The door of the dormitory was slapped, and the dust on the lintel fell. A slightly childish voice shouted: "Mr. Saga, someone is looking for you outside, the master asked me to call you!" Shen Zhimo woke up from his thoughts, heard that it was Tang En's voice, and pushed the door and asked: "What's the fuss?"

Tang En was sweating, his face was flushed, and he felt a little panicked: "First, sir, there are many people coming outside, I'm going to ask you, I recognize them all from the Tiger Mercenary Group!" The mercenary group's reputation is like a wolf and a tiger, and everyone will be frightened when they hear it. Even a child knows that there will be no good things for them to come to him.

"Oh, I understand, stay here and don't run around."

Shen Zhimo stuffed the handwritten book "Thirteen Styles of Thousand Illusions" back under the pillow, closed the door, walked through the patio, and walked into the shop.

Apart from the sound of the stove, the atmosphere in the shop was very quiet. Hamar sat opposite a stranger, with two glasses of cheap ale on the messy table, but he had not moved a drop. Old Hamar was anxious and had already sweated. He looked around from time to time, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, and then looked like he wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing.

The man opposite was about fifty years old, wearing a gray robe, with complex and gorgeous gold-patterned patterns and gold-edged on the collar, cuffs, and front collar, and a hideous saber-toothed tiger badge pattern with a hideous face. The word "king" on the tiger's forehead was similar to the badge I saw when I saw Simon a few days ago. The man had a white beard, blond hair, few wrinkles, a heavy face, and bright eyes. When he looked at it, he felt that this man was extremely imposing, and a typical superior demeanor hit him. Hamar was as small as an ant in front of him.

There were more than a dozen people standing quietly outside the blacksmith shop, with solemn expressions and solemn waists straight, among which were Simon and the thieves and cannibals I saw in the morning. It seemed that the tiger mercenary group was looking for a place, and the boss was sitting inside. No wonder Hamar was so scared that such civilians could not afford to provoke the domineering mercenary group.

Shen Zhimo touched his chin and had been left with his beard for three months. Shi Shi walked over, stood in front of the man in a big way, looked at him with a high look, and asked rudely: "Are you looking for me? What's the matter?"

The man smiled slightly, stood up and stretched out his right hand: "Dear brave man, Mr. Saga, I am Recher Solomon, the leader of the Tiger Mercenary Corps of the Port."

Shen Zhimo held him and came into contact with the acupoints of "Laogong", "Shaoshang" and "Shaolao" in his palm. Suddenly, he felt that the leader's hand had a kind of magical element fluctuations, continuous, layer by layer, and rushed towards him. It was actually similar to the internal force. He was shocked and used his internal force to compete with him.

Solomon was a low-level magician at the Imperial Central Magic Arcane Academy. Twenty years ago, he was ordered to go to the front line to fight in the third Warcraft War. After the war, he probably suffered some mental trauma. He did not return to the Arcane Academy to report, but went to Kuzeskar Port to form a mercenary group. In the past twenty years, he relied on the mercenary group to collect a lot of magic scrolls and a large number of gems. Although he did not go back to the assessment, his strength had surpassed the intermediate third-level magician.

Shaking hands between the two people is one of the most common things, but Solomon's heart is surging and he cannot calm down at this moment. He wanted to use the wind-type magic that he had been studying for a long time to test the young man's foundation, but he never expected that the young man's hand suddenly released a huge force that looked like a demon but not a demon, like a mountain and sea, rushing through his tiger's mouth, middle finger, and palm edge, almost tearing his hands into pieces. Every muscle was suffering severe pain, as if he was tightly held with a plier and pulled back and forth, and it was so painful that his magic power had long been vanished by the huge force of the young man, and only then did he realize that what Simon and others said was not false.

Even though he is tough and never admits his defeat in his life, he can't help but consider the consequences of his right hand being ruined. In desperation, he made a friendly move with a nature of showing weakness. He first let go of his hand and gritted his teeth and smiled: "Dear Mr. Saga, I have always heard of your name. There is nothing special about today. I'll come to visit him. Anyway, we live not far away and are half a neighbor."

