There were noisy footsteps outside the door. People turned to look at the door.
Four majestic patrols walked in. Of course, they were not the security guards of Tegori Village, but the men of the capital security chief Yogna. Because people saw Lord Yogana also appearing at the door. Big figures like Yogana appeared in the messy Blueberry Tavern. Before that, they were rarely seen.
A patrolman asked loudly: "We are ordered by Lord Yogana to look for the hunter Trinville. Is he here?"
The noisy tavern had long since quieted down, and people stood up one after another to make way for Lord Yogana. Only Trinville continued to drink the wine in his glass nonchalantly.
Old Man Blueberry stepped forward quickly and said humbly: "Welcome to the store, Mr. Sheriff. Yes, Trinville is here. Please forgive him, you see, my wine has made his ears deaf." Yes. He must not have heard your arrival, my lord."
Yogana had also seen Trinville a long time ago, but the way Trinville ignored him made him a little embarrassed. However, he was not looking for trouble today, so he pretended to be very affectionate and walked forward.
"Hunter Trinville, on the order of His Majesty the wise King, I read out the order of commendation to you. Please accept my king's supreme favor with a heart of pious gratitude."
Trinville shrugged and said with a half-smile: "Dear Sheriff, even if you shout louder, my wise king will not be able to hear your heartfelt loyalty. Come on, come on. If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. After we finish talking, we have to continue drinking." He pursed his lips at the person next to him.
Lord Yogana is naturally not a good man or woman. But if you think about it, it is quite pitiful to hold a grudge against Trinville.
Yes, that's right. Poor Sheriff of the capital, Lord Yogana!
Lord Yogana has always regarded Trinville as a thorn in his side. No matter when or where he is, he will not save the little face he has left for the Sheriff. A commoner repeatedly took away the criminals who belonged to him from his soldiers, cruelly depriving him of the pleasure of punishing criminals, and thus made him unable to hold his head high in front of His Majesty the King and the subjects of Barbuckle.
That's all, that's all. Our respected Sheriff has reached the point where he does not dare to take to the streets.
He, Lord Yogana, the magistrate of the capital, was patrolling the streets. When he saw people whispering to each other, he felt that they were saying: "Look, this is that Yogana and his group of trash. Trinville alone, More effective than his entire security force. I really don’t understand, with His Majesty’s wisdom, why do we need such a fool?”
Although, there is no proof that those people are actually saying this. But when the suspicious Sheriff thought about this, his face was filled with shame, like a gleam on his back. In desperation, he also wanted to recruit Trinville as his subordinate, so that no matter how capable the hunter was, he could always be in his hands. No matter how many robbers were caught in Trinville, they could still be considered as being able to do so under the leadership of the Sheriff.
Although it is obvious that this is not a good idea, it is better than being criticized now.
The Sheriff has had enough of being laughed at!
However, it was this hateful Trinville who flatly rejected his kindness. He could never forget the look with which the man who had followed his orders to deliver a message to Trinville came back and conveyed his answer!
"For the sake of my drink money, let him give up this stupid idea. I don't mind catching a few more robbers. Anyway, the kind-hearted Lord Yogana always makes those villains live happily."
"My lord, that's what he said," the man he sent said carefully. He still remembers how furious he was.
"It must be the same expression now, right? In his eyes, am I also a thief? Or worse than a thief! At least, if a thief wants to catch him, he will stare at him. He even Don’t even look at me!”
What made him even more irritated was that it seemed that the more Trinville showed his disdain and arrogance in front of him, the more people in the tavern respected him.
Fortunately, the Sheriff is not an idiot. He didn't want to cause trouble at the moment. So he waved his hands as calmly as he could. A security guard unfolded the notice and read it loudly - Hunter Trinville single-handedly arrested Stosey and other three thieves, and made a contribution to stabilizing the place. On the order of His Majesty King Orzin, we publicize the merits of the warriors and let the subjects of Apodoli know them. And reward the hunter Trinville with fifty small silver coins.
Suddenly, the people in the tavern cheered. The impatient people have already run out to tell each other. A commoner received a commendation order personally issued by the king. Such an honor was unique in peacetime.
