Although he has been in the human country for more than half a year and suffered a lot, Arnold's edges have not been smoothed. He grabbed the ax handle next to him and was about to kill the bear hound, but the man next to him
Teenagers are faster.
Downton stood up, picked up the long bench under him, and swung it out like a big windmill with all his strength.
The bear hound jumped into the air, unable to use its strength at all. He could only watch helplessly as the bench came crashing down and hit him in the head.
Bang, the hunting dog rolled out, wailing in a low voice, and blood spurted out, dyeing its white fur red.
"What's going on?" Jackson, who was eating with his mouth full of oil, quickly threw away the barbecue in his hand, grabbed the crossbow and aimed at the bear hound, preparing to fire.
"Downton, do you dare to hit my dog?" Little Grandet walked over quickly surrounded by a group of friends and friends. When he saw that his beloved dog worth more than 10,000 gold was beaten with blood all over his face, he immediately became angry, "
You untouchable, don’t you want to live anymore? You hurt my dog and you can’t even afford to pay for it if I sell it.”
"Master, who is this guy? What a loud tone." Jackson glanced at the little Grandet and picked his ears with a look of disdain.
"You are as uncultured as your dog. Do you need me to find a chain to tie you up?" Downton put down the stool. Now he no longer took little Grandet seriously.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for a while, you have a good temper!" Little Grandet laughed angrily and slapped the dining table, causing juice to splash on the plate. "Who told you to sit down? Stand up and talk to me.
!”
"Who do you think you are? Believe it or not, I will destroy you?" Jackson was furious and threatened with a crossbow.
"How can you say this? Get out of here." Little Grandet looked at the dark crossbow arrows, still a little scared in his heart, but for revenge and for stamping on Downton's face, he no longer cared so much.
. And he felt that the guy opposite was just bluffing.
This is Chenwu Town. Anyone with any brains would not dare to shoot someone else for no reason, let alone the son of Grandet, the richest man in town.
Since being defeated by Downton in public last time, little Grandet has changed his old style and meditated behind closed doors every day. Finally, he was promoted to the third level of soul a week ago. At this time, his self-confidence has exploded.
"Downton, you are dead this time. Little Grandet has been promoted to the third level and can kill you with one hand."
"That's right. If you are sensible, kneel down and admit your mistake. Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to cry later."
"What nonsense are you talking to a poor guy like this? Just beat him until he kneels down and begs for mercy!"
The followers were very eye-catching, clamoring, jostling Downton, and praising little Grandet.
"Humph!" Little Grandet was very proud, raising his chin proudly, completely treating Downton as a piece of trash that could be easily dealt with, waiting for him to apologize.
Jackson was speechless and looked at Downton, "Master, where did this guy get the confidence to challenge you?"
"Master? What kind of master is he? Just a poor bastard who doesn't even have a single silver coin in his pocket." Little Grandet became impatient. "Downton, I'm in a good mood today. As long as you kneel down and admit your mistake, our past grudges will be over.
It can be written off in one stroke.”
Little Grandet's eyes rolled around, and a hint of cunning flashed across his face. This was just the beginning of teasing. He would never stop until Downton was crippled. Get out of Morning Mist Town and never dare to come back again.
"You are in trouble, do you want help?" Although Arnold has only been in the town for a few days, he has already met the arrogant little Grandet. But for the sake of his new friends, he is not afraid of offending this guy.
"Does this deserve to be called trouble? It's just a boring fly!" Downton picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "Have you made up your mind? Do you want to follow me?"
"Yes!" Anuo said concisely and nodded heavily.
There's no other way, he can't survive lately, and he's thinking about becoming a robber. Now he suddenly sees a slight turning point, and he has to seize it no matter what. What's more, Downton didn't discriminate against him, and even invited him to dinner.
The affinity made Arnold, who had been looked down upon when leaving home, feel warmth for the first time.
"Who are you calling a fly?" When Little Grandet saw Downton ignoring him, his face turned red with anger and he slapped the table hard, "Hey, I was talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
The bear hound felt the anger of its owner and barked too.
"Whose dog is this barking? Hurry up and tie it up!" Jackson's words were very mean, implying that little Grandet was a dog, causing laughter in the tavern.
"Did you agree a little too quickly? Didn't you ask about the salary?" Downton smiled. The barbarians were indeed just like the rumors. They were all straightforward and did not play tricks. When encountering problems, they would just use their fists.
Talk to Battleaxe.
“It’s okay if you don’t have a salary, as long as you have enough to eat.”
Arnold was actually confused. Downton was wearing ordinary linen clothes, and the guy next to him called him a poor man. He didn't look like a rich man, but he ordered a table of sumptuous meals.
, and a green-eyed one called him master.
"Thirty golds a month, and if you do well, there will be some bonuses." Downton had asked Hamlet before he came, and this was their salary standard.
"Thirty?" Arnold swallowed, suddenly a little excited. This was a huge sum of money, and he didn't even know how to spend it.