Shen Zhimo had already squeezed out all the internal force that had been condensed for a long time. If he persisted for another minute, he would be weak all over and beg for mercy on the spot. Even so, a lot of cold sweat broke out in his heart, thinking that the power of Fanbang's magic is not much worse than that of internal strength. He won a victory in face, tried to gain a firm foothold, and did not let Solomon see his weakness, and said coldly: "Mr. Solomon, since you are visiting, where is the gift? Don't you know if you are rude?"

Solomon's old face turned slightly red and said, "Since the neighbors are too polite, it's not good to be a gift, will it be delivered next day." The so-called visit is actually just a polite excuse. When he came here, he wanted to teach this ungrateful boy a lesson, and secondly, he also wanted to take it for himself. However, after a few gossips, he gave up his previous idea. The strength shown by this black-haired foreigner named Saga can only be described as unfathomable, and the person is unruly and is definitely not a good partner. Simon also mentioned that an elf magician had not yet appeared. It can be guessed that there must be greater power behind them.

Shen Zhimo didn't want to beat around the bush. He always had a man who had something to say. He pulled out the bench and sat on it, put a foot on it, looked fearless and slutty. He picked up Hamar's glass of ale and drank it dry, and asked, "Solomon, did I come to the door because I injured your subordinates? If so, you can leave."

Solomon was so angry that he smoked his orifices and thought to himself: "What a strong personality! The nobles at the port didn't dare to speak to me like this." But he was silent and said slowly: "Mr. Saga, you are right. I came for that matter and planned to negotiate a solution."

Shen Zhimo sneered: "What's there to negotiate? I'm going to settle the place in the market. You are levying heavy taxes, and the amount of tax collection is huge, which is difficult for ordinary residents to bear, and it will be difficult for them to continue to develop in the long run. Therefore, I should manage and maintain it, rather than you, the group of worms." Since his skills were perfect, Shen Zhimo no longer had to look at anyone's face. His strong personality made him form a style of speaking without leaving any room for anything. Even if the internal force disappears and the advantages no longer exist, this habit will not change.

In response to the old saying, "Solomon is a well-known figure in the port. In front of his subordinates and the lowly blacksmith, how could he withstand the naked provocation of Shen Zhimo, an unknown little character, slammed the table and said, "Mr. Saga, I admire your strength, but don't forget who is the real master in the port. I'll ask you, it's your meaning, but don't be ignorant of your ruling, so as not to suffer any unrestrained disasters."

"Mr. Solomon, how many ladies do you have? How many children do you have?"

"I have a beautiful and kind wife, both children are already adults." Solomon did not understand the way the Chinese spoke. Seeing that he suddenly changed the subject, he thought he had given up and used his common words to hide his cowardice after being intimidated, and smiled and said, "They are my beloved."

"Very good, what you meant just now was that if I don't obey your orders, I'll die ugly right?"

Solomon tapped the table with his finger: "Yes, you are very smart. If you want to join the Tiger Mercenary Corps, I will give you unimaginable glory and wealth."

Shen Zhimo coldly interrupted him: "You are wrong, let me finish your words for you. If I don't agree and must ask for the market, can you make me die beautifully? Is that what does that mean?"

Solomon nodded reservedly and smiled elegantly.

Shen Zhimo pointed out of the door and said, "There are about one hundred members of the mercenary group, Simon and the others are all the elites. Are you planning to let these elites teach me a lesson? Even if there are too many people, I can't stand it, but now I will tell you a good thing. I have learned the skills of thieves, and can escape calmly through the encirclement of thousands of people. At that time, you can imagine what your wife and children will end under my bayonet. Their bloody heads will become my place to revenge."

Solomon was stunned for a moment, and after savoring these words, he couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat, his face was blue and white. He only wanted to threaten and never thought about this issue seriously. In fact, Solomon also had countless enemies in the port, but since the rise of the mercenary group, no one dared to speak to him like this.
Chapter completed!