In the Principality of Zeon and the City of Fore, the bars at midnight were extremely noisy. The mercenaries who had survived one more day completely soaked their inner fears in ale.
The graceful maid smiled brightly, and the idle ordinary people whistled. The wandering magicians looked on coldly, the blood on the giant swords and long bows had long dried up, and the unlucky ghost who lost the storage bag was complaining.
Crunch! The door of the bar was pushed open again, and a strong man walked in carelessly. The smell of alcohol on his body was extremely stench.
Hiccup! The strong man burped while walking towards the bar. Wherever he passed, either cups and plates fell to the ground, or the other party was knocked back repeatedly. But no one in the bar dared to yell at him, and he couldn't even find him.
Find someone who can look him in the eye.
"Go home and learn if you can't walk. Are all the guys in the Principality of Jean blind?" However, just when everyone was about to return to normal, a very discordant voice suddenly sounded.
The dark red mage robe, the staff that is more than two meters high, and the green face. Wandering mages are a group that considers themselves free, but at the same time they are controversial.
Their nature is very similar to that of mercenaries. "Teaching yourself without a teacher" is their only way out, and "making prompt decisions" is their way of life.
It doesn't matter if your rank is not as good as the other party, because as long as you can survive, you will have revenge one day. The wandering mage is most afraid of the kind of powerful and unreasonable existence. This is like a person who has lost his way in the first place, but then steps into it.
In the mire.
However, as the saying goes, "no coincidences are true". Although this young man successfully attracted everyone's attention in the bar, he did not know that his life was about to come to an end tonight.
Because he didn't take the Principality of Zeon seriously at all, perhaps because of the loneliness of the Principality of Zeen, or because it had been disliked by other principalities for nearly a hundred years.
But after all, the nine principalities are behemoths with profound foundations. There are countless people in King Aogu, but none of the nine principalities has really perished.
"Huh? Who is farting here? You are just an agency worker, but you dare to talk nonsense? If you drink too much, get out and don't urinate to see your own morality. You are just like a retarded person."
The strong man grinned when he heard this, then grabbed the ale cup from the person next to him and drank it down. Seeing this, the bar owner sighed and immediately sent his men to notify the city guard.
The strong man's name was Muller. He was originally the personal guard of the old King Augu, but he escaped from the royal city after the Holy War and finally chose to settle in the Principality of Zeon.
Time passed, and that inconspicuous high-level knight turned out to be a peak powerhouse. No one knows what he experienced during this period, or what adventures he had.
No one could have guessed that he directly rejected the recruitment of the new king of Ogu, and even gained the notoriety of being "removed from the Divine Blessing Knight" because of this.
However, in the Principality of Jean, Mueller's name is known to everyone, but this reputation is all negative. Bloodthirsty is his habit, and irritability is his daily life. The great plague sword (two-handed sword)
), like its owner, will bring bad luck to anyone who sees it.
If Grand Duke Jose is the supreme being in the city of Forreli, then Muller is a piece of shit next to him. Although it is not fatal, it is also extremely disgusting.
He is not affiliated with the Duchy's cavalry, he is not a mercenary who travels around all day long, he has never set foot in the Holy Cross Guild, and he rarely even lives in his own house.
No one knows what Muller is doing in the city of Fletcher, and no one knows his true purpose. There have been provocations from big nobles in person, but Muller neither chose to tolerate it nor argue with the opponent.
With just one sword, the whole family was sent directly to the Hall of Valor without even a word of begging for mercy.
All the nobles were silent, and all the professionals were silent. Grand Duke Jose turned a deaf ear to this, but Muller just curled his lips, as if the bloody purgatory in front of him had nothing to do with him.
"Little guy, you don't think your status as a mid-level magician is very noble, do you? Since you ruined my interest in drinking, you can go and die."
"Spear of Heaven!"
Mueller used the plague sword without any warning, and then gently spit out the powerful combat skills that only the Divine Blessing Knight could master. Everyone in the bar ran away after hearing the news, and the city guard officer who came after hearing the news was even more confused.
He ran to the other side of the street without looking back.
However, the expected powerful fighting spirit slash did not appear, and even the plague sword was inserted into the floor at some point.
One punch, just a simple punch! Mueller directly shattered the opponent's magic defense barrier and pierced the opponent's chest. Blood spurted out, and the internal organs fell all over the ground like tatters.
"Someone comes and cleans this place up. Then you can warm up a jar of good wine for me."
"By the way, is there any more roast rabbit? Chicken legs are okay too. Anyway, let's have something to eat first. I'm almost starving to death."
As Mueller spoke, he put away his giant plague sword. It was only then that the bar became truly quiet, or in other words, no one dared to speak wildly.
Seeing that Muller was still invincible, everyone plucked up the courage to return. Muller was still the alien in Fletcher City, still powerful, and still no one could defeat him.
No one cares about the dead mid-level wandering mage anymore, because in people's hearts, they have long been accustomed to Mueller's existence, or they have already regarded him as one of their own.
Because to be honest, although Mueller has a violent personality, he has never killed anyone. If it weren't for those provocateurs, Mueller's reputation would never be inferior to that of Archduke Jose.
"Lord Muller, please tell me how we should handle today's matter. This is the city of Fletcher after all." The leading city guard first bowed and saluted, and then asked carefully.
"Deal with it? I just killed an outsider. Is the Principality of Jean a holy mother? It has to be involved in everything?" Mueller laughed loudly after hearing this, and the oily chicken leg instantly turned into a bone.<
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"You can do whatever you want. I will personally tell the Grand Duke about this matter. That's it. Don't bother me here to drink." Mueller waved to the other party to leave. The city guard no longer bothered him, but just took him away.
He found the body of the mid-level wandering mage.
"I don't know if those professionals can do it. It's really difficult to deal with strong aliens."
"Old Master, I have fulfilled my promise. Now Prince Jose can dominate the world, and Mueller is fully satisfied."
"But Muller is a wanderer. Instead of fighting and killing outside, it would be better to stay in the Principality of Jean."
"But I am not the opponent of the 'Twelve Warcraft' frost giant Ymir. I was not before, not now, and definitely not in the future."
"I will keep this 'Plague Sword' in Fletcher City. Although Lu Xiu lacks qualifications, he is better because of his hard work. I hope he has the urge to let me draw the sword, otherwise this sword will be returned to Jose." Muller poured ale into his stomach while listening to the noise in the bar. He is a bloody man, so he will spend most of his life to repay the kindness of old Grand Duke Jean.