Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 09 Bragging King
"One thousand silver coins." Shen Zhimo said as insignificantly as a hair, patted the mute's shoulder and said: "Did you see? You beat my brother stupid. Do you know what he did before? He is with us.
There is a person in charge of accounting in the blacksmith shop. Without him, our blacksmith shop will lose a lot of income. Can you afford it?" After saying this, his voice was serious and there was no joke in it.
The mute was always at the mercy of others, sitting where he was told and drinking when he was told, just like a puppet on strings.
The tavern owner was sweating coldly. He looked at Chebman furtively and thought to himself: "They have been silent all this time. Could it be that they colluded in advance to extort money?" He said: "Sir, the business of the tavern is not good, how can it be so bad?
How much will it cost you?"
"Then you also let me give you a good beating. It's equal to the two." Shen Zhimo grabbed the neck of the broken wine bottle and stood up. He saw the canine teeth on the edge of the bottle, and the sharp light flashed, which could easily kill someone.
The boss was shocked and said: "Okay, I'll give it, I'll give it, but there isn't that much cash in the store right now..."
"Give me as much as you have, and write a receipt for the rest. I'll come back to get it later."
The boss took his time to find more than a hundred silver coins in the back hall, and wrote a receipt, which was clearly written in black and white. Shen Zhimo then relaxed, carefully put it away, and said to Chibman: "You also owe me a thousand silver coins.
, don’t try to escape, I will ask you for help in a few days, help me work to pay off the debt."
Chebman didn't dare to argue, he agreed repeatedly, and his heart was broken by the eighteenth generation of Shen Zhimo's ancestors.
Shen Zhimo was originally going to buy wine, but he had obtained a windfall through blackmail. How could he have the nerve to stay for a long time? He didn't buy any wine either, so he picked up the mute and said, "Why are you still hanging around? Come with me." The mute was actually honest.
Really follow him.
After all this, a bunch of silver coins were gained out of thin air. The important thing is that in Kuzeskal Port, where there is no order and no law at all, it can be called legal income.
Back at the blacksmith shop, Hamal had already prepared lunch. Seeing someone behind Shen Zhimo, he asked strangely: "Who is he?"
Shen Zhimo took the person home without any reason, and did not have time to question him carefully. Then he carefully observed the strange mute. He was covered in a black cloak, and his appearance could not be seen, but his slender figure could be vaguely distinguished.
He is nearly as tall as Shen Zhimo, his steps are light, his palms are white and clean, and he doesn't feel any discomfort after a good beating, which shows that he is not a simple person.
He pulled the mute to the dining table and sat down, and said, "Oh, this guy is a disabled person, can't speak, and begs for food on the streets. Looking at him dressed like this, maybe he is an escaped prisoner, haha."
The mute suddenly said: "My name is Teresil, and I come from Silent Forest." The voice was low and sweet, with a little rhythm of the ancient Samur language, which was very pleasant to the ear.
Shen Zhimo was startled, and it took him a long time to realize: "It turns out that your kid is not mute."
"I don't like to talk." Tyreseer said indifferently. It seemed that he was not willing to explain his experience.
Shen Zhimo patted him on the shoulder: "Yes, we have a common language. I don't like talking either."
Hamar knocked his head and thought for a long time, then asked: "Where is the Silent Forest? Why haven't I heard of it?"
"A place with many trees."
"Aren't you talking nonsense? How can a place without trees be called a forest?" Hamal said displeased, raising his hand to call the two children behind who were sweating from moving things to come and have a meal.
Lunch was two pieces of browned eels, beef soup, and two pieces of bread and cheese for each person.
The beef soup tasted very delicious. The boy in new clothes was in high spirits. He scooped it onto the plate and drank it in big gulps.
Tyreseer opened his cloak and revealed his face. His long hair covered his ears, his nose was straight, and his eyes showed a faint light. His face was straight, with soft lines. His face was covered with strange purple markings. For a moment, he saw
It doesn't matter whether he is a boy or a girl, old or young.
Hamar shouted: "Are you an elf? Oh my god, you are so beautiful." His tone was very surprised. Elves rarely appear in the chaotic port city. Once a ship carries elf passengers, it will always attract a large number of boring people.
of onlookers.
