The barbarian, who was wearing simple and rough animal skin clothes all afternoon, exposed his left shoulder due to the weather. On his arm, which was as thick as an elephant leg, there was a ferocious mammoth head (?) tattoo, paired with a green totem on his left face. , making him look extremely fierce and ferocious.
Originally dressed like a gangster, he could scare children to tears casually on the street. He even drank and his face turned red. He looked like he was angry, and even more ferocious and terrifying, like a hungry wild bear that accidentally broke into the city. .
But now this ferocious beast is holding the big wooden cup in his hand high, with the rim of the cup facing down, shaking constantly, with only a few drops of ale dripping down. It is obviously saying: Hey, there is no wine in my cup, any guy will do. , hurry up and fill it up for me, or you will be responsible for the consequences.
Combined with the roar just heard, it is not difficult to imagine that this tall and ferocious barbarian like a giant bear is very angry now.
And the target of his anger, the petite maid who seemed to be no bigger than his arm, like a mammoth (?) and a deer, was in sharp contrast. Although her whole body was trembling with fear and she was very pitiful, her eyes did not flinch. , raised his head bravely, looked directly into the barbarian's glare, and said softly.
"Sir, you are already drunk."
"Whether I'm drunk or not is none of your business. When did a barmaid care about whether a customer was drunk or not?"
The barbarian seemed to have heard something funny and slammed the wooden cup down, causing the hard table to tremble with a loud noise.
Generally speaking, bars do not care about how much the guests drink, and they cannot care whether the guests are drunk or not. Some people, especially adventurers, come to the bar just to have a few drinks. If you go up to them and tell them not to get drunk, you are not doing it yourself. Looking for trouble?
However, there are also special reasons, such as columns, in this case.
"Sir, our store has regulations that adventurers who come alone are not allowed to get drunk." Although Bisi was afraid, she explained patiently.
That's right, that's it. It's an unwritten rule in almost every bar. Especially those barbarians who are drunk and like to cause trouble, so they must be strictly guarded against.
If you come with friends, even if a few of them are drunk, someone will stop them. But if one person is drunk and causes trouble, it will be troublesome. With the strength of an adventurer, he can kill someone in a few seconds. A bar was demolished. It was precisely because of countless such painful experiences that the bar set such rules, even if it meant offending customers.
"It's forbidden to get drunk? I just want to get drunk, so what can you do?" The barbarian man's little patience was obviously worn away. He burped drunkenly, and suddenly raised his thick arms and swept the table hard. , smashing the many objects placed on it, and one of the cups filled with water flew up under the strong force, just in the direction of Bisi.
"Woo~~"
Seeing the cup flying towards her, Bisi was just an ordinary girl after all. She knew it would hit her, but her weak body prevented her from making dodge movements. She wailed and only had time to protect her hands in front of her face and closed her eyes.
I was... too bad, the speed was too fast. If I got hit, it would definitely hurt.
Bisi closed her eyes tightly, waiting helplessly for the pain to come. However, after several seconds, the expected pain did not come from her body. She couldn't help but cautiously opened a slit in her eyes.
In her narrow vision, a big hand was blocking her front, seemingly covering her entire field of vision. But because of this, Bisi felt very at ease, as if she was hiding in a small, closed room on a rainy night with thunder and lightning. The same kind of safety and warmth.
It was this big hand that made Bisi feel warm and secure inexplicably, blocking the flying cup.
Who is it...?
Bisi slowly opened her eyes, and as her field of vision widened, everything from her big hands, to her arms, to her shoulders to her entire figure appeared in Bisi's eyes.
That was, uh, wearing a large black cloak, with his back to her, speaking.
The voice that was so familiar that it lingered in her heart every night made Bisi's beautiful pupils dilate in an instant, and then quickly melted, became moist, and shrouded in the mist. Crystal tears poured down from her fair and pretty face, but Suddenly unaware, he stood there blankly, as if he was petrified.