Yogana originally wanted to praise Trinville's feats insincerely, but seeing that Trinville clearly didn't appreciate it, he could only give up the idea and led his men away angrily.
As soon as the Sheriff walked out of the Blueberry Tavern, the people shouted in unison: "Trinville! Trinville! Trinville!"
Trinville proudly raised the money bag: "My dear Blueberry Daddy, did you see it? Not only can I pay off the previous wine money now, I can also treat everyone here to have another large glass."
His proposal was more popular than the story he just told.
Old Man Blueberry is undoubtedly the happiest. He counted the silver coins with a smile on his face, and did not forget to say viciously, "Don't be too arrogant. Remember, not counting today's wine, you owe me seventeen silver coins. Fortunately, you caught Brother Stosey today. , I got the reward. If you continue to owe me, you will no longer be able to drink my dark beer."
Everyone laughed. Trinville also smiled and said: "Daddy Blueberry, God is my witness. It is impossible for me to drink so much wine. When I bought my Old Sol, I only spent five small silver coins."
The Blueberry boss glared at him, pointed at the excited drunkards and said: "But, there are them. Every time you get a reward, you are asked to save some to get a wife, but you just don't listen and drink. Why? Aren’t you inviting so many people to drink together at one time? Take this, this is yours! This is my seventeen silver coins!”
Trinville smiled, "Okay. But please hurry up to the bar, Dad! I can't wait to toast with everyone."
At this time, a man who was only slightly shorter than Tringville and a young woman wearing a hood and a green cloak were standing in front of the tavern. Trinville had not seen them before.
Maybe they were just passing by, maybe they were just about to step into the Blueberry Tavern. He stared at the man for a few moments. He shouted: "Stranger."
The tavern was very noisy, and obviously the man didn't hear it, or was unwilling to answer. Anyway, the man turned around and said something to his female companion.
Trinville shouted louder: "Hey, stranger."
His voice was loud enough for the entire tavern to hear. However, for him to greet a stranger so loudly is sometimes regarded as very impolite in Apodoli.
The stranger stopped. Yes, he and his female companion are very special in their costumes. It is obviously very different from the people in Apodoli or Barbuckle, and it is simple and clean. In a big city like Barbukele, there are many opportunities to meet outsiders from all over the mainland. Judging from the clothes of the two of them, they must be from somewhere in the East.
Trinville still held the wine glass in his hand, looked at the stranger and said: "Friend, you are so lucky. I just said that everyone in the Blueberry Tavern should be invited to have another drink - no matter where he comes from. You Can you honor me with this honor? Come on, have a drink with the big man Vika. Although the people in Apodoli are very hospitable, if you want to find something better than this in the King of Babklei Wine, that’s hard.”
The man turned around. He was about twenty-six or seven years old, with long brown hair hanging around his shoulders, a clean shave, and a smooth chin. The gray eyes are deep and soft, and the thin face is calm and calm, with an extraordinary bearing.
He replied: "Wine is good wine, and thank you for your hospitality. But I don't want to drink today."
"Have a drink," someone nearby said while they were still drunk. "You must drink the wine that big man Vika invites you to drink."
"Why are you drinking?" asked the stranger.
"Didn't you just hear the story told by the big man Vika? Our warrior, with a horse and a sword, caught three robbers who were robbing the road. The road to the south was quiet, and there were no more gangsters. He can bring trouble to outsiders like you. Isn’t this worthy of you toasting him with a glass of wine with gratitude?"
The stranger said happily: "That's it. A request made by a hospitable person is not too much. If I still don't accept it, then I will despise your kindness. For what you have done, I owe you pay tribute."
The stranger took the wine glass handed to him by the hunter, exchanged greetings, and drank it under the gaze of everyone. Everyone cheered in unison and raised their glasses. Putting down the wine glass, the man said again: "Thank you for the wine. I just didn't expect that there are such bold thieves running rampant in Aboduoli? A strong man like you, catching three cowardly and despicable robbers, is indeed a powerful force." It’s something you can be proud of at any time.”
After hearing his words, others thought he was praising their friend, but Trinville's face was not so pretty.
"What do you mean, stranger?"
