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Chapter Three Master Warren

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Lucien asked successfully, and smiled confidently in his heart: "There are only thirty or forty people in the Eastern Exile that can be called big shots. It's not difficult to guess. You can't be the subordinates of the nine city lords, right?

If he is one of their subordinates, why should he be secretive and not even give his name?"

Ding, clang, and rapid metal collision sounds came from behind the tavern, and the secret room seemed to be underground. The fight of several would-be knights caused the ground of the tavern to tremble slightly.

Seeing this, the guests dispersed outside one after another. They were not afraid of blood, killing, or seeing battles. They had lived and traveled in exile in the East for a long time. They had long been numb to such things and were completely indifferent. They were worried about the would-be knights.

Our fight in the secret room will damage the foundation and cause the tavern to collapse and hit us.

Lucien put his hands in the pockets of his long coat and slowly walked towards the door of the tavern. Many people from the Shahran Empire had fled here, and there was no shortage of guides. He and Leo were neither relatives nor friends, let alone

I don’t know whether he offended a certain lord in the Eastern Exile due to good or bad things, so there was no need to take action to stop this.

Seeing Lucien leaving indifferently, the leader man who was blind in one eye raised his giant sword with both hands and glanced at him doubtfully. Then he did not continue to provoke Lucien with his bad words, but turned around to cooperate with the other swordsman.

The soldier blocked the bartender and the tavern owner who came out after hearing the news. After all, from what he had just done, he could clearly tell that Lucien had the strength of a formal knight. He might not dare to offend the person behind him, but if he taunted him arrogantly again,

For him, being secretly killed and thrown into the forest would probably be the best outcome.

People living in the Eastern Exile, if they don’t have an absolutely tough background, no matter how vicious, arrogant, or arrogant they are, they still know how to be patient and wait when facing people who are stronger than themselves. Because those who don’t know how to do this have already all

It became food for wild beasts in the forest and materials for necromancers...

These are the rules of naked sword and sorcery!

Lucien walked calmly. He leisurely watched the white-haired tavern owner use his sword and shield to deal with the two-handed giant sword of the leader man. Their swordsmanship skills were simple and rough, with obvious Shahran Empire style.

"How dare you do something in Taran Tavern! Aren't you afraid of facing the wrath of several city lords?!" The tavern owner's original strength should be that of a quasi-knight who inspired his bloodline with potions, but he is old and frail. His own bloodline ability

It also seemed to increase strength and agility rather than supernatural power. Therefore, the battle with the leader man in his prime was fierce, and the winner was decided for a while. But being able to open a tavern in the Eastern Exile, there must be the support of a big shot behind it.

The leader man slashed with his giant sword in both hands and was blocked by the shield. He quickly struck back with the sword hilt, stopped the tavern owner's long sword, and took the opportunity to sneer: "If Leo hadn't been discovered, of course we wouldn't have dared to do anything in the Taran Tavern, but now Lei

Ou is hiding in your secret room! He is a bastard who has severely offended our young master. Even if there is a meeting of lords, the city lords will not say anything. At most, they will ask us to compensate for the damage to your tavern!"

At this time, most of the customers in the tavern had run out, and the previously crowded hall became sparse. Lucien walked halfway when he suddenly heard a loud noise, and the entire door flew back in pieces, hitting several drunkards.

Headache and bleeding.

Turning his head just right, Lucien dodged the fragments of the door and saw a large number of people walking in. Most of them wore black scale armor similar to the one-eyed man's style. The leader was a young man holding a gray-white cigar.

He did not wear the common leather armor, scale armor, or half-armor that adventurers often wear. Instead, like Lucien, he wore a white shirt, a brown vest, a black double-breasted gown, and a very "Holm taste."

He wears a tall top hat of the same color, has a thin face, a high nose bridge, and a pretty good appearance, but his black eyebrows are messy, and his face is unruly and cold.

On both sides of him stood a dangerous man. The man on the left had the same Holm style. He was short in stature, with shiny leather shoes, and light gray eyes cold and ruthless. The man on the right was tall and strong, casually wearing a brown leather armor, and had strong muscles.

, the floorboards creaked with every step I took.

The young man looked around the tavern hall, found a chair at the door and sat down. He stretched out his right hand, and a beautiful blond woman behind him knelt down in front of him and helped him untie his cufflinks. Her expression was blank.

Wearing a light blue dress in the style of a Tria palace, a patch of white flowers was exposed on her chest.

"Sir Yarolim, please help catch Leo." The young man ordered with a smile on his face. After several days of hunting, he finally caught the guy who ruined his good deeds, which made him unable to fully vent his anger.

All the anger burned back.

The short Yarolim said in a calm tone: "Yes, Master Warren."

With a slight kick of his shiny black leather shoes, his whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed behind the tavern. At the same time, he exuded the aura of a knight without reservation, making many guests who had no time to leave the tavern suppressed to the point where their hands and feet were weak and unable to move forward.

OK, blocking Lucien's path.

