The withered wooden doors on both sides creaked and creaked, and everyone turned their heads in surprise and looked at the source of the careless sound.

"Hey, what are you all looking at me for? Boss, remember my Malang wine." The blue-haired and green-eyed Hyde poked his head out of the door, his eyes falling on the rows of fine wines on the counter.

He showed greedy and eager eyes. When it comes to the desire for alcohol, not many people can surpass him.

"Grant?" Some mercenaries were still immersed in the atmosphere of mourning and solemnity for Martinez. Suddenly they heard that the storyteller who had not arrived for more than ten days was coming. At this time, they were more or less surprised and excited. They waited

For more than ten days, I didn't wait for that young man, and I didn't expect that this day would actually come.

Conrad clearly felt subtle changes in the air, which seemed to be inexplicably affected by the man named Grant. There was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and he guessed that this man might be very powerful. At least, he should be more popular among the mercenaries.

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The red-faced boss with rosacea couldn't help but curse: "You drunkard, if he is really behind you, call him out quickly. He hasn't come to my place for more than ten days this time. I really want to ask."

Ask what's going on." There was a slight hint of annoyance in his tone, but his face still had a slight smile. As early as when I told the story, the other party would just come by casually, and every time he came, he would calculate the reward according to the mercenary's reward.

Money, or a small cut from the wine.

Therefore, whether the other party comes or not is voluntary. The other party has no obligation to him. At the moment, it is just a casual conversation.

"Who is Grant? He should be famous among the mercenaries." Conard turned to ask the mercenary next to him. He felt that the atmosphere was different and he was busy checking out the other person's situation.

"Grant is a kid who is very good at telling stories, and he knows a lot of things. When he gets bored, he usually just listens here. Of course, we mercenaries have never told outsiders, so naturally you don't know."

A mercenary with straight brown hair was saying with an indifferent expression. His fair face and eyes were outside, looking forward to Grant's appearance.

"Oh, that's right." Conrad suddenly realized.

outside the door.

"I'm sorry, uncle in the tavern, I'm busy with some things and can't get away for the time being, especially since I'll be very busy in the future, so I plan to come and finish the last story this time." Grant walked out of the door.

Come, he said apologetically, he squinted his eyes slightly, and as soon as he reached the door, he found a familiar figure standing in the group of mercenaries.

"Huh?" Grant was stunned.

Conrad was also obviously taken aback. After he reacted, his expression immediately changed, revealing a look of fanaticism and admiration. He strode up to Grant, bowed his waist and said excitedly: "Your Excellency, I didn't expect you to be in this place.

"I'm so sorry you saved us last time. Otherwise, Neve and I might not be able to come back. I'm so grateful to you."

"It's just a matter of convenience." Grant didn't expect Conrad to appear at this moment, so he took advantage of the situation and exchanged a few polite words with him.

But these sounds fell in the ears of the group of mercenaries behind, but it was not that simple. A simple sentence, "rescuing them in the forest," was enough to make them think about the flaxen figure, the tall ordinary knight.

Strength, these various figures gradually overlapped and converged into Grant's face. This made them look shocked and looked at Grant in disbelief.

"No way, Grant is the young man in black robe. I don't think he looks like him at all. He is a powerful person close to the level of an ordinary knight."

"But didn't you see that Conrad ran over immediately? I really didn't expect that Grant would have such terrifying strength. I'm afraid that when he went to the Fire City garrison, he would be the captain of the garrison."

"It really surprised me. I didn't expect Grant to be so powerful."

After sighing, many mercenaries had complicated expressions. Their eyes were a little warm, and a touch of surprise always surrounded their hearts. No one thought that there would be such a background, thinking of the young man who has been telling stories here.

, there are actually "nobles" who are close to ordinary knights. A strange sense of superiority and loss also quietly sprouts in their hearts.

The boss's eyes widened and he stood nearby. He patted his face to make sure he was not dreaming. He took a step to the side and took Conard's rough hands. He leaned very close to his face without caring about the other person's identity as a man.

He said with repeated confirmation: "Conard, are you sure you read it correctly? Grant is a master with an ordinary knight level."

"Well, I can swear to the temple that nothing I said is a lie." Conard thought that the other party didn't believe it. He felt that this was a test of his character, so he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and swore.

Hearing these words, the tavern owner couldn't help but take a breath and looked at Grant with the eyes of a monster. He was also a warrior with quasi-knight strength before. After several experiences of fighting in the orc army, he knew how to look at people.

He was quite discerning, but he was completely unable to see that Grant actually possessed such terrifying strength.

Originally, he planned to train him to improve his physical strength if the other party told more stories here, but now it seems that he found that he really thought too much.

"Wait, what are you talking about? What kind of young man in black robe?" Hyde interjected, a little confused amidst the sudden change in everyone's attitude. But when he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and suddenly patted Grant excitedly.

On his shoulder, he said in surprise: "Grant, you are not that mysterious young man with super strength, are you?"

He had no idea that the young man in black robes rumored to be in the past few days was actually Grant, but as soon as he took the photo, he suddenly discovered that this man had the status of an ordinary knight and a noble knight. He immediately pulled back his hands tremblingly, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

He smiled. He understood that the noble knight was no longer something he, a little mercenary, could touch.

The dividing line between nobles and commoners is extremely clear.

The way many mercenaries around looked at Grant gradually changed. They understood that although Grant had not sworn an oath to Baron Hanmo now, in terms of force, sooner or later he would become a knight, and becoming a noble in the future would be a stable thing. Therefore, at first,

I couldn't help but swallow all the jokes I was planning to make.

All the changes were seen in Grant's eyes. He remained silent. He just observed the changes around him and noticed everyone's gaze. He couldn't help but sigh: "Is this the awe brought by the change in strength? The gap in the background

, it is indeed huge.”

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Chapter completed!