a delicate flower, but unfortunately it was taken by Hank's gang every time.

Allegri was silent, but clenched the stick in his hand. In places like the docklands, people are killed every day and then thrown into the sea. The bodies tied to the stones often do not surface until a month or two later, and even the Sheriff's Office cannot find any clues, and some of them cannot even distinguish their faces, so they have to settle the case hastily.

Anyway, the dock area is a gathering place for low-class citizens, and the deceased has no power or power, so it should be considered that he has disappeared out of thin air.

"Boy, I advise you, don't be ignorant. The tall and thin man smiled grimly. Just now, he was just holding back on the side, and he didn't even have a short knife out of its sheath, and even so, Allegri was hit by Hank's solid punches a few times, and between the pulls, there was a faint pain.

Allegri snorted and pressed against the wall, ready for battle.

Hank clenched his fists and stepped forward, and the tall and thin short knife came out of its sheath, and in just a few glances, several wounds were added to Allegri's body, and blood seeped out.

Seeing the opportunity, Hank punched him in the lower abdomen. Allegri was in unbearable pain, subconsciously arched his body, and was elbowed by the other party and smashed on his back.

Allegri was dizzy and about to die when he heard a plop and someone fell to the ground.

He barely raised his head, and a big man was standing not far away, rubbing his fists easily.

"Brother Logan?" Allegri said in surprise.

"Yo, it's you. Logan approached and reached out to pull him up. Beside him, Hank and the tall, thin man fell to the ground without knowing whether they had been knocked unconscious or killed.

"Don't worry, I'm in a measured position," Logan commanded, "tie them both up, and go to Iron Wolf tomorrow for ransom." ”

"Iron wolf?" Allegri only then realized that Logan was followed by several strong men, all dressed in strong clothes. Among them were two people, carrying a wriggling sack.

"Their boss," Logan explained casually, and when he saw Allegri's gaze fall on the sack, he frowned, pondered for a moment, and said indifferently, "just don't see it." ”

"Yes, yes. Allegri's heart sank, and he immediately looked away.

"Gone. Logan beckoned and turned to leave. The strong man under his command came up and bundled Hank with the tall and thin man, stuffed a cloth ball in his mouth, and then carried away a sack as well.

From beginning to end, they were silent, and they moved skillfully, apparently as they were used to it.

"It turns out that Big Brother Logan is in this business. It was a long time before Allegri reacted, picked up the stick, and limped towards the tavern.

... (To be continued......)