() The mercenaries in the Golden Ivory Tavern smelled of alcohol, grinned their yellow teeth, and laughed at Downton unscrupulously. In their eyes, he was just a humble and pitiful man.
No matter in terms of identity, equipment, or strength, Downton has no chance of turning around. It is completely foreseeable that this young man will be trampled on the ground and ravaged like a dead dog later.
Little Grandet was like a general who captured the enemy's camp, raising his chin in a arrogant manner and scorning Downton. He and his lackeys had the same abominable appearance.
Downton tightly grasped the handle of the ax that was tearing apart the dragon's teeth and was about to chop down the hunting dog on the dining table. In order not to lose his job and to save his sister Elaine's tuition, he had endured it for too long.
"Don't be impulsive!" The tauren held Downton's wrist tightly and shouted, "You have to think clearly, if this ax blows, your life may take another path!"
"Bah, chop me, does he have the courage?" Little Grandet pointed to the ground, "If you kneel down and kowtow, I can forgive you for your offense against me."
"Let me go!" Downton's voice became colder, as if caught in a cold current.
"Calm down!" Barak felt that Downton's muscles were tightening and exerting force. He was not talking nonsense. If he hadn't held him down, he would have definitely chopped down this bastard.
"What's going on? An opera?" Melissa pushed away the crowd and came over, "Little Grandet, I didn't know you had such a talent!"
Listening to the beautiful woman's compliment, little Grandet became even more proud, but he no longer got angry, but tried to behave like a gentleman, "As long as I am willing, I can learn anything very quickly."
The shouts of the mercenaries also subsided, and their eyes fell on Melissa, as greedy as a wild boar.
Melissa, who was wearing a low-cut dress, didn't care about those gazes at all, and generously brushed her long, slightly curly wavy hair. Her white and slender neck, and tall and straight posture made her like a white swan, standing out from the crowd.
The dancers on the high platform were immediately outclassed. Even if they were wearing revealing clothes, they could not draw the attention of the mercenaries.
Melissa was like a succubus from the abyss, her every move and every move exuded the scent of lust, making men want to press against her.
"Downton, why haven't you come to the post office during this time? Are you worried that that idiot Ballmer will retaliate against you?" Melissa smiled, "Don't worry, my sister will protect you."
Downton frowned slightly, not understanding what Melissa meant.
"Hey, kneel down, don't you hear me?" Little Grandet saw that Melissa was ignoring him and talking to Downton. He was dissatisfied and roared at him.
"How about giving me a favor and letting him go?"
Melissa's eyes flashed, and she gave little Grandet a wink, which immediately made him tremble, as if his whole body had been electrocuted, and he felt that his heart was beating faster than expected.
"Okay, for the sake of Sister Melissa, Downton, I will let you go this time, but you can't use the nickname Fox of the West again, or I will smash your front teeth next time!"
Little Grandet seemed to have thrown away a rag and no longer cared about Downton. He turned to Melissa with a smile, bent down, put his right hand on his chest, making an invitation gesture, "Can I invite you to dinner?
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There are many opportunities to take care of Downton, but there are not many opportunities to strike up a conversation with Melissa. This woman seems to have no morals and looks like a slut, but she has never heard of a man sleeping with her.
"If I conquer her, wouldn't I be envious of all the men in Chenwu Town?" Little Grandet had a sweet dream, and the corners of his mouth opened unconsciously. Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to laugh out loud.
"Let's go!" The tauren pulled Downton.
"How does it feel when someone smashes a dinner plate and spills soup all over your face? Isn't it great?" Downton stood up and waved his right hand fiercely, "Let me go!"
Barak originally wanted to persuade him again, but looking at Downton's cold and disappointed eyes and the disdainful tone echoing in his ears, his hand froze and he subconsciously let go of Downton.
"Little Grandet, aren't you going to break my front teeth? Don't wait until next time, just solve it here!"
Downton didn't know why Melissa helped him, but that wasn't important. What was important was that if he left like this today, it would be a stain that he couldn't erase for the rest of his life.
"Downton, what's wrong with you?" Melissa was stunned, and then her voice became stern, accusing him of being ignorant.
There was no fight in sight, the mercenaries were still complaining, but who knew the situation would suddenly take a turn for the worse.
"Is this guy mentally ill? A commoner is challenging a magician wearing an ogre suit. It would be strange if he doesn't get beaten into a dead dog shape!"
"I may be a masochist. Can you care?"
"Melissa, that guy is not your lover, so what does it matter what he does? It's better to come and have a drink with the uncle. I promise to satisfy you!"
The mercenaries were noisy, and they were familiar with private fights in taverns. Some people had even laid out a bet and started placing bets. However, they didn't think Downton would win at all, so they were betting on how many seconds he would lose.
