Get ready to take the tavern.

Fan Knos is a man who doesn't have a door in his mouth, but he is very cautious if he really wants to do it.

He said it was very nice before, but when he walked to the door of the tavern, his steps slowed down. He took a deep breath and calmed down, then reached out to wipe his face, loosened the skin on his face, and tried his best to relax.

As a result, his aura that seemed a little high just now suddenly became restrained, looking like an ordinary guest who was preparing to go to a tavern.

Even so, he still stood at the door and was not in a hurry to go in. He first asked clearly: "Where is he sitting? What does he look like?"

Hawkeye Alfan hid behind Moorgan and did not dare to be seen in the tavern. Hearing this, he whispered: "Just in the corner on the left, the guy looks almost thirty years old, he is very strong, about 1.8 meters tall, with a steel sword around his waist, black hair, and feet on the table. When I left, he was eating fried green beans."

"I understand." Fan Knos nodded, and he looked at the crowded tavern again, and couldn't help but say, "This guy is crazy, he actually occupied a table by himself."

This said to Alfan's heart: "That's right, I was just going to teach him a lesson when I was unhappy."

Moya reminded: "Be careful. Since he dares to do this, he must have good strength."

Molgan also said: "These masters are walking everywhere these days. Fan Ke (named by acquaintances), don't kick the iron plate."

Fan Knos was still confident: "Don't worry, how could a real master come to such a tavern? Besides, I just got promoted to level 9, and I was only level 1 away from level 1 to legend. Could it be that there is still a legendary strong man in it?"

This is reasonable, and neither Moya nor Mogan can say anything to refute.

Fan Knos then tidied up his clothes, raised his chest and raised his head, and walked into the tavern. He took one, two, three steps, and after he got inside, he pretended to take a look at the left inadvertently.

Just at this glance, Fan Knos's legs became weak and he staggered and almost fell to a big horse.

He immediately stood up straight, said nothing, turned around and walked out of the tavern. When he passed by Moya, he didn't speak and continued to walk forward.

Alfan was surprised and chased after him and asked, "Fan Knos, what's going on with you? Didn't you just say you've been promoted to level 9?"

Moya also found it strange and caught up and asked, "Fan Ke, you took the wrong medicine."

The magician Molkan was very interested in what Fanknos saw. He walked into the tavern and took a look. When he saw this, his feet became weak, then turned around and walked out of the tavern quickly.

However, when he chased Fan Knos, his face showed a confused look. He looked at Fan Knos and asked, "Fan Knos, are we mistaken? I feel a little different now."

After he said this, Fan Knos also showed a hint of confusion on his face. He had just seen a young man with a black haired look, just as Alfan said, half lying on a chair and eating fried green beans on the table with a tripod.

His first feeling just now was that it was Lord Field, but now when I think about it carefully, I find that it is indeed a bit different. Besides, Lord Field should be in Field recently. Why did he run here to pretend to be a mercenary?

"Maybe it was wrong." Fan Knos touched his head, very uncertain.

Moya listened to the puzzle next to her and was speechless: "What are you two talking about? Why can't I understand? Who is inside?"

Hawkeye Alfan was also inexplicably: "I said, who is that guy? He scared you, a level 9 master, to the point of being so scared?"

Fan Kennos was immediately unhappy: "Don't talk about me, if you knew his identity, you would have fainted."

Moya became more and more strange when she turned around and walked back to the tavern. She wanted to see who was inside, which actually scared Fan Knos to look like this.

Before entering the tavern, Moya first pulled up her hood, then slowly walked into the tavern, and took a few steps. She took the opportunity to bypass a table and glanced to the left.

At this moment, she frowned.

The young man in front of him was lying on a chair, squinting his eyes to rest. Seeing him in this way, he was full of ruffian spirit, his hair was messy, his body was covered in dust, and some parts of his leather armor were slit. This was completely an ordinary mercenary.

After watching for several seconds, Moya didn't see anything special. She walked out of the tavern with confusion and said to her three companions: "Who do you recognize him?"

Fan Knos glanced at Moorgan, and saw that the other party had no intention of saying anything, he said, "Don't you think he looks a bit like Lord Field?"

"Lord Field?" Moya shook her head: "Does it look like it? Maybe. I looked at him a few times from afar and couldn't recognize him. But you must have misunderstood. How could such a great lord have the time to stay here and stroll?"

This makes sense.

Fan Knos and Molgan are becoming more and more sure that they have read it wrong.

Alfan, who was beating his heart, heard it, but he forced himself to say, "You are talking nonsense. Lord Field is a magician, and that gangster is a ranger, and he is still holding a sword. Can this be the same?"

Moya turned to look at him: "You don't know this. Lord Field is also extremely skilled in swordsmanship. He usually carries a sword."

One sentence scared Alpha very much. He subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, looking at Fan Knos: "Why do you go and check it out again and confirm it?"

Needless to say, Fan Knos had already walked towards the tavern. After entering the tavern, he looked carefully for several times before walking out and spreading his hands: "I was shocked. It should be just a look, and the power and breath of his body is not like it."

Alfan breathed a sigh of relief and asked back, "Then why don't you teach him a lesson?"