The man bowed slightly and said, "Please don't get me wrong, I have no other intentions. I salute you again for your generosity and bravery." After saying that, he turned around and walked towards his female companion again.
Trinville shouted: "You can't leave. At least you should apologize to me for your rudeness - you accepted my kindness, but mocked me for no reason. You must take back what you just said .”
The tavern that was bustling just now suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at them worriedly. Trinville is a kind-hearted person, but if you think he is also a good-tempered person, you are totally wrong. When his anger broke out, everyone in the Blueberry Tavern ran away, and maybe the space left was not enough.
Of course, the outsider obviously wouldn't know this.
Trinville suddenly became angry, surprising everyone in the tavern. They really couldn't think of any time when the foreigner's words had inadvertently angered him. After all, he, a foreigner, only said a few words. Although some people have also thought that maybe this foreigner did not mean to ridicule the big Vika. Maybe in some places in the East, people always talk like this? However, no one dared to step forward to persuade them when he was angry.
Everyone in the tavern looked at the two strong men. They were clinking glasses together just now, but they didn't know what would happen next.
Trinville was still complaining under the influence of wine. He sneered and said: "Maybe in your eyes, catching three cowardly and despicable bandits is not a big deal. In that case, please pull out your sword and prove it to me!"
However, the man's nonchalance in the face of Trinville's anger surprised everyone present. Outsiders don't seem easily offended by him. Facing a tall and strong giant who has been drinking and can crush your shoulders at any time, he can still remain so calm and easy-going. This foreigner has won the respect of most people in the tavern.
Seeing that the stranger had no intention of stopping and arguing with him, Trinville quickly stepped forward and blocked their way. He looked at the man, tilted his head and thought for a while. He said to the man: "What my big man Vika said must be done. I have already said that I want to treat everyone in this room to a drink. This lady with her face covered seems to You haven’t had a drink with me yet. Or you can lift your hood and let me see your face—until then, you can’t go anywhere.”
Everyone saw that an inexplicable fight was inevitable, but it seemed a bit like Trinville was deliberately irritating the stranger.
Everyone knows that although Trinville has a bit of a bad temper, he never takes the initiative to bully others, especially those he thinks are weaker than him. Trinville is a person who loves to make friends. He can even be said to have the most friends in the city of Barbuckle. He has always been very friendly to the outsiders who come to Barbuckle and is willing to live in harmony with them.
So the people in the tavern were surprised to see him being so difficult to a stranger.
But they don't worry too much about outsiders. Because as I said before, the hot-tempered Trinville is very kind-hearted and he will not hurt people easily.
The hooded woman was still standing facing the door, not reacting at all to Trinville's slightly frivolous words.
Her companions were not as indifferent as she was. He frowned slightly and said to Trinville: "I thought you were a good guy just now, but you just liked to brag after drinking. It seems that I need to change my view. If you don't apologize to my companion , I do as you wish, and I also want to see if the sword in your hand is as sharp as your friends just boasted about."
"Great, I like that. You should have drawn your sword a long time ago, otherwise what's the use of carrying it? Obviously, you use it as a walking stick, right? So that you can use it in Laiba. On the road to Buckley, you can rely on your sore feet. Men's swords are not meant to be used like that! Swords, like fine wine, make men's blood boil. Even if they are only carried on their backs, they are still full of passion. No matter where you come from Where, the pride brought by the sword to men must be the same. Come on, quickly pull out your sword, let me see if you are really qualified to laugh at me!" Trinville was eager to try, clearly wanting to fight with this The strangers had a fight.
He also threw aside some obstructive chairs, and now there was enough space for the stranger to learn how to use his sword!
The people in the tavern began to think that Trinville was a bit too much, although that didn't mean they liked the stranger. No one cares about foreigners! What they like is still the big man Vika who can drink and is brave and bold. But the Apodoli people are indeed kind and compassionate. They felt that it was unfair for Trinville to treat a stranger from a foreign country like this.
But as I said just now—when Trinville gets angry, all they can do is stay a dozen steps away from him. And this distance does not guarantee that you will not be harmed by tables, chairs, and wine bottles that may fly to who knows where at any time.
