Medieval Empire Soldier

   Chapter 20 Twenty · Troubled and Nosy

   "Don't get involved for the time being, Huss, this down-and-out ranger is hiding."

   "But, that guy doesn't look like a strong opponent at all."

  Luther Huss is a prophecy, and the scene is oriented to dramatic development.

   The Rogue Ranger was pulled up like a chicken by the strong man, and waved his arms in vain, but he couldn't even touch the corners of the strong man's clothes, and his fluttering appearance was very funny.

  Under the roar of everyone in the tavern, the strong man slammed the Rogue Ranger to the ground, and the cycle went on and on for four or five times.

   The skinny Ranger was also powerless to resist, but while being beaten passively, he uttered fluent "scented sentences", and in a short period of time, he greeted all the women from the top to the bottom of the eighteenth generation.

   "Good good!"

"beat him!"

   "Say hello to that guy's face!" people roared.

   The unilateral bullying of the gladiator made the drunks in the tavern cheer him loudly, and the thin ranger's actions made the people present laugh.

   Many people ordered a glass of wine, and the tavern maids smiled and gave them a corresponding commission for each glass of wine. The tavern owner Felda instructed his bartenders to move out more wine barrels.

   The strong man couldn't help but feel arrogant under the crowd, and the strength in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. The thin Ranger's face was dirty, but now his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the corners of his mouth were obviously swollen.

  Lutherhus couldn't help getting up and walking over, but Laren didn't stop him this time.

  Lyren glanced in the other direction, three tavern guards were coming down from the tower, their faces full of alcohol.

   "Speak hard!" The strong man was infuriated by the thin ranger's continuous words, and he laughed in anger, his face full of grimness: "I will send you to see Pastor Moore!"

   stretched out his hand to gather strength, swung it round, and slashed at the ranger.

   made a powerful note. Seeing that the latter was about to suffer, Luther Huss was quick-witted and blocked his right arm in front of the thin ranger.

   The brawny man with a long beard subconsciously pulled back, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at the young bald head in front of him.

   "Go away!"

   The strong man couldn't help but strode forward, trying to push away the nosy guy in front of him.

   "No." Luther Huss showed his determination with his actions, took a step and stopped in front of him.

   "I say it again, get out!"

   The guy who didn't know the good and bad before meeting, still stood there, the strong man continued: "Want to stand up for this guy?"

   "Then you will take the rest of the suffering for him!"

   The strong man's face was shaking. Since there is a desperate guy who will die, then he doesn't need to care about the severity of the attack.

   A big hand slapped his head and covered his face.

  Luther Hus's strength is still weak, he has not received a professional training, and he does not know how to fight back.

   On the other hand, the strength of a sturdy man is far superior to that of ordinary people. From the perspective of physical strength, there are elites. ,

   After the acolyte barely dodged a few punches, it was obvious that his hands and feet were a little flustered, and he was not strong enough to take a few punches.

   While parrying, he retreated to the aisle between the wooden tables.

   The unfortunate ranger who picked up the package in the corner was looking at both sides of the fight with strange eyes, but did not respond for a while.

  When Luther Huss got up, Laylen also stood up, the eyes of several people in the tavern who had been staring at him became more and more fierce, and someone moved slightly and moved closer to him.

   Several strong men who also continued to have two long beards stopped, as if they were not sure about Laren's strength.

  Lyren glanced for a week, separated by two long tables, and thought to himself, "This guy Hus has been beaten enough, it's time to save the game."

   "How dare you hide? Grandpa, I've had enough fun, get out of here!"

   Taking advantage of the gap in the acolyte's defense, the strong man seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and delivered a punch, slamming into Luther Huss' chest with a dull force.

   The latter took two steps back, only to feel a pain in his chest, as if he didn't catch his breath.

   The strong man in front of him trembled, leaving no chance to react as he punched straight in the face.

The    skill [Reckless Impact] is activated!

   Behind Luther Huss, a figure rushed over, took a step, raised his legs and knees, and reached the strong man's abdomen.

   The strong man took a few steps back and almost fell on the stairs, but he didn't fall down by grabbing a wooden post.

   The pain in his abdomen made him unable to lift up his energy, so he took a deep breath and stared blankly at the figure that appeared behind him.

  Lyren took just one move to separate the situation.

   The strong man's companions came up from all around, staring at Lailun with no good intentions, clenching their fists.

   The drinkers in the adjacent seats realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly moved to the outer circle.

  The tavern maids and bartenders neatly put away the drinks around them, and the back kitchen of the tavern was silent. The two chefs heard the fighting and walked out of the kitchen door, leaning on the wooden sill and watching.

   "Hey! What are you doing? Dare to make trouble in our tavern?"

   A sudden voice sounded from the other side, and an old tavern guard who looked in his forties, with a wrinkled face and a one-eye patch, flushed and shouted sharply.

   His only remaining eye swept back and forth: "I'm tired of living? Don't know the rules?"

"No no"

  Lyren turned around and said cheerfully.

   He stretched out his hand and patted Luther Huss next to him: "My friend has always been a guy who doesn't like to bully the soft and fear the hard. When his heart softened, he started."

   "Yo, I can't stand bullying people, it's a good heart."

  The tavern guard casually sighed, the old guard saw the scene just now.

   He looked Luther Hus up and down: "It's a pity, there are too many good-hearted people doing bad things in this place!"

  The old guard of the tavern quickly gave a judgment, his strength is not bad, and he speaks politely, not a simple thing.

   But the sky is falling, and the proprietress is holding it up, not to mention the tavern owner Felda is there, no matter how simple it is, in the buzzing tavern, you have to listen to them.

