In the bustling tavern, with crowds of people coming and going, Berto got off his horse, handed his beloved horse to the tavern waiter, and walked straight into the tavern with Tarinam.
This is a border town in Bretonnia, with a familiar smell, a familiar sky and lawn, and even the smell of earth seems to exude fragrance.
Three years, exactly three years, Baron Bertone set out from his own territory, traveling around the world alone, exploring everywhere. He went to the snow-ravaged Norse, and killed ferocious direwolves and saber-toothed tigers;
Empire, fighting the most savage beastmen in the forest; they also went to Sylvania, and fought head-on with vampires; they also went to Kislev, and fought bloody battles with necromancers; in the border princedom, they became mercenaries,
The bloodbath of the undead pirates...now, they are back.
Berto has an inseparable emotion for his homeland. It's not a delicate love affair with home like a woman, but a passionate passion to protect and love his homeland. For this homeland, he can stand up without hesitation.
.To safeguard his glory and dignity. For the sake of this homeland, he will break his bones to pieces, no matter what.
"My wife often says I'm a lunatic."
Sitting in the tavern, ordering a few bottles of wine and snacks, Berto chatted with Talinnam about the past of his hometown. This was the first time Talinam heard the old knight talk about his hometown.
"He said that I was not doing my job properly, and that I left my own territory alone and went out to fool around. He said that I didn't want to make progress. Other lords had to work hard to expand their territories and make their families richer, but I,
She said all I do is drink and fight all day long."
Berto said, and took a painful sip of wine. Yes, it was painful. Although he didn't say it, Talinnam could also see that Berto was in pain. His face was very ugly, with wrinkles covering his forehead and the corners of his eyes. It looked like it was painful.
Very old.
"But! But she doesn't know! A real Bretonnian knight should travel the world, practice himself, save lives, help the weak, and punish evil! This is the real Bretonnian knight. She...she knows nothing!"
As the old knight spoke, he spit out a mouthful of chicken bones and drank another glass of wine.
"But you love her, you still love her, right."
Talinnam looked at the old knight Berto and said. His voice was very calm. The past year of getting along with him made him familiar with this old man who has a cold appearance and a fiery heart. He is indeed an old man with a passionate and passionate heart.
Exceptional martial arts, but helpless world, people's values are distorted. The traditional spirit of chivalry is being lost bit by bit. Talinnam can see that, he can see how much the man in front of him longs to return to the hot-blooded man who sacrificed his life to kill the enemy.
In this age, how much he longed to return to that innocent, unpolluted era. However, he could not do it. Born in this young age, all he saw was distorted human nature and decadent royal power.
People get drunk and fight, or cheat and kidnap, just for the immediate profit.
Bertolt did not answer Talinnam's words directly, his eyes dimmed, he grabbed the wine bottle and poured another glass of wine, and drank it down, as if this was the only way to temporarily paralyze his nerves.
"I love her, of course I love her..."
The old knight finally said.
"What about you? Talinnam, do you have a lover?"
Berto raised his head and asked.
"Me? I haven't...I haven't even held a girl's hand."
Talinnam replied shyly.
"Okay, very good. I advise you not to touch women in the future. Don't invest your emotions and don't have too much hope in women. They..."
In the middle of speaking, Berto drank wine alone again. It was as if wine had a magical power that could make him forget many, many boring things.
"ah……"
Just as the two were opening up and chatting about the past, a girl's frightened screams and several gangsters' obscene insults rang out from the tavern hall.
Talinnam turned his head and saw two young men with tattoos stroking a female worker in a tavern. The female worker was squeezed in a corner, disheveled, looking desperately at the people around her, but no one said anything.
, even the diners fled one after another after seeing it and walked out of the tavern door. The owner of the tavern just looked at it and did not dare to say a word.
I saw four or five young men, either with bare hands or with iron tools, approaching the girl. They were full of dirty words.
Talinnam was furious, while Bertot sat in his seat, chewing nuts, with a calm face.
"Go ahead, show no mercy."
Finally, the old knight gave the order.
Talinnam suddenly stood up and strode forward, staring closely at the village bullies and gangsters.
"Hey, hey, hey..."
The gangster on the outside was about to stop him, but he was pushed by Talinnam and pushed directly to the ground. The tables and chairs were pushed down, making a harsh noise. The other four gangsters immediately turned around, with hostile faces on their faces.
The gangster closest to Talinnam raised his dagger and rushed over. Unexpectedly, Talinnam, who did not look strong, turned sideways to avoid the stabbing attack, grabbed the opponent's dagger, flipped his wrist, and exerted force.
He turned the dagger around and stabbed it directly into the heart of the little gangster.
Talinnam took advantage of the situation and pulled out the dagger. When the third gangster hit him with an iron rod, he bent down to avoid the attack and threw the opponent to the ground. The dagger in his hand pressed down, and the blood-red blade penetrated the skin.
, piercing the little gangster's throat.
The remaining two hooligans panicked. In just a few seconds, the several companions who had been full of life and vigor just now had become corpses lying on the ground. They had never seen anyone so agile.
After staring for a moment, the two people quickly ran away. One tried to open the window and jump out, while the other tried to rush out from the door. Talinnam first grabbed the dagger and threw it hard. The bloody dagger flew at high speed and hit one of them in the head.
On the back, the dagger was inserted through the cervical vertebrae, killing him with one stab.
As soon as the other one rushed to the gate, Talinnam grabbed his clothes and dragged him back. Just as he was about to stand up, he was stepped on by Talinnam. His leather boots stained with horse manure stepped on the little gangster's head.
Before the tavern owner could react, Talinnam stomped on the gangster's face, leaving a pool of red blood behind...
"Oh my God, what are you doing?"
The tavern owner recovered from his panic, walked up to Talinnam, and screamed angrily.
"Don't you see? We are helping you get rid of the villains."
Talinnam whispered. Even though the fight just now was fierce, he was breathless and calm.
"You can't get rid of them all! If you kill them, their accomplices will come in a few days! It's useless even if you stay here, they will still come after you leave!"
The tavern owner hissed. The anxious tone and worried face made Talinnam feel helpless. He helped others, but in the end he was scolded...
"Forget it, forget it, let's go! Leave quickly. I'm afraid my store is going to close, and I have to take my children somewhere to hide."
The tavern owner muttered to himself. Talinnam had no choice but to pack his luggage and prepare to hit the road again with the old knight. At this time, the girl who had been hiding in the corner shivering followed him and grabbed Talinnam's clothes.
horn--
"Take me away, please. They will come again. Next time, I will be beaten to death..."
The girl said with a cry.
Talinnam glanced at the delicate tavern maid, and then at Berto beside him. Berto did not speak, but nodded slightly. Talinam then helped the girl up from the ground, "Take your