3. Blade Light

Waldo Röntgen, from the village of Bell Tower, on the southern coast of the Kingdom of Polkaia, seventeen years old, 1.92 meters tall, wearing fisherman's clothes all the year round, with the childishness and delicacy of a teenager. Although he looks rustic, he follows the dawn After five years of mixing, there is no cowardly temperament in his eyes.

Vic Blatter, from the Bell Tower Village on the southern coast of the Polkayan Kingdom, is nineteen years old and 2.5 meters tall. He is currently the deputy captain of the soldiers of the city defense town of the Polkayan Kingdom. The bronze-colored skin brings out the stalwart figure, and there is a strong breath in his eyes from time to time.

These are two completely different temperaments, as distinct as ice and fire.

Coming to the tavern, Mosel's voice came over.

"Brother Dawn, here."

A few people walked over at dawn, Mosel smiled and greeted them one by one, they were already familiar with them on weekdays, and Blatter and Roentgen were not polite, they went straight into the tavern and started shouting: "Old man, it's business as usual, 30 pounds. Cooked food, thirty catties of wine."

The youngest Gopher and Eddie followed.

"Come here." The owner of the tavern is an old man in his 70s or 80s. He is running the business with his granddaughter. stand up.

Mosel threw the bag full of Bailey on the bar.

"Mosel, where did you get so many Baileys?" Roentgen was a little surprised. Mosel's money was used to buy sailboats before. Where did he get the money now?

Mosel laughed: "Röntgen, you look down on me Mosel too much, anyway, I have been in Bell Tower Village for more than 20 years."

Mosel continued to greet the people at dawn to take their seats: "Come here, don't worry about it so much, you won't go home if you don't get drunk today."

"Old man, hurry up." Mosel couldn't help urging, a long-haired girl struggled to carry the wine barrel to the door.

"Slow down." Just when the girl was about to fall, Dawn walked over to catch the wine barrel.

The girl's face turned slightly red: "Thank you, Brother Dawn."

After a while, the old man put the hot cooked food on the table with a tray: "Little Mosel, didn't you go to sea today..."

Mosel choked, remembered what happened today, and replied angrily, "I want you to take care of it, old man."

The old man shook his head: "Young people today are crazy..."

Dawn took a sip of wine into his mouth and felt much more comfortable. The wine in this world is not strong enough at all. As a wine lover in his previous life, he rarely drank low-degree wine, but in this world, he can only follow the customs of the country.

"Mosel, did you sell your boat for your property?" A few people opened their bows and drank a few large jugs of wine, and Dawn couldn't help asking.

"What's not a family property, it's just a few fishing tools. It's impossible to fish, and it's impossible to fish in this life. I want to become a big pirate, let Burscheid Moser Er's name resounds through the sea!" At this time, Mosel was extremely heroic under the influence of alcohol.

"Ranging through the sea? Li Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, there was a roaring sneer in the tavern. It was a few middle-aged men with knives and axes, and famous bandits nearby.

The cyan wine bottle jumped over, and the table was in a mess, with oil stains spilling out.

"Little devils, really he? Mom can brag, hahaha."

Mosel blushed, knowing that those people were drunk and deliberately looking for trouble, but without the slightest fear, he picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it over.

Slap, the big man was hit directly on the top of the head, and blood flowed out.

"Little devil, are you looking for death?" The big man stood up angrily and waved the big axe on the table: "My uncle will teach you a lesson today, you little devils who don't know how to live or die."

The axe blade suddenly pierced the air, Mosel didn't react, and looked at the dark cold light in surprise.

At this moment, the door of the tavern suddenly opened, and the axe in the big man's hand shifted strangely and slammed on the wine table.

The wine table was torn apart, food and wine were scattered, and the tavern was inexplicably quiet.

"Excuse me, do you still have wine?" A man over two meters walked in at the door. He was dressed in a dark blue cloak and had eyes that people would never forget.