   "Introduce yourself, I'm Felda, the owner of Buzz Tavern." The tavern owner, who had been watching for a long time behind the bar, came over, wearing an ochre yellow jacket and a pair of deerskin boots.

   looks very rich, with fair complexion and a smile on his face, which gives people the first impression that he is easy to talk.

  Filda waved his hand and motioned for the tavern guards to back away. The three guards immediately stood behind him, guarding the left and right.

  The owner of the tavern stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, what's your name?"

   "Just call me Laren." Laren stretched out his hand to hold it, neither light nor heavy.

"Haha~ Your Excellency Lailun can give me a face, let them resolve the conflict between the ranger and the strong man by themselves. Of course, if your friend feels that they have suffered a loss, I am willing to pay five silver coins as compensation. to apologize"

   "Lord, what do you think?"

   "Boss Felda has a good reputation for being a generous person, and everyone in Bray Town knows that he truly lives up to his name at first sight today."

  Lyren smiled and complimented, looking a little embarrassed: "But, I have a principle in doing things, I must pay back the punches I get punched."

   pointed at the strong man at the entrance of the stairs, and continued: "My friend was punched by him just now. As long as Boss Ferda can let this guy stand up and punch me directly, this matter will be fine~"

   The alcoholic drinkers who were watching the lively around looked at Lailun one after another, and several drunkards who were drunk and delirious on the bar felt that it was outrageous.

   The last person who dared to talk to Boss Felda like that, maybe the size of the grave head grass now has a few centimeters, right?

   This guy is too wild!

   "Lord Lallen's request makes it difficult for me to do it."

  Filda's rich face still had the same smile, and there was a faint flash of cold light between the narrowed eyes.

  The tavern guards noticed the change in their boss's attitude, and they reached out to press the hilt of the sword.

   As long as Felda encounters a guy who doesn't eat hard or soft, then the latter 80% will not be able to walk out of the main entrance of the buzzing tavern alive.

  A black shop is a black shop. Cleanliness is one aspect, and so is the means to deal with it.

   "Although Your Excellency Lailun is very powerful, you can face such a situation. How can you solve it?" The tavern owner said meaningfully, clapping his palms.

  The tavern that was in full swing last second is still quiet now.

   In the entire hall, nearly half of the people stood up and surrounded them. Some drunkards directly took out their daggers. They looked at Lailen, like wolves preying on a bighorn sheep.

   No matter how reckless the bighorn sheep are, can they stop the attack of the wolves?

   I have to say that Boss Felda has a lot of skills, so it is no wonder that a black and white all-you-can-eat shop can be opened safely, but there is no accident.

   "Give me a face? Your Excellency Lailun, take your friend and leave now, without paying any price." The fat tavern owner said in a threatening manner.

  Forcing me to be soft?

   This is the first time I see a guy who is more arrogant than me!

   If you leave in disgrace at this time, not to mention that you are unhappy, just found a hero with good characteristics, and a duck that reaches its mouth can make it fly?

  In the tavern, it was as warm as early spring, but the atmosphere condensed to freezing point.

  The surrounding crowd approached him again, and the cold eyes were all around him.

  Lyren remembered that there was a good thing in himself that might help him, and then he said, "Well, Boss Feilda, as for the conflict between the two, let's leave it to others to judge, how about it?"

"Oh?"

   "With all due respect, Mr. Lailun, a well-known person in Bray Town, has some friendship with me. To be honest, even the mayor of Bray Town has a very good personal relationship with you."

  Filda opened his palms and said bluntly.

   "Don't worry, this one is absolutely useful."

  Laylen took out the waist card on his body, which was the one presented by Earl Delavan and printed with the family crest of An Luoxian.

   called Luther Huss, handed him the waist card, and whispered in his ear: "Go out and find the patrolling soldiers nearby, and ask them to give Captain Krill a message: 'Lyren needs assistance with something'."

   "Captain Krill?"

  Luther Huss rounded his eyes and said in a low voice.

  Laylen hurriedly winked at him and signaled to keep quiet, the acolyte closed his mouth tightly and put away his waist card silently.

   He turned his head to Felda and said, "Let my friend go out and find someone, okay?"

"sure."

  The owner of the tavern is very generous. With a wave of his hand, the crowd automatically divides an aisle leading directly to the main entrance.

  Filda also wanted to know very much, where did the confidence of this Lord Lallen come from, and who he could find.

   "I just hope that your friends from Your Excellency Lailun will arrive soon, but don't wait until the evening. My shop still needs to do business."

"By the time."

   "It doesn't take long."

  Lyren interrupted him with a wave: "Ten minutes at most."

   "However, Boss Felda is waiting with such a big posture, and it's not reasonable to not bring out some good wine~"

  Layen was unceremoniously sitting on one side of the wooden table, and the tavern owner smiled "hehe" and sat opposite the wooden table.

   "No problem, Your Excellency is interested. Of course, I am willing to entertain you. Come, take a bottle of Ivey Ling original stout from the treasures in the cellar!"

   A bartender wiped the table clean with quick hands and feet, and placed two large wine glasses. Another bartender brought out the Ivey collar original brewed beer that Felda wanted from the cellar of the tavern.

  The Kingdom of Britannia is distinguished by wine in the old world, and the specialty of the empire is beer, of which Ivey is the leader of the entire human empire.

   The dwarves who are very good at brewing beer in the Roof Mountains of the World will also be specially imported from the Aviland in the south of the empire.

   Filda took a sip from the glass, closed his eyes and sighed:

   "I hope that the friend of Your Excellency Laren will open your eyes."

"certainly."

  Laylen also raised his glass and tasted this famous wine, staring at the tavern owner in front of him.

Eye-opener?

  Wait to get your eyeballs out!

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  On the occasion of Qingming Festival, I wish book friends a safe and happy life in the future!

   (end of this chapter)