The two sides of the confrontation were a male orc and a female Tifflin. The orc had a slanted forehead, a protruding chin, and sharp canine teeth stretching out from his lips. He was almost as tall as Lancelot, and his body was covered with a chain mail made of iron rings, and his hands were constantly rotating a double-edged long-handled battle axe with a cold light.

The female Tifflin is about six feet tall, with dark red skin on her thin body, with antelope-like curved corners stretched out above her head, and black eyeballs and white pupils in her eye sockets, which looks quite uneasy. Her body is wrapped in a light animal leather jacket. Lancelo is sure that it does not provide any protection, but it can minimize noise when the wearer does vigorous exercise, while avoiding unnecessary scratches. Her weapon is a pair of wavy short swords, which may not be as destructive as the opponent's big axe, but as long as it is stabbed correctly, it is still fatal.

Seeing a bloody incident about to happen, Lancelo put his hand on the hilt of the sword, but sensed a rapid approaching aura, he knew that he didn't need to take action.

The orc let out a wild roar, and then charged towards the opponent, which was like a huge rock rolling down the hillside. However, the opponent in front of him suddenly disappeared, replaced by four sharp swords, locking the battle axe that had been raised above his head and had not yet been cut off, and two swords were placed on the orc's neck, preventing him from moving forward any further.

The one who took action was Solem who Lancelo was looking for. The other side of the duel, the Tifflin woman with dark red skin, was now being swept away by a thick snake tail, and it seemed that even the air in her lungs was about to be squeezed out.

"Back back, orc." The six-armed snake demon said coldly, "Unless you want to treat me to another breakfast."

The orc retreated tremblingly, and Tifflin was thrown to the ground aside. All the onlookers also dispersed, and the terrifying image of the six-armed snake demon could arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts.

"The first rule is that mercenaries hired by Shuangqiao Town are not allowed to attack each other." Solem's eyes swept over the people present. "If you really can't help it, at least don't do this in public. I don't like to repeat what I said, so there will be no warning next time. Remember it all!!!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"As you wish, madam!"

"Abide by the order!"

A sparse response sounded, and Solem saw Lancelo standing behind the crowd. She turned her head toward the human knight, turned around and swam back to the room on the other side of the hall.

The three friends looked at each other and walked towards the room where the snake demon disappeared. Lancelo did not choose to pass directly through the crowd, but walked along the edge of the hall in a low-key manner. Occasionally, some bastards who were looking for trouble deliberately blocked in front of him. Lancelo did not intend to care about the other party, and shrugged and walked around the side.

If he had been in the past, he would definitely not turn a blind eye to such provocative behavior. However, after practicing for so long, Lancelo not only has good strength, but also has a much better temper. In addition, he knows what he has done, so he does not need to find a sense of existence from the fear of others, so he is completely mentality that it is better to do less than to do more.

But a group of mercenaries always want to distinguish between high and low. Lancelow's mentality of avoidance made him the target of some people. A human warrior who was one head shorter than him but almost twice his width stood in front of him, followed by a bear goblin wearing a chain mail and a Tifflin warrior with purple skin.

"Where do you want to go, compatriots?" The human warrior blocked the road again blocked the route Lancelo was circling with an evil and hypocritical smile on his face. "It's not easy to meet a similar person in such a place. Wouldn't you invite me to drink?"

The man hugged his chest with his hands, his palms far away from the handle of the weapon. It seemed that he had determined that after the Six-Armed Snake Demon's warning just now, the person he chose to establish his authority did not dare to draw his sword at him. Lancelo sighed, turned his head and looked around, and found that many people around him had already turned their eyes to this side.

"Go away, sir, you are blocking my way."

There was neither fear nor nervousness in Lancelo's voice, as if he was just rejecting an overly enthusiastic hawker.

"Why are you blocking your way? I see you and I are humans, so I have taken the initiative to say hello to you." The evil-smiling warrior raised his voice, "Or have you heard of the reputation of "Stonebreaker" Wesley, and want to give me all my salary for protection in the first week? Hahahaha..."

"I'm sorry, I haven't signed a contract yet, so I haven't received a coin either." Lancelo shrugged, his voice still calm, "Do you understand what I mean?"

"What?" scoundrel named Wesley shouted in surprise, "So... aren't you a hired mercenary yet? That means, I can attack you now without worrying about any consequences?"

"That's right." Lancelow nodded, "The same goes for the other way around."

The man finally realized what the calm attitude of the person in front of him meant. His face changed drastically and he subconsciously wanted to touch the hilt of the knife around his waist, but Lancelo's right hand had already stretched out like lightning, and he had already pinched the man's neck before the other party had time to react.

"Oh," Lancelo shook his head, "It's too slow."

"Ho...hoho......"

The human warrior nicknamed the Stone Breaker made a hoarse whimper, and he still pulled out his sword and waved it at Lancelo, but the palm on his neck, which was cast in steel, made it difficult for him to control his muscles. The random attack fell on the armor of the human knight, and failed to cause any damage except for the annoying noise.

The followers behind Wesley reacted at this time and wanted to come forward to help, but the next scene completely lost the courage to interfere - Lancelo exerted one hand and directly lifted his opponent off the ground. The latter completely threw away his weapon, plucked Lancelo's wrist with both hands, trying desperately to open up some breathing space.

A burst of exclamations came from the crowd watching. Looking at the figure of the man and the armor on his body, I am afraid that it would be nearly 300 pounds, and this human knight could lift him up with one hand. What a terrifying power it was?

"So what's wrong!" The six-armed snake demon's angry voice sounded at the other end of the hall, "Damn it, Sir Lancelot, come here quickly, stop playing!"

Upon hearing this, Lancelo cooperated very well and gently put down the person in his hand. He patted the other party's back, which was bent down and coughed, and said calmly:
Chapter completed!