Dust of History Chapter 7: Thanks

This is a hotel, tavern and brothel hybrid building that is very common in Bracada. The unique hall is full of mercenaries, merchants and prostitutes. The half-drunk hustle and bustle of prostitutes chatting coquettishly, bargaining and bargaining are integrated into each other to form a unique atmosphere in this town.

With a bang, the door of the tavern was kicked open. A young man walked in, half of his face was covered by a dirty robe, and the exposed lower half of his face was also covered with traces of wind and dust. It is a very common dress in this city, but it attracts all the eyes of the tavern, especially the eyes of the mercenaries with a lot of hostility. This arrogant gesture is sensitive.

'Ding', a sound that was not very loud stopped all the atmosphere and restlessness in the tavern.

The thing that made this sound was a small round object with a shining yellow light, which was rolling from the air and falling into the palm of the intruder. Everyone can tell the light on it at a glance. It is not the dull reddish yellow of copper. No other metal can have such an attractive color. Almost everyone often sees this color in their sleep.

"I'm going to hire someone." The intruder sat on a table, and his impatient tone became even more arrogant, but no one thought he was arrogant anymore. That thing between your fingers is basically a license to do anything, anywhere. "You choose the most powerful person among you. If he can survive my hand again, I will hire him. One day, one gold coin."

It's just one day, and it's a hundred times the average monthly salary. A small half of the people in the tavern stood up on the spot, and all of them were pinching the guy who was eating by themselves, and looked at the competitors murderously. After evaluating each other, some people sat down slowly by themselves in disgrace.

"The weapons are all put down, I don't want to cause trouble to the magistrate, just empty hands." The intruder ordered a glass of wine and began to drink without even looking at the group of people.

Businessmen and prostitutes and all those who were still sitting hurriedly fled upstairs. The bartender and the boss watched helplessly, but they didn't have the guts to go up and stop them.

The rest of the job seekers began to kick the desks and stools away one by one to make room. I don't know which one made the first move, and immediately a chaotic massacre of limbs began.

There was the muffled sound of the collision of the gun and the gun, occasionally interspersed with the sound of broken bones and screams, and shouting from time to time to add to the fun. Dozens of fists, feet, fingers, elbows, knees, heads, and teeth flew all over the field, and all the organs that could be used for attacks were fully functional, trying to leave their own marks on the opponent's body. This is definitely a rare and spectacular scene. But the instigator of this scene didn't seem to be interested, he was still sitting on the table by the door, drinking in small sips from a cup, occasionally looked up, and immediately frowned, as if very dissatisfied.

This is already the thirteenth family, and each family repeats the same words. Starting from the fourth house, he wanted a glass of beer, and now he himself is a bit too drunk. He began to wonder if doing so would cause the mercenary industry in Bracada to collapse. Just as he was worried, he suddenly discovered something quite interesting.

The sound of collisions gradually decreased, and finally it was the same as the previous twelve times. Finally, a champion with a bruised nose and a swollen face stood crookedly among the lying bodies of his colleagues.

"I'm the strongest!" The champion wiped his nosebleeds away and shouted with a sense of accomplishment.

"Why are you the strongest?" The gold coin was still bouncing between his fingers, and the person who was bouncing the gold coin seemed a little drunk.

"Because only I was the last one standing, and all the opponents fell, so of course I am the strongest." The champion is very proud and is still streaming

The nosebleed is the testimony of his glory.

"Really?" The questioning tone dragged on for a long time.

"Yes!" The champion was sure that the last word hadn't been uttered completely, and he immediately heard the sound of "kela" from his lower jaw, and then five teeth fell out of his mouth Three went into the stomach. In the end, it was the pain that hit him and knocked him out.

"It seems that you are the strongest?" The drunk presenter asked. He watched the final victor from the very beginning, and watched him being knocked to the ground from the very beginning. The inverted position is very coincident, just in a place that is not easy to be stepped on, and the inverted posture is even better, so that he can jump from the ground in the shortest time and deliver the most powerful blow.

"I was the strongest in the first place. If I wasn't too hungry and too weak, I wouldn't have used such despicable methods." The voice of the final winner was weak, and his body seemed to be a little unstable. Hitting has used up almost all of his physical strength. This is a very thin and embarrassed man, with messy hair covering half of his face, wearing tattered clothes revealing his thin but still good body line.

"Now is it possible for me to knock you down again to get this job?" The final winner sprints towards the goal.

"Why not use this method? At least the result seems to be that you are indeed the strongest." The drunken man looked at him with a smile.

The victor did not speak, but walked towards him step by step. Every step he took was accumulating his own strength and fighting spirit.

