Section 39 Experts

"Just to see how old friends are doing. Essien made an exaggerated gesture.

"Don't do it!" Barsadoni didn't appreciate it at all. "If it was the kind of solicitation you did last time, my answer would be the same as the last time. I don't want to live a life like yours!"

"Don't think of me as so uninteresting," replied Essin. "I'm here for another thing. But to be honest, is it really such a fun thing to fight and kill as a whole and let yourself spin around the edge of the ghost gate?"

"The battle proves that I am alive. Basardoni replied. "It was only in the midst of the battle that I felt alive. He laughed fiercely. "You don't understand how nice the wails of those losers are, the touch...... Got me excited! You know how to look them in the eye...... Looking into the eyes of those defeated dogs who fell to the ground, looking at those eyes full of fear, despair, and unwillingness! It was the ultimate pleasure in the world! They proved with their own blood that I was an invincible man......

He laughed havocly, his voice full of evil and bestiality. This made Cleo, who was of noble origin and well-educated since childhood, feel extremely disgusted. If possible, he would rather stay away from this madman.

"Well, let's get down to business. Basardoni stopped laughing. "You didn't come to me to solicit you, but for what?"

"Oh, the same as last time...... I've come across a tricky troublesome character......" Essien replied. "So my first instinct was to find you. ”

"Let me help you kill?" hehe...... "Basaroni chuckled. "Where's the price?"

"Same as last time!"

"This time it's different, I'm going to see the goods and collect the money. Basardoni replied. "You kid always give me so much trouble. He pointed to a clear scar on his shoulder. "This is the last memorial. ”

"You're not satisfied, are you? ”

"Indeed, when I slaughtered him, it did satisfy me...... But the people who put so much effort into me can't do it with less money. ”

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange a time for you to sneak a sneak peek at your target. Essien said. "Then we'll move on to the next step. ”

After saying this, he turned back to Cleo beside him and made a gesture to leave.

"Who is this guy named Basardoni?" Cleo couldn't help but ask before they had even gone a little way.

"Ah, you didn't see it yourself, a typical mad dog. Essien replied. "But isn't there an old saying that there are no useless subordinates in the world, only monarchs who don't know how to use people. I think it's fitting to use him against Ashrufat. ”

"The Duke doesn't want a murder. Cleo said eagerly. "If you're going to murder, it's easier and safer to get a few muskets or crossbows. ”

"Oh, not murder, of course. Same as last time...... I'm not saying it, I also solved the problem with this Basadoni last time. Mad dogs bite people hard enough. Essien always had a smile on his face. "What's even worse is that this mad dog actually has aristocratic status. ”

"What, noble?

"It doesn't look like it, though. Essien said. "But that's the way it is. He can legally call for a duel...... And Ashruphat doesn't look like a person who will dodge. I'm not saying it, I relied on him to solve the problem last time. Perfect and with no after-effects. ”

"He looks strong though...... But can you win?"

"Oh, dear friend, do you distrust my judgment? well, let's do a little experiment. Essien said with a smile. "Anyway, we'll meet with Basardoni again in the afternoon, so let's choose that time for the experiment. ”

"Afternoon?"

"Well, Ashruphat will be on duty tomorrow morning to pick up Pharysses, and I have sent several men to observe and confirm the route he takes from his lodgings each time. So Barsadoni's request is easy and we will be able to do it tomorrow. Essien said. "So we'll have to meet the mad dog again in the afternoon. ”

"So fast?"

"Ah, who called our Duke an impatient? It is not appropriate to say that, but although he has the ability to plan for the long term, he is very impatient in small things. We'll have to get this right tomorrow and just be patient. I don't think it will take too long for Barsadoni to do it. You don't have anything else to do today, do you?"

"Nope. Cleo replied. The last time I removed the "obstacle" that I didn't know how to lift, it was Essien who was solely responsible, but this time I added him unexpectedly. Cleo knew very well what Duke Byron meant, so he had to be involved in this matter to the end, from beginning to end.

He had long known that Esin was from a lower class, to be specific, a mercenary, and then spent some time in the gladiatorial arena of Eagle Falcon City (where they had just come out). But Essien was at least a normal person, and he didn't hesitate to grab a branch that climbed up the wall when it appeared. Whatever his past background, at least now he was a nobleman, a legitimate nobleman.

"Very well," Essien said. "Come with me to arrange the experiment. ”

......

There was chaos in the tavern.

This is a hotel on the edge of the business district, and this "edge" refers to its proximity to the aristocratic district. Originally, such a place would have become more safe and secure because of this, but in fact, it has become a three-way zone because of the different districts of the sheriff.

