One hundred and twentieth chapters earnestly win over
Boom, boom!
The fire bombs and frost bombs hit Downton's body, causing a violent elemental explosion, which also hit the ground nearby, causing dust to fly.
The mercenaries were so 'scared' when they saw Downton that they didn't even activate the soul shield at the critical moment. So it's strange that he didn't die under such a fierce attack.
Little Grandet's face showed a proud smile, and then turned into a ferocious smile, "Everyone who offends me will die!"
"Hey, let's make you arrogant. Did you see that Downton was killed?" The attendant sneered at Jackson, looking eagerly at the floor to find the whereabouts of the golden ticket.
"Hey, a bunch of idiots." Jackson sat calmly on the chair, pierced a piece of foie gras with his dining fork, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Just this kind of trash fish, ten more of them won't kill the owner."
"You shot too hard." Arnold still took a step slower. Seeing Downton being swallowed up by the magic bullet, he roared and prepared to kill little Grandet.
"none of your business?"
"You are still awesome, you defeated Downton."
The followers despised Arnold and were about to help little Grandet and show their courtesy, but they stopped after taking two steps and watched with astonishment as Downton rushed out of the dust with a golden luster on his body.
Rushed towards him.
"How come you're not dead?" Little Grandet was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out. The other onlookers also had similar expressions.
"Holy armor?" A knowledgeable mercenary recognized the magic on Downton and screamed because it was incredible.
"Impossible, that's a dragon-slaying magic. It's exempt from all magic, martial arts, and magic at war level and below. How did he learn it?"
"Don't forget the epiphany. It is a gift from the gods to believers." An adventurer drooled with envy. "This boy is so lucky. He is favored by the goddess of justice and has such a trump card."
Little Grandet's frost bullet shot out again, but it hit Downton's body and broke everything, not even a hair was hurt.
Roar!
Downton took a sharp breath, his lungs expanding. Then he exhaled, and the giant roar started.
The loud sound was like a tsunami, sweeping through half of the restaurant. The unlucky ones within the area of strike skills were immediately in splitting pain and suffered from tinnitus and dizziness.
Little Grandet wanted to dodge, but he became dizzy, missed his footing, and fell to the ground.
Downton swept out with his whip leg. He changed direction midway, dodged the soul shield, and then struck the little Grandet hard on the chest.
Click, there was a sound of cracking bones, and little Grandet spun and rolled out. His body was still in the air, and he was kicked again. He was kicked in the lower abdomen and hit the wall more than ten meters away.
Cough. Little Grandet vomited blood and couldn't get up. How could he withstand such a blow after living in a greenhouse?
The broken ribs sent stinging pain, and every breath felt like being pricked by needles. He completely collapsed. Looking at Downton walking over, he didn't dare to hurt himself anymore.
"Please!"
Before Grandet could finish speaking, Downton raised his right leg and chopped it violently, and his military boot stepped on his mouth, shattering all the teeth in his mouth.
There was silence in the tavern, and all eyes fell on Downton.
Little Grandet was still as high-spirited as when he first came in to make trouble. He was like a dead dog, huddled on the ground, begging for mercy, because his mouth was injured and he could not speak properly.
Downton was very angry, and his legs kept collapsing on little Grandet. He had never offended him, but he wanted to kill him. If he hadn't blocked the attack just now, he would definitely become a broken corpse.
Arnold didn't know whether he should persuade Downton, but Jackson continued to eat heartlessly, and even shouted, "The master is mighty, kill him!"
The followers didn't dare to stay longer. After looking at each other, they all turned around and ran away.
Arnold moved quickly and blocked the way, punching each one to the ground.
"Stop hitting him. If you hit him again, he will die." The tavern owner ran up, hugged Downton from behind, and scolded the waiter, "Why are you standing still? Bandage him to stop the bleeding and call the priest!"
"I'm fine. I'm really sorry for damaging your tavern." Downton took a few deep breaths and calmed down. Although he wanted to kill Little Grandet to avoid future troubles, he knew that now was not the time, but
One day, he will make these guys pay the price.
"Uh, it's okay, we can fix it again." The boss was a little surprised to see Downton calm down all of a sudden. Logically speaking, at this age, one should be young and energetic, but the kid in front of him was terrifyingly calm, which made him even more determined.
In order to attract him into the organization.
"I'll compensate you for how much it costs!" Downton smiled at his boss, and couldn't help but think of the last time they met, he was also very friendly to him. What was that for?
"Does he also want to get the secret of the dungeon?" Downton was confused, but he pretended to be grateful.
"Money is a trivial matter. By the way, aren't you working in the Dagger Mine? Why are you back in the town?" The boss patted Downton's shoulder intimately.