"Sorry, guest, the ale in our store has been sold out. Please come back another day."
I thought it was cool to make a temporary guest appearance as a waiter. Think about it, aren’t the waiters, butlers, etc. in the animation pretty handsome?
As for the details of dressing up in a cloak, don't worry about it.
"Ha, what? Who are you?" Obviously, my intrusion did not stop the riot, but seemed to have the opposite effect.
I saw the drunken barbarian put his big face up to me, breathing an unpleasant and strong smell of alcohol, looking at me up and down, and suddenly laughed.
"Boy, are you trying to tell me that there is going to be a hero to save the beauty? Come here and take a look. Our hero is here, and he has this outdated cloak. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tell me, You must have come here from ten years ago, right?" After saying this, it seemed that this was indeed the case, and the other onlookers couldn't help but laugh.
Lou: "..." His mouth can be so poisonous when he is drunk. This barbarian is really looking for death.
"First of all, forget it about heroes saving beauties. I just don't want innocent people to be injured by a guy who's drunk and crazy." He raised his first finger and shook it slightly.
"Second, Lou hates mammoths." He raised his second index finger, with tears in his eyes, thinking of the poor old mountain dragon that was eaten.
"Third, I'm in a bad mood right now." I gave a fourth thumbs up... Hey, where's the third one? It seems that I accidentally stretched out my hand just now when I was thinking about Lao Shanlong. Please don't worry about such a small thing.
"Fourth, I think I'm a little better than you, for the above reasons." After gathering five reasons, I stretched out my hand with wide fingers in front of the barbarian.
"Interesting, do you want to fight?" The barbarian licked his lips excitedly, clenching his fists and the muscles on his body continued to expand.
Being drunk, he obviously didn't notice that the waiter at the Green Forest Bar looked at him like he was looking at a dead person.
A mere Kurast-level adventurer from the first world challenges the alliance elders, the mainland twins, who are known as the saviors. How much courage, or rather foolishness, does this have? It can be done.
For this alone, this barbarian's name might appear in future historical records.
"Pay for the drinks first and I'll fight with you." I grinned.
"Easy to say, easy to say."
This barbarian was obviously not an ordinary warlike maniac. After hearing this, he threw down more than ten gold coins without saying a word.
That way there's no worries. He's such a good boy and I don't want to help him pay.
The next moment, he gestured his big hand in front of the barbarian, stretched forward, and pressed his bald head on the table.
"Let me go, you bastard, what's the point of sneak attack?"
The barbarian obviously didn't react. His head was suddenly pressed on the table, and he couldn't help but struggle and curse.
The adventurers around him took a breath of air and took a few steps back.
As soon as the expert takes action, they will know if there is one. With just this movement of reaching out, they imagine in their minds that even if it were them, they would not be able to escape.
This strange guy wearing an outdated cloak is so strong. It should be said that he has surpassed the level of Kuras. The barbarian is in trouble.
"Well, haven't the guards arrived yet? It's been a long time." Estimating the time, I looked outside the bar door.
besides……
I glanced around and saw strange looks that made me feel even more disappointed.
This Kurast is no longer the Kurast before. Kurt, Dika, Marcos, etc. have all gone to the next area. Lu Gaoyin's new people have filled in, and they are all looking at each one by themselves. With all the unfamiliar faces, no adventurer could recognize him.
If Kurt and the others were still here, if they were here now, they would definitely stand up as soon as possible and drive out the troublemaking barbarians.
I silently thought to myself that at this time, I can really feel the power and sadness of the passage of time. Unknowingly, it has been almost the past year since I came to the Dark Continent, and I also ushered in the sigh that things have changed.
The barbarian was still struggling, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, the hands on his head were like iron pliers and could not be shaken at all.
The drunkenness gradually faded away, sweat continued to break out, and he finally realized that he had kicked the iron plate.
