Part Two: The Human World Chapter Seven: You're Welcome
This is a very common hybrid building of hotels, pubs and brothels in Bracada. The unique hall is filled with mercenaries, businessmen and prostitutes. The half-drunk and noisy prostitutes chatting and bargaining are integrated and indistinguishable from each other to form this town.
unique atmosphere.
With a bang, the door of the tavern was kicked open. A young man walked in, wearing a dirty robe that covered half of his face. The exposed lower half of his face was also covered with traces of travel dust. Yes
This dress is very common in the city, but it attracts the attention of the whole pub, especially the eyes of the mercenaries with a lot of hostility. The alcohol in their blood catalyzes the violent atmosphere developed by their lifestyle, making them hostile to them.
This arrogant attitude is very sensitive.
Ding, a not very loud sound silenced the atmosphere and restlessness in the whole pub.
The object that made this sound was a small round object with a shining yellow light. It was rolling from the air and falling into the palm of the intruder. Everyone could tell at a glance that the light on it was not copper.
It is a dull reddish yellow, and no other metal can have such an attractive color. Almost everyone often sees this color in their sleep.
"I want to hire someone." The intruder sat down at a table, his impatient tone became more arrogant, but no one thought he was arrogant. The thing between his fingers was basically suitable for any place and any behavior.
Pass. "You choose the most powerful person among you. If he can survive my hand again, I will hire him. One day, one gold coin."
It was only one day, and it was a hundred times the normal monthly salary. Less than half of the people in the tavern stood up on the spot, all holding the guy they were eating in their hands and looking murderously at the competitors. After evaluating each other,
Some people slowly sat down by themselves in disgrace.
"Put down your weapons. I don't want to cause any more trouble to the magistrate. Just leave empty-handed." The intruder ordered a glass of wine and started drinking without even looking at the group of people.
The businessmen and prostitutes who were still sitting hurriedly fled upstairs. The bartender and the boss watched helplessly, but they didn't have the courage to go up and stop them.
The remaining job seekers began to kick away the tables and chairs one by one to make a clear space. It was not known who made the move first, and immediately a chaotic physical fight began.
The muffled sounds of flesh hitting flesh were occasionally interspersed with cracking bones and screams, and from time to time there were shouts to add to the fun. Dozens of fists, feet, fingers, elbows, knees, heads, and teeth flew all over the place.
The organs used for attack are fully functioning and trying to leave their mark on the opponent's body. This is definitely a rare and spectacular scene. However, the instigator of this scene does not seem to be interested and is still sitting on the table next to the door.
He was sitting there, holding a cup and sipping in small sips. Occasionally he looked up and immediately frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied.
This is already the thirteenth house, and each house repeats the same words. Starting from the fourth house, he asked for a glass of beer, and now he was a little drunk. He began to wonder whether doing this would make Brakada
The mercenary industry collapsed. Just as he was worried, he suddenly discovered something interesting.
The sound of the collision of flesh gradually decreased, and finally it was the same as the previous twelve times. Finally, a bruised and bruised champion stood crookedly among the lying bodies of his colleagues.
"I am the strongest!" The champion wiped away his bleeding nose and shouted with a sense of accomplishment.
"Why are you the strongest?" The gold coin was still flicking between his fingers. The person flicking the gold coin seemed a little drunk.
"Because I am the last one standing and all my opponents have fallen, so of course I am the strongest." The champion is very proud and keeps flowing.
The nosebleed is the testimony of his glory.
"Really?" The question was drawn out in a long voice.
"Yes!" Before the champion could utter the last word that he was sure of, he immediately heard the sound of his jaw being pulled and bones breaking, and then five teeth came out of his mouth and three of them entered his stomach.
.Finally, the pain hit him and knocked him unconscious.
"It seems that you are the strongest?" asked the drunken award presenter. He had been looking at the final winner from the beginning, and saw that he was knocked to the ground with a punch from the beginning. The position where he fell was a coincidence.
It happened to be in a place where it was not easy to be stepped on, and the posture of falling was even better, allowing him to jump up from the ground in the shortest time and deliver the most powerful blow.
"I am the strongest in the first place. If I were not too hungry and too weak, I would not have to use such despicable methods." The voice of the final winner was weak, and his body seemed to be a little unsteady. This blow was almost gone.
All his physical strength was used up. He was a very thin, very embarrassed man, with messy hair that covered half of his face. He was wearing tattered clothes that showed that although he was a little thin, he still had good body lines.
"Now can I get this job if I knock you down again?" The final winner has to sprint towards the goal.
"Why not use this method? At least the result seems to be that you are the strongest." The drunken man looked at him with a smile.
The victor did not speak, but walked towards him step by step. He was accumulating his strength and fighting spirit with every step he took.