Cleo stood and watched the thrilling battle carefully. This is not a common group fight of drunks in taverns, but a real premeditated attack. The plots were none other than Essien – and, of course, Cleo himself.

It was indeed a deliberate attack, fought on one side by one man, none other than the Barsadoni that Cleo had seen today, and on the other side there were about thirty or so ruffians in number, all with clubs. These hooligans were hired by Essien, and of course he just told them to "teach that guy a hard lesson".

Today in the gladiatorial arena, Cleo had already seen Barsadorni's skills, and what was happening before his eyes only strengthened that impression. It's like a tiger fighting a pack of wolves.

In the middle of the tavern, Basardoni was picking up a stool and slamming it firmly on the head of a thug. Then he backhanded a wooden stick that came from behind him, and pulled it down, dragging the attacker to the ground. And then there was a hard kick in the stomach of the unlucky one.

"What do you think?" said Essien, who was beside him. The two men were standing in an absolutely safe place at this time - outside the window of the tavern. So they can watch very carefully without worrying about being drawn into the war.

"I think...... He always seems to be able to ...... Block attacks from behind. Cleo replied with a deep groan. This may seem strange because people don't have eyes on their backs. But this Barsadoni always detected attacks from behind in time, and easily defused every sneak attack. As for face-to-face combat, Cleo had seen it in the ring for a long time.

"yes, that's incredible, isn't it?" replied Esin. "Dear Mr. Cleo, have you noticed...... Not only does he have eyes in the back of his head, but he actually has almost no dead ends. ”

When Essien said this, Cleo realized that things were indeed very strange. Those hooligans are not very skilled, but there are many of them after all. On the other hand, Barcelona was always able to resist their attacks from all sides in time and counterattack in time. Except for those who were besieged on all sides and could not avoid it, otherwise he would not have been beaten with a stick at all. And his attacks are always fierce and steady, as fast as lightning.

If the two sides were not fighting with sticks at this time, but with real sharp weapons, I am afraid that these hooligans would have all been sent to the ghost gate.

"What is this for?" Cleo asked curiously. As he spoke, Basadoni was once again attacked with clubs from the flanks. He didn't dodge, waved his hand and counterattacked, and then came first, beating the attacker all over the face.

"Have you ever heard of the saying that those battle-hardened warriors have an instinctive instinct for danger? They avoided deadly danger in situations where they simply couldn't dodge...... For example, I was in the military and saw a close-range shot from a bullet. Not only humans, but also beasts have this nature. Those who like to hunt do not often say that some wild beast has detected the hunter's track at an impossible distance and escaped in time. ”

"It's incredible. Cleo muttered.

"It's not just a warrior, it's possible in any profession. For example, a sculptor can tell at a glance what kind of work a piece of stone is suitable for sculpture. For example, a tailor can correctly judge the characteristics of a client's body at a glance. These are instinctual reactions that don't require careful thinking, and they are often correct. Of course, this is even more noticeable in the case of fighters. In short, if this instinct can be tempered through countless life-and-death battles, then it can become a very effective weapon. You see, on the surface, Barsardoni is fighting with his eyes, ears, nose and other senses, but in reality, he is fighting with this instinct for danger. He even played 'blind fighting', wrapping his eyes in cloth to fight, because he intuitively knew where the danger was coming from. ”

By the time he said this, Basardoni had already knocked over five or six more hooligans. Now most of the hooligans can't get up, and even the stupidest people understand that this opponent is not something they can handle.

"Wait, I know this guy!" someone suddenly shouted. "Isn't he a perennial champion in the gladiatorial arena?!"

This sentence became the final words of this battle. All the ones that could move fled. However, Basardoni still caught a few guys who didn't have time to escape, and beat them to the ground.

"Now do you think he can deal with Ashrufat?" asked Essien. "Alright, it's time for us to go meet him. ”

They went around the window to the door. Because of the brawl, there were no more intact tables and chairs left, and the floor was full of unconscious or moaning hooligans.

"Barsadoni, it's a good fight. Essien greeted him and said enthusiastically. "It's been a long time since I've seen you show your might...... He really deserves to be an expert in combat. ”

"Hmph, you designed it. Barsadoni saw through the other at a glance. He swirled up and down on Cleo with an icy gaze. "Want to test my skills?"

"Bastard!" a struggling rogue in the back suddenly let out a curse. Then he pulled a throwing knife out of his bosom and threw it at Barsadoni's back.