The other adventurers who were watching were even more surprised. A druid actually pressed a barbarian on the table, unable to move. What was going on?
Although druids are also famous for being strong, one is not as strong as the other. Druid adds physical fitness, while barbarians add strength. Therefore, in terms of endurance, barbarians may be slightly inferior to druids, but If we talk about strength and explosive power, then the druid is far from the barbarian's opponent.
How strong does a druid have to be to be able to hold down a barbarian in his thirties with one hand and prevent him from moving? I'm afraid the guess just now is not enough. This man wearing a black outdated cloak looks unattractive and has no appearance. A guy with a bit of master temperament, his strength is definitely beyond the level of the first world.
Thinking of this, everyone's pity eyes couldn't help but fall on the barbarian who couldn't move and his face was red from holding back.
Finally, the soldiers belatedly appeared.
"It's late," I said softly, lowering my cloak and hood.
"Yes...yes, you are?"
Seeing the strange scene in the bar, the soldiers couldn't help but become cautious.
"What's the reason for being late?" To be honest, I was more angry at the actions of these soldiers than the barbarians who were drinking and causing trouble.
"This" a small group of soldiers muttered speechless.
"Take this guy away and deal with it as you want." I sighed.
I am angry because I am angry. Although I am an elder, I still let Omus handle it. There will always be some soldiers who like to be lazy. This kind of thing is just like corruption and corruption. It can never be banned. The soldiers in Rogge Camp let It's almost impossible to find faults because the two bosses, Akara and Kane, are there.
"Excuse me……"
The soldier seemed to have noticed something was wrong. Could this person be a big shot in the alliance? Oops, he was just chatting with his friends for a while. He arrived a moment late. It seems that his salary will be deducted this time.
"Well, tell Omus, a guy wearing an outdated cloak, that's it." I responded angrily.
"Also, you must tell him truthfully that you are late."
"Yes...yes, my lord."
These soldiers were crying and unwilling to continue questioning. They suppressed the barbarian who had lost his temper by me and pressed him away with his spear.
"There's always trouble." I muttered, lowering my hat.
I originally thought it was just a small act of bravery, but I didn't expect that a lot of time was wasted. Fortunately, I found Bisi and saved her from getting hurt. The trouble was still worth it.
Thinking of Bisi, I quickly turned around, but she was still standing behind me blankly without leaving, with tears on her cheeks.
What a poor girl, she must have been frightened to tears by that scene just now. Do you want to show some favoritism and let that damn Indian Asan keep the barbarian in prison for a few more days?
"Bisi, are you okay? Don't cry. The troublemaker has been driven away." I couldn't see the girl half-crying, so I quickly took out my handkerchief and made hesitant gestures on Bis face.
Finally, I wiped it carefully and wiped away the tears.
"Thank you," Bi Si said with her face flushed as softly as a mosquito.
"Well, no need to say thank you. It's me."
I scratched my head in embarrassment. It would be nice if a smile could solve the problem at this time.
"Ah, please wait a moment, I'm getting dressed"
Bisi was a little incoherent, but from the movements of the maid's skirt, which was tightly covering the wet area and looked a little embarrassed, we could probably guess what she was thinking.
Although she caught the cup just now, she still couldn't stop the water from spilling from the cup and getting Bisi's skirt wet.
After saying this, Bisi's face was flushed, and she turned around and went to the maid changing room upstairs in the bar.
Well, is it necessary to be so exaggerated? Although it's a little wet, it doesn't have the "watery" effect, so there's no need to change clothes in such a panic.
Confused eyes fell on the other maids, looking for answers, but found that they all pursed their lips and smiled softly, avoiding my gaze.
It’s really uncomfortable, this kind of atmosphere where everyone knows and I am the only one who is kept in the dark.
"Thanks, kid."
I don’t know when the charter woman appeared, no, it was the bar owner’s wife. She came over, holding a thin pipe in her hand, and blew out a puff of smoke.