"The master has become an overseer. He came back this time to hire some mercenaries to work in the mines." Jackson came over, knelt down on one knee and patted the dust on Downton's thighs.
"I have a few acquaintances in the mine. If you encounter trouble, you can tell me and I will help you coordinate. I heard that the life of miners is very bad. You should be careful... what? Supervisor?" The boss was still selling
He showed favor, but when he heard Jackson's words, he almost choked to death on his saliva, "What do you mean, supervisor?"
"Mine supervisor!" Jackson spat out the bones with a look of pride on his face.
The boss's face was full of disbelief. He stared at Downton and found that his expression did not change at all after he lied. He was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Is everything he said true?"
"Nonsense!" Jackson despised.
"You haven't even been in the mine for five days, how can you be a supervisor?" The boss's tone changed. No wonder he was surprised. The organization sent people to the Dagger Mine. As a result, it cost a lot of money and time to get one.
The status of a minor overseer.
The mercenaries thought Downton was bragging just now, but now it seems that he is indeed a supervisor.
It's so disgusting. Some people showed jealous looks. He is only fifteen years old and he is doing better than most people here.
"Of course Dofink appreciates the master more!" Jackson shrugged.
"It's so, so unbelievable." The boss complimented, but he was determined to contact the people in the mine quickly to get the latest information to see if it was true.
However, there is no doubt about Downton's strength. He is simply too powerful. The last time we met, he was at the first level of soul. Now, in the past two months, he has been directly promoted to the third level. And against the same level, there is no pressure at all.
of crushing.
Downton wanted to compensate for the damage to the tavern, but the boss refused, which made him very embarrassed.
The onlookers understood that the boss was making an emotional investment, and people like Downton should build a good relationship with him before he became successful, so they all put on kind smiles.
"Are you tired? Do you want to go upstairs and take a rest?" The boss was very eager, "Don't worry that Grandet will cause trouble for you. I still have some connections. Besides, this is a duel and it is very fair. Even if it makes trouble for the mayor,
There, he can’t take advantage of it.”
"But I offended Liszt because of a perfect battle axe." Downton began to test, steering the topic to the mayor's son and the tearing dragon's teeth.
"Hmph, those father and son are completely country bumpkins who have never seen the world. They want to snatch good things when they see them. Do they really think that Chenwu Town belongs to them?" The boss was very angry.
Downton was confused. The boss was not interested in tearing the dragon's teeth apart at all. He didn't even look at it, but between the lines, he was always favoring himself.
"Come here, clean the two guest rooms and let the distinguished guests rest." The boss called a waiter and carefully ordered, "Prepare a sumptuous lunch."
"No need to bother, we have been out for a long time, I have to rush back to the mine, otherwise the boss will be angry." Downton's smile never disappeared, making people feel close to him, "Thank you so much for your hospitality.
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"Then next time, be sure to come to the tavern. I'll give it to you for free, as an apology for frightening you here!" The boss believed Downton's excuse, and because Jackson kept calling Downton Master, he also temporarily changed his mind.
I have decided on my strategy and am ready to re-investigate this young man’s life experience.
Downton said goodbye and took Jackson and Arnold out of Golden Ivory to leave the town.
"Is he really the illegitimate son of a big shot?" The boss looked at Downton's back and was unsure, but he was sure that he might have caught a big fish and he couldn't let it go no matter what.
The hustle and bustle returned to the tavern, but the conversation was all focused on Downton, discussing the process of him blowing up Little Grandet with his bare hands. Then they were surprised to find that although Downton was a paladin, he had struck three times with his bare hands.
Magic is useless.
"Is Little Grandet too useless? Or is Downton too powerful?" The mercenaries with low qualifications chose to believe the former. Otherwise, it would be a major blow to them. After all, he had achieved this kind of achievement at the age of fifteen.
The results put them under a lot of pressure, and they felt like they were living like dogs in the past.
"I'm not full yet." Jackson turned back three times, a little dissatisfied.
"Come on, do you want to be beaten?" Downton estimated that he would be mobbed if he left for a while longer. How could Grandet give up when he saw his seriously injured son?
"Master, running away isn't like your style?" Jackson was puzzled.
"Why should I run? I'm just going back to arm the ghoul servants. With the reputation of being a direct descendant of Dofink, even if Liszt troubles me now, I have to take it easy." Downton curled his lips, and then he
Don't be afraid, Grandet is just a rich man, can he have a greater background than Hannah? However, this woman did not appear this time, which made him relieved.
Some dirty mercenaries chased him out and followed Downton quietly. If given the chance, they would not mind being robbers, but there was no other way. Downton's wealth was so rich that people coveted him. (To be continued.)