"This... I think it's better to forget about this." After this incident, Fan Knos was a little embarrassed. The young man with black hair looked so comfortable that he was afraid of something wrong.

"Go~ coward!" Alfan sneered.

"Hmph~ Just go, go, I'm just a mercenary. At worst, I'll be beaten by him."

Fan Knos strode back to the tavern, and under the gaze of the mercenaries, he strode to Link, pulled out the dagger, and inserted it on the table next to Link's legs: "Man, you look crazy, I'll teach you a lesson on my friend!"

Looking at Fan Knos' performance, Link couldn't help but smile.

He saw the whole process just now, and he kept holding back his laughter. Now he saw the thief plucking up the courage to come over and look arrogant, he really couldn't hold it in.

He stretched out his hand and gently flicked the dagger on the table, making a "ding ding ding" sound. The sound was very crisp, and it sounded like everything was normal in the distance.

But Fan Knos's face changed little by little, and he felt the very subtle fluctuation of power emitted from the finger.

Obscure, deep, full of indescribable oppression. Such power is possessed by one person in the world.

"Why didn't he do it?" Alfan asked strangely while hiding by the door.

Moya swallowed and whispered: "He dare not do anything."

Moorgan saw sweat on his forehead: "Hawkeye, you met a big man this time. Really, I really didn't expect to meet him here."

"What do you mean?" Alfan felt his hands tremble a little.

On the other side, Link retracted his finger and asked softly, "Why are you suddenly coming to the south again?"

"There is a historical site here. And the king's reward, and I can also make extra money by the way." Fan Knos honestly looked like a sheep, but he had already cursed Alfan hundreds of times in his heart. This unlucky guy, he still wants to avenge him. Now he is losing his lord.

Link thought for a while and smiled, "You are not strong now. Alette has also arrived in the mission and is also investigating the robbers. Why do you guys go and help, right?"

He originally wanted to make friends with Alfan, but now Fanknos is there too, that would be even better.

Ellet is still a little lacking in experience. Link is afraid something will happen to him. With Fan Knos and other experienced adventurers, with Ellet's intelligence, he will definitely learn quickly.

"It's OK, but... this... bounty?" Fan Knos mustered up the courage to say that he was here to 'teach a lesson' Link this time, and he was a little inappropriate.

"The bounty is all in your dagger."

Link leaned back to his chair and whispered: "You don't want to tell me what I'm going to do. I'm going here for a while recently and investigating some things... You go now, Ellett should be in the Magic Academy now."

"Oh~oh~Okay, I understand, I'll go." Fan Knos pulled up the dagger on the table, and before he could check, he hurriedly turned around and left the tavern.

He finally let out a long sigh and said to Molgan: "Let's go to Grint Magic Academy."

Of course, Moergan and Moya had nothing to say, followed Fan Knos without saying a word, and Alfan hesitated a little.

When Fan Knos saw him, he greeted, "What are you doing when you stand there? Come on, I will give you your bounty. How about 1,000 gold coins?"

Alfan followed. He felt as weak as noodles, but there was a last bit of uncertainty in his heart, so he asked, "Is that person really that person just now?"

"Yes, you should be glad you are still alive." Fan Knos intends to scare him.

Alfan felt a little unable to stand, so he hurriedly helped Morgan beside him and didn't fall down: "I'm so unlucky today."

According to legend, Lord Field had the power to destroy the world, and he destroyed the Dark Legion alone. Those terrifying demons were as docile as the sheep to be slaughtered in front of him. He actually punched such a person just now... Will he put some fatal curse on him in secret? Will he die suddenly? Will his soul be tortured and destroyed?

All kinds of thoughts popped up in his mind, and he felt a little dazed. He felt that he must have been hit by some terrible curse.

Fan Knos saw his condition and spread his hands: "Okay, Alfan, don't scare yourself. I tell you, you are lucky, the lord appreciates you. Moreover, if he really wants to kill you, he will not use any evil tricks. You will have no hair left now. Then the king of the Nanyue Kingdom will immediately follow the lord and make up for you ten unforgivable crimes, so that you will never turn over forever."

Alfan was excited when he heard this, and a hint of joy surged in his heart: "Really, does he really appreciate me?"

Mercenaries like him, although they are very glorious in the mercenary world, are nothing in the eyes of the real great lord. But now there is a legendary figure who admires him and he feels that he is about to develop.

Seeing him like this, Fan Knos was too lazy to tell him. Moya couldn't stand it and continued, "The Lord is a generous person and will not care about this little thing. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Alfan exhaled and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"Go to complete the lord's mission." Fan Knos said, looking at the dagger in his hand. This dagger was originally an epic weapon, but now, there is a layer of crystal-red crystal-like thing on the periphery of the dagger.

He took the dagger and knocked the spare God of Death dagger, but the God of Death dagger was immediately knocked out.

"Good stuff, it's worth it."

.............

Grint Magic Academy.

It took only an hour for Ellet to be here and there was already difficulties.

After he arrived at the Magic Academy, the king of the Nanyue Kingdom soon found out and immediately rushed over to receive him. There were many people receiving him, including the queen, prince and princess. There were more than 20 people, all of whom were prominent figures in the Nanyue Kingdom.
Chapter completed!