Come closer. The victor knows that if he is to become a real victor, all hope lies in this blow, and he has no remaining strength and no chance. The drunken man in front of him still looked at him with a drunken smile.

The left shoulder swung forward, the left foot stepped forward, and the right hand punched out for a long time. With a sound of Kara, the fine wine table was smashed to pieces by this punch, and sawdust flew everywhere.

But that powerful fist was caught, just when he had run out of strength to break the table. This is a very well-timed opportunity, as long as he moves forward with the trend, he will never think of sending out such a powerful blow again in his life.

He knew he had lost. Even when his physical strength is intact, he probably won't be an opponent. He had already spent a few days wandering in this strange city and starved for a few days, and he used all his remaining hopes and funds on this opportunity. A kind of hopeless sadness surged up in the last futility, making his hands and feet weak and almost fell down.

But he immediately felt that little yellow thing stuffed into his fist. "You passed. Now I want you to eat something, take a bath, and rest comfortably for the night to replenish your strength." These words, which sounded like sounds of nature, caused him to be pleasantly surprised. He turned his head to look at the speaker.

Two people can see each other's face clearly at such a close distance, and they are surprised at the same time: "Is it you?"

In the evening, in the best hotel room in Bracada, Asa lay on the bed and thought carefully about everything he saw in the big-eared monster's lair.

Terrain, the number of monsters with big ears, their wariness and attitude towards him, and the cave where Chris was imprisoned. Indeed, as Mr. Borugan said, it seems that they are only doing this kind of thing for the first time, and their experience and vigilance are far behind. There should be a good chance.

When he was still in those troubles and troubles just now, he was suddenly reminded by Mr. Borugan's "own method". This is indeed the case, it should have been like this a long time ago, Asa immediately planned to use the method he is very used to and very good at to solve and eliminate this headache that caused him in a straightforward and straight-forward manner.

Of course, this is not an easy task. Helpers are necessary, but not too many. So he started to look for suitable candidates in the taverns in the city, but he didn't expect to find an old acquaintance after searching almost all the taverns.

Rod Hart walked in. Although he looked much thinner than a month ago, the perfect lines of muscles and bones exposed from his bare upper body still showed his good physique. He had just eaten the best meal he could eat in Bracada, and then went to take a bath in the hotel's special large bathhouse, which made him refreshed a lot. His hair and face were cleansed, and he looked as handsome and upright as before.

"Have a good sleep, I will call you when it's time to leave tomorrow." Asa jumped up from the bed, pointing to the clothes and a sword that he asked someone to buy just now. "That's for you."

Rodhart was still silent, since the two recognized each other just now, he has not actively spoken to each other. But his eyes kept jumping, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Thank you." Rodhart suddenly bowed to Asa. "Whether it's today or the previous incident. I really appreciate you very much."

Suddenly seeing him coming like this, Asa quickly waved his hand and said, "No... are those villagers all right?"

Rod Hart said: "They are all fine. I cheated a lot of money out of Airy City, and then took them far away. Now they have found a place to settle down again. It's just that everyone I can't go back." When he mentioned this matter, his expression didn't fluctuate much. It seems that he has come out of the great sadness and self-blame. This is not an easy task.

Asa noticed a **** on the corner of his mouth, which should have been caused by his kick on his face. The innocence and vitality of the past have been washed away by pain and cruelty, making him no longer look childish at all, replaced by strength and determination. This style combined with his already handsome face to form a kind of good looks unique to men.

Asa shook his head and said: "No, you can go back, no one knows what you have done. They are all dead."

Rod Hart shook his head very desolately: "They may be able to, but I can't, I have no face to face them. They don't want to see me again ~IndoMTL.com~ That's why I ran here alone Come here to make a living, how would you know..." He pursed a self-deprecating smile. "It turns out that eating is not easy."

"It's really not easy." Asa was a little emotional, remembering that he was also hungry and waiting for food in Airie's tavern more than a month ago, but now the positions of the two are just reversed.

Rodhart said with a wry smile: "But now there are many people who want to grab me to eat. I heard that Airy's imperial envoy and local officials have not returned. Could it be you..."

Asa said: "I didn't kill them, but they were all dead." The things in the middle were too bizarre for him to say.

"Now this account has been settled on my head. I went back to swindle money with the seal of the imperial envoy. I have become the only clue in this case and have been wanted by the whole country. Fortunately, my face was covered in blood at that time No one can see what I look like." Rodhart looked at Asa sincerely. "I really appreciate you, really thank you."

But Asa was a little afraid of the feelings that other people put on him, waved his hands again and again and said impatiently: "There is nothing to thank, there is nothing to thank, I will ask you to help me tomorrow."

"Okay." Rod Hart replied powerfully.