"...The Baron will not let you go." Mr. Butler, who was so heroic just now, was frightened by this sudden change and stammered. Thinking of the tragic situation of the knights just now, he could only move out of the box behind him. Baron of Santan Town, I hope the other party can retreat in spite of the difficulties.
"I don't care whether he will let me go or not." The smile on Plisson's face became a little brighter, and his blue eyes exuded a heart-stopping light.
"Anyway, I won't let him go now..."
"You, you wait for me! I, I will definitely..."
Before the butler could finish his threatening words, Pleasant came to him in an instant.
"I'm waiting."
Pleasant sneered, and then punched the butler in front of him to the ground. Before the other party could react, Pleasant hit him hard in the face with another punch.
The powerful fist of the Awakened One succeeded in breaking the butler's nose and knocking out several of his teeth.
"Don't......."
"You are the most talkative."
Plisson aimed another punch at the butler's face. This punch was so powerful that it almost deformed the butler's face.
"you........"
"Can you still talk?" Pleasant aimed a right hook at his face.
"I........"
"I still have a lot of strength now." Plisson landed a left hook.
"he........"
"You're playing jingle with me." Plisson landed another uppercut
"............"
"Why did you suddenly stop talking?" Plisson saw that the butler was motionless, so he punched him again.
This hit directly knocked the housekeeper unconscious. This was despite Plisson's reservations. If Plisson hadn't considered holding back a bit of force when punching, I'm afraid the housekeeper couldn't even sustain a punch. If not, he will be killed directly.
"It stopped moving so quickly. It really didn't take a beating." Plissen got up from the unconscious butler who was beaten, and a trace of disdain flashed in his blue-gray eyes.
"You...you...you killed...him."
Old Hank's son didn't seem to understand what had just happened, but when he saw the slap that Pleasant had just given to the housekeeper, and the housekeeper who was now lying on the ground motionless and unrecognizable, he was speechless. Describeable fear suddenly came over him.
"It's over, it's over. The Baron of Santan Town will not let us go. Everything is over." The young man collapsed on the ground slumped. In his opinion, they had now offended the largest nobleman in Santan Town.
Baron York in Santan Town is very powerful and has many thugs under his command, including even formal extraordinary professionals.
With the baron's narrow-minded mind and acting style, unless he escapes Santan Town now, there will be absolutely no good fruits to be gained.
"Don't worry, this guy is not dead yet. I used less force when I punched, otherwise this guy's head would have broken like a watermelon with the first punch." Plissen said calmly. replied.
He really wasn't bragging when he said this. Although Pleasant was not a strong player, with his strength as a low-ranking knight, he could at least crush a giant rock with his fist. To him, killing an ordinary person who was not even a trainee knight was as simple as eating and drinking.
Pleasant slowly walked to the side of Old Hank's son, and with only one hand, he lifted the guy who was lying on the ground.
"Is he your son?" Plisson glanced at Old Hank next to him.
"Although I really don't want to admit it, he is indeed my biological flesh and blood." Old Hank let out a long sigh. In his eyes, Pleasant saw a lot of helplessness.
"Is it Shanta's child?"
Old Hank nodded wordlessly.
"You should be older than me then... I seem to understand the reason why you are so poor now." Plisson glanced at the thin young man in his hand and felt Boredom, as soon as he loosened his right hand, the guy fell to the ground.
"Dad, who... is he?" The young man looked at his father in a panic. This young man from Jolsa who behaved strangely made him frightened and frightened for no reason. He hoped that his father could deal with this guy. Explain the identity.
"He is your Uncle Wilson's son. His name is Plisson."
"Pleasant..." The young man chewed on this familiar name, and suddenly he seemed to realize something, and took a few steps back tremblingly.
"You are the Pleasant from Black Crow Harbor..."
"It seems like my reputation is really quite big." Plisson gave a wry smile, and then put Kuang Lan in his other hand back on his waist. He ignored this guy and looked squinting behind him. Old Hank.
"Did you find the old guy's things?"
"I've found it. It's in my hand." Old Hank carefully handed the black box to Pleasant's hand. After Pleasant caught it, he showed an expression of relief.
"This thing that has weighed on me for more than ten years has finally been handed over to the person who should own it. This is the last entrustment that Old Wilson gave me. Now I finally don't owe him anything." Old Hank's old face showed With a knowing smile, Pleasant seemed to be able to see the reflection of his father in his youth in his cloudy pupils.
That was a gentle and loving father, not the monster who later became a monster with an alienated body and fell into madness.
"...Thank you, Old Hank." Pleasant thanked Old Hank. He hadn't said such a word in a long time.
Pleasant held the black box in his hand and stored it in the inner space of the Eternal Core with a thought.
"You said that opening a tavern has always been what you really wanted to do. This is also the reason for saying goodbye to the old guy."
"I have bought back your old tavern on the front street of Santan Town. If you are willing, you can go back and continue to be the tavern owner."
"It seems you still have a lot of spare money." Old Hank smiled.
"You mean you agreed, I will take you to that place." Plisson smiled slightly, and a leather bag appeared out of thin air in his hand. After shaking it gently, it made a very clear sound, "There are still some things here. With your spare money, you can use it as wages or renovate that shabby tavern."
"How is this possible?" Old Hank quickly shook his head.
"It's not much. If you don't want to renovate the tavern, it should be okay to use it as drinking money for a few years." Plisson forcibly put the bag on the table, "As for the loan shark your son owes that baron, you don't have to use it. You care, just tell me one thing and I can help you solve it.”
"What's up?"
"Where is the Baron's house?"