"Haha, that's hilarious. Downton, if I remember correctly, in order to raise tuition for Elaine, you sold your farm, right? Then why did you hire him? Are you going to rob?" Little Grandet sneered.
Downton, "For thirty gold coins, the dragon's belly will be blown open by you."
The followers laughed, indeed, what Downton said was too unreliable.
Some townspeople who knew Downton in the tavern also shook their heads. Although he has a very outstanding sister and may have a good future, he is indeed very poor now.
"Hey, Downton must be lying to you. He is planning to sell you to the slave trade group and make a lot of money." Little Grandet originally wanted to slander Downton, but after he finished speaking, he realized that this idea seemed to be a good one, so he opened his eyes
After a turn, he took out a bag of gold coins and handed it to Arnold, "Look, this is money, how about it? Follow me?"
Arnold was very strong and young, and he was definitely a top-quality slave. Little Grandet felt that he could definitely be sold for a high price.
"Dogs look down on people. The master is now the overseer of the Dagger Mine and is in charge of the livelihood of tens of thousands of miners!" Jackson spat, wanting to blow little Grandet's head, but he also knew that this was the human world.
**Law is required.
"Haha, did you hear that? He actually said that Downton was the overseer of the mine?" Little Grandet burst into tears with laughter, "Do you think the mine is run by your family? Or do you think you are the illegitimate son of the Duke of the West?"
There was a roar of laughter in the tavern, because this was simply impossible, a fifteen-year-old overseer? Those bullies and foremen in the mine were not easy to deal with, and it would be strange not to tear him apart.
You must know that the reputation of the Dagger Mine is not good, especially among the townspeople who returned from their labor service, they almost described it as a dark lair of monsters.
"If you make up a lie, you should at least find someone suitable. As far as I know, you didn't even go to the mine for five days. How can you become a supervisor from an ordinary miner?" Little Grandet is Liszt's lackey, so naturally
He knew some things, not to mention that he had inquired about Downton after he was promoted, "You must have a problem in your head. Even if Liszt goes, his position will not be promoted so fast!"
"Maybe he is really the son of the Duke of the West!"
"No, no, it's impossible to have an illegitimate child. His mother, no, his mother is dead. It should be his sister who climbed onto the bedside of some big shot and used her body to give him a supervisory position, so don't mess with him.
Yeah, hurry up and kneel down and apologize, otherwise my sister will blow some pillow air while you sleep, or the big shot will come out and kill you."
One of the attendants mocked Downton with a lewd expression on his face, and even pinched his throat to imitate a woman's gasping and moaning sounds.
The mercenaries liked dirty jokes, so they laughed unscrupulously. Some even wanted their followers to tell them in more detail, but before they could say anything, the situation changed.
"Seeking death!" Downton was furious. He rushed in front of the follower and punched out with a giant iron fist.
boom!
The follower's mouth was hit, and his upper body fell back. All the teeth in his mouth were broken, and blood flowed profusely, and his chest was covered in bright red.
Downton grabbed his collar, pulled it back, bent his knees, and shot him out, hitting him right in the abdomen.
Bang, the powerful impact made the follower's body bend down into a shrimp shape, and all the undigested food in his stomach vomited to the ground.
Downton took advantage of the situation and hit his follower on the bridge of the nose with an elbow, which caused his nose to bleed and stars to appear in his eyes. He could no longer stand still and fell to the ground.
Little Grandet and his entourage were frightened by Downton's sudden outburst, and subconsciously retreated. Only the bear hound still remembered the heavy blow just now, opened its big mouth, and bit his neck.
Phew, a crossbow arrow shot out and pierced the bear hound's body.
Jackson threw away the crossbow, stepped on the halo of agility under his feet, and quickly rushed to Downton. He grabbed the bear hound's head with one hand and the front legs with the other, and pulled it savagely.
Hiss, like a piece of rag being torn apart, the pet dog worth more than 10,000 gold coins was torn into two pieces, and the internal organs and blood were scattered all over the floor.
The fishy smell started to spread.
Jackson, whose body was stained with blood, threw the body of the bear hound in front of little Grandet and licked the corners of his mouth.
The entire tavern seemed to be swept by a cold current of northern frozen soil. It was silent for a moment. Everyone looked at Downton and his servants, and then their eyes fell on the bloody corpse.
However, the shrill screams quickly called everyone's attention back, and the mercenaries saw that the young man named Downton was kicking the slutty follower who fell to the ground.
This unlucky guy was vomiting blood in mouthfuls. Looking at his sunken chest, he probably had several broken ribs.
"Master, if you beat him again, he will die." Jackson felt it was necessary to remind him that Downton was a civilian and if he killed someone, he would be sent to the gallows.
"Downton, pay for my dog!" Little Grandet reacted and yelled. He was almost heartbroken. If his father knew about it, he would definitely take care of himself. (To be continued...)