Dawn turned his head and was shocked. His angular facial features, the scarlet tattoo on his left cheek, and the pair of calm and domineering eyes that were as unpredictable as abyss, all revealed the identity of the person who came.

Everyone looked at him in unison, and they were all dumbfounded. The man was at least two meters tall, wearing a cyan cloak, and walking without the slightest wind. Just looking at the back, there was an incomparably powerful sense of oppression.

When did he come in... Everyone, including Dawn, didn't notice.

The big thief was still angry just now, but when he met those eyes, there was a chill in his heart that penetrated his back.

Fortunately, he didn't pay attention to the crowd at all, and the big thief was relieved.

Why is he here? Is it a coincidence? Dawn muttered to himself in his heart.

"Is there..." The old man was stunned for a long time, and when he heard the low voice of the man in the cloak, he hurriedly ran to greet him, and after a while, he served a lot of wine and food.

Dorag ignored the gazes of others in the tavern, and sat at the corner. Dawn looked at him in surprise, feeling that although he was sitting there quietly, he felt like a vortex, surging forever.

With this momentum alone, how many people are there in the world?

"Death to the uncle." Seeing that the man ignored him, the big thief reacted and slashed his axe angrily. This was going to be severe, and Mosel's little life could not be saved. No one had ever dared to humiliate him like this.

"The knife is here." Blatter quickly handed over the saber at his waist, and at dawn he held his left hand back, swiped with a swipe, and pulled it out for an instant to slash at the arm of the big man holding the axe. Blood splattered.

Dang... the axe fell in response, the big man was stunned for a moment, and then he felt great pain. The arm holding the axe was cut off from the joint by the blade, and it fell to the ground and wriggled.

When dawn held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, the scattered memories of swordsmanship in his mind came one after another and kept flipping the combination. This not only inherited the original master's practice results in swordsmanship, but also he has been a person for two lifetimes, and has been martial arts for many years. The experience of practice.

"Big... big brother..." Several other men exclaimed, and took up steel knives and slashed.

"Huh..." Dawn let out a soft sigh, and the thought of feeling the will of the blade finally jumped out at the closing, his eyes opened in vain, and the blade in his left hand rolled in a circle, waving directly at the big man with the broken arm.

The subtle sound of the wind was like the crisp sound of a steel knife. Drago, who was eating and drinking beside him, finally noticed this scene and couldn't help but admire: "Brother, good swordsmanship!"

The sound was very low, but it was very loud in the extremely silent tavern.

The long and narrow blade rested on the big man's neck, and the big man was shocked.

Dawn saw several furious bandits rushing in, but he put the knife into the sheath and sat down. Blatter understood that the rubbish didn't give the eldest brother the slightest interest, so his right shoulder sank, and the long knife was unsheathed. rise.

Puff puff... With a flash of sword light, several bandits lay down, and none of them are intact. Blatter's swordsmanship style is very tough, which has something to do with his temperament, but it also comes from his perennial physique that is different from ordinary people. The training is just a few simple hacking movements.

"Stop, stop..." The big man endured the pain and stopped the movements of the rest of his companions.

Blatter glanced, and his cold eyes swept over several bandits: "Go away!"

The bandit left in disgrace. Blatter put the knife in the sheath and shook his head: "This knife is too light and uncomfortable to use."

He doesn't like this kind of knife, because his strength advantage cannot be exerted. His strength was originally much greater than that of ordinary people, and coupled with the training plan specially formulated by Dawn, he had already surpassed his peers by a lot.

Dawn took a bottle of wine and threw it at Drago at the corner: "This bottle of wine please drink."

Drago stretched out his hand to catch it, and the tattoo on his left face was looming: "Thank you, little brother."

Dawn smiled and turned to let the old man come to clean up again.

"Brother Dawn, why didn't you kill them?" Mosel took a sip of wine before sobering up from the panic just now.

Dawn shook his head and smiled: "Not everyone deserves your sword."

Mosel nodded mechanically, but he obviously didn't understand.