Volume 5 Rising Storm Chapter 3 Trouble in the Tavern!
The fifth volume of the storm is surging, Chapter 3 The tavern makes trouble!
"Boss, have a glass of lime." A gentle and gentle voice sounded, like a fairy sound that awakened the sleeping person, and pulled the young mercenary and the old Michael back to reality. They looked at each other and found that at this moment, their bodies were all wet, as if they were poured over their bodies by water.
"A glass of lime, fifteen copper coins." The boss filled a glass of yellow lime and put it on the bar and said.
"Well..." The man in black robe responded, with one hand, a fair and slender hand that was comparable to a woman stretched out from the black magic robe and threw out a gold coin.
The boss was about to take the silver coins, but he felt a flash of sight. A full glass of lime had been taken away by the man in black. Then the voice of the man in black robe sounded in his ear: "No need to find money."
"Ah... so... so... thank you... thank you..." The boss looked at a gold coin in his hand. He felt a little incredible. Is this really a gold coin?
He bit with his teeth and looked at it again. It was indeed a gold coin, bright and shiny.
The boss excitedly kissed the gold coin. This gold coin required him to sell tens of thousands of cups of lime to earn. This was just one cup, how could he not be excited?
Unfortunately, at this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps sounded outside the shabby tavern.
Next is the 'boom' sound of impact.
‘Clang…’ The dilapidated tavern door was pushed to the ground, and the poor door was broken…
The boss was holding a gold coin in his hand, and his face went from being excited to being excited, and he was already depressed and frightened.
The door was kicked, and the sounds in the originally lively tavern were all gone. A large number of mercenaries raised their heads, wanting to see who was so brave and destroyed here.
Old Mike and the young mercenaries ignored this. They just thought it was too terrifying to sit here. They wanted to leave, but when they just got up, a huge force came and the two were forced back to their seats.
Before the two of them raised their heads, they felt that their ear mold was about to be damaged. A thick mine sounded and said, "Oh... Why did you group of trash come to this broken tavern again?"
"Mr. Nayham Aman..." Old Mike, who raised his head, was filled with fear on his face, and he slowly thought.
The guy called Neham Aman is a stout tall swordsman. He is about 2 meters tall. He is wearing a soft armor. His two thick arms exposed outside show strong muscles. His weapon is a two-handed giant sword. This giant sword is now carried behind him. No wonder every step he takes is as loud as an earthquake. But he is now showing his yellow teeth and looking at Old Mike with contempt and said, "Hehe, Old Mike, you old dog, do you still know me?"
"Mr. Nayham Aman..." said the owner of the tavern trembled.
"Boss, I informed you of your tavern three days ago that our Warrior Mercenary Group has asked for this land. You have been dragged to the point that you are still open. Wouldn't you give us the Warrior Mercenary Group face?" Neham Aman let go of old Mike, and came to the bar three steps in two steps, staring at a pair of bull's eyes and gasping.
"No...no...no...no...no... Lord Naiham Aman, this tavern was run by the villain's grandfather... The villain really can't leave..." The boss was so scared that tears flowed down when Neum Aman asked this. He waved his hand and said.
Because of his excitement, he still held the gold coin given to him by the man in black robe.
The golden light made Neham Aman's eyes lit up. He smiled greedily and said, "Boss, do you want to use this gold coin as the rental fee for these three days? Haha... Well, I'll accept it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his giant hand reached towards the boss's gold coins.
"No...no..." The boss burst into tears. He retreated in fear and said tremblingly.
"Old dog, don't want me to give you a shameless face!" Naham Aman was obviously angry. He saw the boss retreating, and his giant hand did not get the gold coins, and yelled immediately.
Neham Aman's voice was very loud, which made many tableware in the tavern tremble.
In this shabby tavern, dozens of mercenaries were collectively silent and they did not dare to speak.
Not because of the strength of Naham Oman, but because of the strength of the Warrior Mercenary Group.
Although Neham Aman is currently just a black iron swordsman, he has a B-level mercenary group behind him, and this alone discourages the mercenaries who were originally trying to move.
You know, the B-level mercenary group is not something that ordinary mercenaries can provoke.
Turning his head to look at the silent mercenaries around him, Neham Aman was obviously very proud. He shouted: "A bunch of garbage gatherings of broken taverns, old dogs, hurry up and hand me the gold coins, otherwise, I will burn your kennel with fire."
This offended everyone present, but Naham Aman was not afraid at all. He knew his own strength and the people here could solve him, but after he solved him, the Warrior Mercenary Group would not be good at dominating the strength behind him.
That's why he shouted very arrogantly here.
"Mr. Naiham Aman, no... don't... don't do this..." The boss was obviously scared. He slowly moved forward, slowly stretching out the gold coins with fear and reluctance in his face.
Naham Aman's face was full of greed, and he shouted: "Come it quickly..."
Just as the gold coins were about to be taken by Neham Aman, suddenly, a gentle voice sounded: "The gold coins are not for dogs..."
This gentle voice suddenly made Naiham Aman, who was originally greedy, stunned. His red cheeks instantly turned green, then purple and black again...
It's really a face-changing change!
Naham Aman was obviously angry and smoked. He turned around and roared fiercely, "Who was it? Who said it just now?"
"Whose dog is barking again?" a gentle voice still rang.
This time, Neham Aman found the master who spoke with his voice.
This was a man covered in a black magic robe. He sat at the corner table drinking wine. Due to the dim light and the large black hat covering his face, Neham Aman couldn't see his appearance clearly.
But now Neham Aman was angry. His red eyes rushed to the black-robed man like a bull that was completely stimulated, and shouted: "Is it what you, a bastard?"
"The dog shouldn't have entered the tavern..." The answer was just a faint voice, and the man in black robe did not even raise his head.
"You... wow... I'm going to kill you, chop you into pieces of meat and feed you to the dog..." Naham Aman was really angry this time. He yelled and smashed his huge fists hard at the man in black robe.
The people in the tavern, including the boss, were scared and sweated. Because of such a close distance, the man in the black robe was obviously a magician. He was punched twice by a black iron swordsman and would definitely die.
But the old Mike and the young mercenary knew that Neham Aman was going to be unlucky. As for why Neham Aman was unlucky? In just one second, he moved from outside the door to the bar. What speed is this?
Can Neham Aman kill him?
Sure enough, a loud "boom" sound passed.
Everyone felt that the eyes were dark, and a human-shaped black shadow was quickly thrown out of the tavern, and a heavy sound fell on the ground outside made.
Gasping, the mercenaries saw the man in black robes still drinking the wine on the table, and what about Neham Aman?
Could it be that the figure who just flew out was Neham Aman?
All the mercenaries were immediately talking about how powerful this man in black robe was? In just a moment, he threw away the big black iron swordsman, Naiham Aman?