The young woman who caused the fight never looked back, let alone took off her hood, so no one could see her face. She seemed either confident in her companions or heartlessly blind to the dangers her companions would face.
Some people are thinking: "Oh, when you see how powerful Trinville is, it will be too late to regret it."
But it was beyond their expectation. After the initial exchange, Trinville didn't look like they were taking advantage. The thinner and shorter man was as strong as the big Vika. He was nimble in his steps and wielded his sword like the wind, and he fought equally well with Trinville. Everyone wants to see who will have the upper hand in the competition between the hunter Trinville and the stranger, except the unlucky little old man Blueberry. Before he could persuade him, the fight between the two men had already begun. When he saw that this fight was inevitable, he simply calmed down and prepared to calculate his next losses.
"This foreigner doesn't look like a rich man," he thought. "There's no other way. It seems that this debt has to be settled on Trinville. Fortunately, he just got the reward and a little money." The rest. I hope they don’t damage it too much.”
Trinville really met its opponent, which was unimaginable before. No one wants to play Trinville. He has the physique of a giant, but also has the agility of an elf. When fighting, his mind can also be as calm as a slow dwarf - people say that dwarfs are sharp and thoughtful guys.
Even so, Trinville was still at a disadvantage, and his hands and feet were a little flustered. What surprised everyone even more was that the foreigner acted so casually, as if he didn't use his true ability at all. He stabbed the sword lightly, forcing Trinville to take a few steps back in embarrassment. He nodded slightly, with a teasing smile on his face: "Are you sure that the sword in your hand is the same as the one in the stories your friends told you?" Trinville sneered, and rushed forward to talk to him again. The strangers fought together.
Everyone watching could see that Trinville was serious about it this time. They occupied more and more territory in the tavern, and the sound of swords clashing was heard from time to time, and screams were heard from time to time, but these screams did not come from two people fighting.
The spectators turned pale with fright, and their limbs trembled. They tried to avoid it, but no one ran away.
They were all waiting for the final result with curiosity and trepidation. The little old blueberry man hid behind the counter and watched with fear. Sometimes he would be so attracted by the fierce and exciting fighting that he would burst into laughter, so much so that he forgot to calculate his losses. So he slapped his head in frustration.
He made up his mind that Trinville would never be spared lightly!
Little did Papa Blueberry know that Trinville already had some regrets at this time. He also felt that he had underestimated this foreigner. He was just a little distracted and tripped on a broken bench. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Several people screamed. The stranger did not take the opportunity to subdue the big man Vika who was lying on his back. He pointed the tip of his sword towards the roof and then sheathed it. He nodded slightly to the loser lying on the ground, turned around and walked to the woman's side.
Trinville pushed away several hands trying to support him and jumped up. He shouted: "Please don't leave."
The stranger stopped and turned around and said, "Do you have anything else to do?"
Trinville smiled and said: "What else do you think I can have? You defeated me and you want me to give up my right to revenge so easily?"
The stranger frowned slightly. Even those who knew Trinville were a little blushing. Trinville was so ungraceful.
He laughed again: "Actually, I was wrong. I have already taken revenge. But unfortunately, just like seventeen years ago, I still failed to defeat you. However, at least I am not considered a loser. Isn't it? Who would really have to have a real fight with an old friend."
The man looked surprised when he heard these words. He looked at Trinville, as if he was also thinking hard, but he obviously didn't think of anything.
Trinville strode up to him and laughed: "Welcome back, Glenn. If you still remember that you once had a friend, Trinville, let me hug you."
There was joy in the stranger's eyes. He couldn't help but said loudly: "Is it you? Trinville, my good friend. I'm sorry that I didn't recognize you. I didn't expect that I would be so lucky to meet you on the first day back to my hometown. See you. That's so kind of you."
Two men hugged each other. Everyone in the tavern was a little stunned. The old man Blueberry, who had been crying in despair, finally let out a sigh of relief: "Since these two are friends, they can compensate for my losses together." It was not until this moment that he let go of his hanging heart. Thinking that his innocent wine bottles, tables and chairs were finally found, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
I haven’t seen enough of such a beautiful fight!