Shen Zhimo narrowed his eyes. He had never seen an elven race in Kuzeskar Port so far, and most of the elves recorded in ancient Chinese classics were close to mythical ghosts.
In today's world, elves are a huge intelligent race with a history of tens of thousands of years and are divided into four branches. They are slender, agile, graceful, good at magic, advocating nature, worshiping the moon god, and using the moon as their
Their own beliefs. The largest one settled in the distant continent of Samur, and established a huge kingdom in the Luminous Forest. Its capital is Silver Moon City. It has an alliance with the human kingdom and confronts the tauren tribe in the east.
Terry Hill neither denied nor admitted it. He only drank a glass of water and sat still.
Shen Zhimo poured him a glass of ale and said with a smile: "No matter what the elf is, you are a guest when you come. Let's take a drink."
Tyreseer shook his head and refused.
"If you don't even drink, are you still a man?" Shen Zhimo had just seen him fooling around in the tavern, but now he didn't drink when he returned home. According to the rules of the world, that was "not giving face".
As a master, you have to be angry.
Terry Hill still said without any expression: "I don't like drinking."
Shen Zhimo stared at him, put his hand on the table, and said in a low voice: "I don't like to be wordy, just treat me as a friend and drink it immediately."
Hamar looked at Shen Zhimo nervously, wondering why this guy had such a weird temper and insisted on letting others drink. Don't you know that ale is very expensive? A glass of twenty copper coins in the tavern is worth a day's living expenses. And looking at it like this,
It seems that if the other person refuses to drink, he will beat him. I have seen people raped and forced to gamble, but I have never seen people forced to drink. This kid is a little abnormal.
Shen Zhimo was aggressive, his eyebrows raised, and the atmosphere was very tense. Seeing that this elegant and quiet elf was about to be beaten brutally by him, the two children did not dare to say anything.
Terry Hill was silent for a long time, then took the wine glass and drank it all in one breath.
Shen Zhimo smiled happily: "This is a good friend. Hehe, from today on, as long as you say that you are my friend of Shen... Saga at Kuzeskal Port, no one will dare to look at you seriously." Hamar thought to himself.
: "You're still bragging before you're even drunk. Who in Kuzeskar Port thinks we're nothing?"
Shen Zhimo drank a drink himself and said: "Tomorrow, I will go to the market with you for a walk. Anyway, I see that you are a homeless vagrant and there is nothing to do. Why not hang out with me for a while first?"
"I made up my mind to drive away the vicious tiger mercenary group entrenched in the market and become the boss myself...
Terry Hill was noncommittal and still sat in a daze.
Early the next morning, Shen Zhimo got up happily, washed his face and mouth, and took some last night's ham for breakfast. After eating, he found the wrist-sharpening knife he had made the day before, went back and forth on the whetstone, and opened it.
He opened the edge of the knife to test its sharpness with his thumb, and said to himself with a smile: "Good guy, whether you can make a profit today depends entirely on you." The tip of the knife is long, the back is thick, the blade is thin, and the handle is short.
It is very flexible in the hand and is the best weapon for close combat.
He took out a piece of tanned cowhide and tied it slightly to make a simple scabbard. He inserted it into the waistband of his trousers and pulled down the placket. No one could tell that he was carrying a murder weapon.
After walking through the patio and stepping into the shop, I found a dark figure sitting inside, who turned out to be Terry Hill.
"Boy, you got up very early." Shen Zhimo greeted: "Have you had breakfast? I still have half a ham in the kitchen. If you don't eat it, I will leave it for the two children."
"Don't eat."
"Hey, you kid didn't sleep all night?" Shen Zhimo saw that he was in the same posture as yesterday, barely moving, and couldn't help but secretly marveled: "Hamar said that elves like the night and the moon, I still don't believe it, it turns out it's true.
"
Teresil said: "Elune brings natural blessings to all races on the earth."
"Who is Elune?"
"Moon God."
"I understand." Shen Zhimo thought to himself: "Just like the Bodhisattvas and Laojun over there, they are all used to deceive people."
Ask the two apprentices who have just woken up to open the stove, explain a few words, walk out of the door, and say to Tyreehill: "Since you don't want to eat, let's go to the market to see the excitement."