By the time Lucien squeezed out of the crowd and approached the door, Yarolim had already walked back with Leo in his arms. This was not because the strength of the quasi-knights was far lower than that of the formal knights. For example, Lucien did not take "Bloodline"

Before "Purifying Agent", Leo could rely on his agility to fight ordinary knights, but Leo was surrounded by several other quasi-knights. How could he resist a formal knight after a long battle.

Seeing that Leo was captured, the tavern owner and bartender gave up the fight with the one-eyed man and other swordsmen, and stood not far away with their shields and swords, wondering how to plead for mercy and how much price to pay.

Lucien looked at Leo with slight curiosity. He was struggling in Yarolim's hands. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair. His appearance was haggard and miserable, his eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled.

Boom, Yarolim threw Leo in front of the young man Warren.

There was a layer of black flame burning on Leo's body, as if it had swallowed up all his strength, making him unable to even get up.

Warren leaned forward, smiled sinisterly, stretched out his right hand, and slapped Leo's face hard: "Mr. Leo, I'm very happy to see you again. I wonder what you want to say to me?" His shallow expression

The blue eyes are full of violence.

Leo opened his eyes with difficulty, his cloudy green pupils showed pain. There was despair, but no regret at all: "Master Warren, I just reminded the noble lady. Let her not be deceived by you. You are from a place of exile in the East.

Loud human trafficker, are there too many humans, elves, dwarves, and orcs sent to the Shahran Empire through your training? If you have the strength to destroy the caravan, I naturally have no choice. I can only watch you ruin that place.

A noble lady, but you didn’t…”

Warren was dangerously reserved and retracted his right hand. He smiled kindly and said, "Mr. Leo, you are such a good man."

As soon as he finished speaking, he kicked out his right leg fiercely, hitting Leo in the abdomen, causing Leo to curl up like a shrimp and scream in pain.

He stretched his right foot in front of the blonde beauty and asked her to wipe the upper of the shoe carefully. Warren touched his chin: "Actually, I am very confused, Leo, why did you want to ruin my affairs? You and that noble lady

I didn’t know her before, so why did you take such a big risk to remind her? Do you, an old guy like you, have a crush on her? Hey, although she is indeed very beautiful."

Leo coughed violently and finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "This is my principle. Now that I have encountered it and have the ability to stop it, I can't watch a curious girl fall into the abyss."

"Hey, Mr. Leo, you are really a man with chivalry. It's a pity that you are not a real knight. You have principles but you can only be stepped on by a vicious villain like me." Warren's right foot came out of the arms of the blonde beauty.

He took it back, stepped on Leo's head, and crushed him, while adding, "The only option is to kill the whole family and escape here."

When Leo was reminded of his sad past, he made a loud sound in his throat, like a dying beast, making the adventurers around him feel their own sadness.

Warren turned his eyes to the tavern owner: "You don't need to speak, because the guy who dares to ruin my business must have a miserable enough end, so that I can maintain my dignity and deter other bastards. I am not just a cat or puppy.

The person who makes up his mind."

His aura was so dangerous that the tavern owner was speechless and speechless. Then he turned around and ordered: "Beat him hard first. After beating him, cut off his limbs and hang them on a wooden frame outside the city gate. Wait.

Wild dogs came at night and ate him up bite by bite."

As Warren said this, he released his foot from Leo's head and kicked him toward the one-eyed man.

The one-eyed man held Leo down and hit him hard with his huge fist.

At this moment, there was a sound like someone knocking on the door. They stopped subconsciously and looked back in shock. They saw the young man with short black hair, brown pupils, wearing a monocle, and wearing a suit similar to Warren's.

The man walked out of the crowd and tapped the floor with his leather shoes several times, simulating the sound of knocking on the door.

Warren, Yarolim, the tavern owner and others looked over and saw the young man smiling and saying, "Good afternoon, gentlemen."

It seems that he has no idea what the situation is now!

But Warren was not careless. He suppressed the doubts and weirdness in his heart and said solemnly and sinisterly: "We don't know this gentleman? I hope your answer will satisfy me."

Although Warren has a good father, has strong power, and has always been arrogant and vicious, he is not a fool. The other party dared to stand up even after seeing the strength of Yarolim and others, which shows that he probably has a certain degree of confidence. Therefore, he did not

He immediately turned his back and asked his men to catch him, but asked cautiously first.

Of course, if the opponent does not know how to advance or retreat, there are not many people Warren is afraid of in the Eastern Exile!

Lucien pointed at Leo, who suddenly flew up and flew to Lucien's side: "Mr. Warren, I need to hire Leo for something. If you have any grudges, I can settle them after I complete my mission.

"

His tone was calm, as if he was giving an order.

Regardless of his own danger, Leo insisted on his principles and helped the noble lady. This made Lucien give up the idea of ​​leaving, because it was more dangerous to cross the Shahran Empire by himself. If the person he hired was accustomed to betrayal and deception,

, it would be better to hide all the time. And for a principled quasi-knight like Leo, if he signs a contract and has a life-saving grace for him, then the possibility of him betraying him is very, very small.

In other words, people who can stick to principles are often more trustworthy than people who focus on interests. From the employer's perspective, it is self-evident who to choose, even if it is a little troublesome.

Therefore, sometimes, noble character is not useless, it may save your life.


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