"Go, put down a hundred gold coins, and bet I'll kill him in ten seconds!" Little Grandet ordered the servant and looked at Melissa, "Wait for me for five minutes."
Melissa saw that Downton was not looking at her at all and pulled out a battle ax from under the table. She knew that a private fight was inevitable, so she snorted and turned around to leave.
The mercenaries followed Downton and Little Grandet out of the tavern and gathered on the street. The townspeople noticed that there was a lot of fun and they all gathered around.
In the blink of an eye, the long street was completely blocked.
It was his first duel, and he was surrounded by so many people. Downton was inevitably a little nervous, and his heart beat faster.
"Calm down as soon as possible and think about tactics!" Downton took a deep breath, muttered to remind himself, and walked towards the horse pile erected outside the tavern.
The Black King's reins were tied to it. Since the one-handed sword and shield were not valuable, Downton only brought the Rending Dragon Fang and a backpack into the tavern.
"The battle ax is too heavy, you need to change the weapon." The tauren could see that the quality of the tearing dragon's teeth was better, but it was too heavy to be wielded, and it would be a disadvantage.
"I know." Downton didn't have the habit of activating the giant's power and revealing his trump card as soon as he came up. He wanted to see his true strength.
"Can you hurry up?"
Although little Grandet urged, he was not in a hurry, because he enjoyed the pleasure of being in the spotlight, which made him feel like a triumphant hero.
"Hold it for me. It was my fault just now. I shouldn't have ridiculed you!" Downton put on the bracelet and handed the battle ax to Barak. He held the shield in his left hand and the one-handed sword in his right hand, and walked towards the center of the long street.
"I understand your difficulty. Since you dare not take action, then I will help you get back the humiliation you have suffered!"
The tauren, who originally wanted to tell Downton to be careful, felt sad when he heard these words, and the corners of his eyes were wet. With Barak's fighting power, even if a hundred little Grandets came together, he could overturn the car, but for the tribe
, he could only endure it.
Looking at Downton opposite, little Grandet didn't take him seriously at all.
Whoa, two translucent spheres, fist-sized and pure white, appeared, rotating around the little Grandet.
This guy is so stupid, the shield was activated before the battle even started.
"I'll kill you within ten seconds!" Little Grandet raised his long sword straight at Downton and shouted loudly. He felt that his current appearance must be extremely cool, comparable to a colorful dragon.
Downton's answer was simple. He raised his right hand and activated the Glory of Hercules, and a handful of golden light spots sprinkled on his head like quicksand.
Strength fills the whole body.
"Actually a paladin?"
The entire audience was in an uproar, and their eyes almost exploded. This episode was unexpected.
"No wonder you dare to challenge me. It turns out that you have become a magic user, but it is useless? I am the second-level soul peak. I can beat you ten times in one breath without even breaking a sweat."
Little Grandet looked down upon him and then rushed over.
It has to be said that although little Grandet is a scumbag, he is a magic user after all. This sprint was very fast, showing good explosive power, and with strong confidence, he slashed the one-handed sword towards Downton's neck.
It is also very stable and ruthless.
Downton's left hand holding the shield was slightly raised, blocking it in front of him.
Dang, the sword and shield collided, making a harsh sound, followed by the second blow.
"Hurricane Strike!"
Oh, the long sword struck the shield with such fierce momentum that it shocked Downton's arms to the point of numbness.
"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak!"
Little Grandet roared, completely treating this private fight as his exhibition match. In his opinion, Downton was just a trash fish, so there was no way to calculate the reasonable use of magic energy. What he needed was to kill him in one go.
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Downton held his shield and kept retreating under the rapid blows.
The whole place was booed, and some mercenaries and civilians even raised their arms, clenched their fists, stretched out their thumbs, and then waved down fiercely.
"Attack, attack, attack!"
Downton's response style made the onlookers feel very boring. What they needed was a wonderful duel, not an ugly defense.
The tauren began to regret not holding Downton back just now. The gap between the two was too big, and Downton had no chance of winning.
"You seem to be very interested in that postman?" Liszt walked up to Melissa wearing a gorgeous noble robe.
"The mayor's son is also interested in this kind of duel?" Melissa complimented the eighteen-year-old young man. His father was the most powerful man in Chenwu Town.
"They are just two claptraps." Liszt was very disdainful. "The postman is destined to lose. He has no advantage in equipment, experience, or rank. This duel is destined to be his lifelong shadow."
"Of course, they can't compare to you!" Melissa praised the man next to her, but her eyes crossed Downton's left hand. On the index finger, there was a ring.
Melissa had seen a similar style of ring on the finger of an unattainable mysterious figure, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered to care about Downton's life and death.
"Maybe I remembered it wrong?" Melissa tried her best to remember, but a few years ago, with her status, she couldn't get close to that big shot. She just took a look at it from a distance, because as a woman, out of beauty,