Approaching. The winner knows that if he wants to become a real winner, all his hope lies in this blow. He has no remaining strength and chance. The drunken man in front of him is still smiling drunkenly.
Hold him.
Shaking his left shoulder forward, he stepped forward with his left foot, and punched out with his right hand that he had been concentrating on for a long time. With a sound from Carla, the fine wine table was smashed to pieces by this punch, and splinters of wood flew everywhere.
But that powerful fist was caught, just when he had exhausted all his strength to break the table. This was a very good opportunity. As long as he followed the trend and twisted forward, he would be in trouble for the rest of his life.
Don't even think about delivering such a powerful blow again.
He knew he lost. Even when his physical strength was intact, he probably wouldn't be an opponent. He was at the end of his rope and had been wandering around this strange city for a few days and was hungry for a few days. He spent all the hope and energy he had left.
At this opportunity, a kind of sadness of the last futility in a desperate situation came up, making his hands and feet weak and almost falling.
But he immediately felt the little yellow thing stuffed into his fist. "You passed. Now I want you to eat something good, take a bath, and then rest comfortably overnight to replenish your strength."
." These words that sounded like sounds from nature surprised him. He turned his head to look at the speaker.
It was only at such a close distance that the two people could clearly see each other's appearance, and at the same time they were surprised: "Is it you?"
In the evening, in the room of one of the best hotels in Bracada, Asa lay on the bed and carefully recalled everything he had seen in the Big-Eared Monster's lair.
The terrain, the number of big-eared monsters, their wariness and attitude towards him, and the cave where Chris is imprisoned. It is indeed as Mr. Polugan said, it seems that it is only the first time for them to do this kind of thing. Experience
It's far from being wary. There should be a good chance.
Just now, when he was still in those troubles and annoyances, he was suddenly reminded by Lord Polugan's words about his method. It was indeed like this, it should have been like this a long time ago. Asa immediately planned to use the method that he was very accustomed to and very good at.
Divide this headache thing into two and solve it directly and to the point, and eliminate it.
Of course, this is not an easy task. Helpers are necessary, but not too many. So he started to look for suitable candidates in the taverns in the city. Unexpectedly, he found an old acquaintance after searching almost all the taverns.
Rodhart walked in. Although he looked much thinner than a month ago, the perfect lines of muscles and bones exposed by his bare upper body still showed his good physique. He had just eaten a meal in Bra
The best meal Kada could eat, and then he went to take a bath in the hotel's special large bathhouse, which refreshed him a lot. His hair and face were cleaned, and he still looked like before.
Handsome and tall.
"Have a good sleep. I will call you when it's time to leave tomorrow." Asa jumped up from the bed and pointed to the clothes and a sword he had just asked someone to buy. "That's for you."
Rodhart was still silent. He had not spoken actively since the two of them recognized each other just now. But his eyes kept jumping, as if he didn't know what to say.
"Thank you." Rodhart suddenly bowed to Asa. "Whether it's today or the incident before, I really thank you very much."
Suddenly seeing him coming like this, Asa waved his hands and said, "No need... Are the villagers okay?"
Rodhart said: "They are all okay. I swindled a lot of money out of Airy City and took them far away. They have now found a new place to settle down. But no one can go back.
That's all." His expression didn't fluctuate much when he mentioned this matter. It seemed that he had come out of the great sadness and self-blame. This was not an easy thing.
Asa noticed a cut on the corner of his mouth, which should have been caused by his kick on his face. The innocence and vitality on his face had been washed away by pain and cruelty, making him no longer look the same.
He was childish, but was replaced by strength and determination. This spirit combined with his already handsome face formed a kind of good-looking that is unique to men.
Asa shook his head and said: "No, you can go back. No one knows what you have done. They are all dead."
Rodhart shook his head in despair: "Maybe they can, but I can't. I don't have the face to face them. They don't want to see me anymore. That's why I came here alone to make a living.
Who knew..." He put on a self-deprecating smile. "It turns out that eating is not easy either."
"It's really not easy." Asa sighed with emotion, remembering that more than a month ago, he was also hungry in Airy's tavern, waiting for food, but now their positions were reversed.
Rodhart smiled bitterly and said: "But now there are many people who want to catch me to eat. I heard that none of the imperial envoys and local officials in Airy went back. Could it be you..."
Asa said: "I didn't kill them, but they were all dead." What happened in the middle was so bizarre that he couldn't tell.
"Now this debt has been settled on me. I went back to swindle money with the seal of the Imperial Envoy. It has become the only clue in this case and I have been wanted nationwide. Fortunately, my face was covered with blood at that time, and no one was there.
Look at me clearly." Rodhart looked at Asa sincerely. "I really thank you, really thank you."
But Asa was a little afraid of this kind of emotion that others would invest in him. He waved his hands and said impatiently: "No need to thank you for anything, no need to thank you for anything. I will ask you to help me tomorrow."