nashuaworldcup Chapter 166 Heavy Armor Knight
Chapter 166 Heavy Armor Knight
Boom!
A figure foaming at the mouth fell to the ground; the heavy-armored knight's punch shocked everyone present.
"Hmph! Serves you right for showing off."
The little man in black robes let out a smug laugh, almost ready to kick the man with the nose ring a couple more times.
However, just as everyone was shocked by the heavy-armored knight's move, two more figures dressed in black robes stepped forward.
One of the two walked in front, his expression hostile, as if he was about to attack the heavily armored knight.
"you!"
pop~
However, before he could make a move, the person behind him suddenly grabbed his shoulder, stopping him from doing anything further, which made him glare at his companion with displeasure.
"Feel sorry."
Beneath the black robes were two men wearing scorpion masks, one white and one black. The one who seemed more agitated was the black-clad one, while the one who stopped his companion and apologized to the heavily armored knight was the white-clad one.
"My friend is a bit reckless."
The "white scorpion" naturally refers to the man with the nose ring on the ground; clearly, they are also members of the Black Scorpion family.
"It's alright, I've already punished him. As long as he knows he was wrong, that's fine."
The heavily armored knight readily accepted the white scorpion's apology, and even the black-robed figure who had been stirring things up didn't say anything more. Clearly, neither side wanted to cause any further trouble.
White Scorpion and Black Scorpion carried the man with the nose ring out together, thus ending the conflict. Although it is unknown whether there were any lingering resentment between the two sides, it appears that the conflict has not escalated further.
After the incident, the tavern became lively again, as if nothing had happened. Of course, when the heavily armored knight made his move, some people couldn't help but turn their attention to him.
"Two glasses of milk, please."
The heavily armored knight dragged his seemingly heavy steps toward the bar. His height of over two meters, coupled with his heavy armor, caused the tavern floor to tremble with each step.
"We don't have milk here."
The bar owner looked at the heavily armored knight with a strange expression. Who comes to a bar to drink milk?
"That juice."
"There's no juice either..."
"Don't you even have apple juice?"
"There are no juices... no... there are sand juices, but... they might have some alcohol in them."
"Hmm...that sounds good."
"Give me two glasses of plain water."
"........"
The heavily armored knight picked up two tiny wine glasses with his heavily armored hands, and then began to walk around the tavern, looking for a place to sit down.
However, the tavern was almost full, and if you wanted to sit down, you would have to share a table with someone else. But most people avoided his gaze, and it was clear that no one else in the tavern wanted to have anything to do with this heavily armored knight.
After searching for a long time, the heavily armored knight finally found someone who didn't avoid his gaze.
He was a bald man with a thick beard on his chin. He looked to be in his forties or fifties. His wrinkled face, coupled with a sense of decadence and vicissitude in his eyes, made him seem like a man with a story to tell at first glance.
He was also the only man in the entire arena who did not back down from the heavily armored knight. The heavily armored knight met his gaze, but there was no fear in the man's eyes. Clearly, he placed the heavily armored knight on an equal or even lower position than himself.
On the chair next to it was a weapon wrapped in cloth; judging from the shape of the hilt, it should be a long sword.
The heavily armored knight hesitated for a moment, then strode over. Since the other side wasn't afraid of him, he didn't need to be timid anymore.
"May I sit with you?"
The bald man, who had been drinking alone, looked up. Of course, given his strength, it was impossible for him not to notice the arrival of the heavily armored knight.
When questioned by the heavily armored knight, the bald man remained silent, simply taking the long sword from the chair next to him and placing it beside him.
"Thank you!"
The heavily armored knight didn't want to make things difficult for others, so if no one was willing to sit with him, he planned to take his food and drink outside.
da~
The heavily armored cavalryman sat down, and it was fortunate that the shopkeeper's chair was sturdy enough, otherwise it really wouldn't have been able to support his weight.
"you eat."
The heavily armored knight pushed the fruit cake he had ordered in front of the bald man, but the bald man did not accept his offer and continued to drink his wine in silence.
So cold.
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to communicate, the heavily armored knight temporarily gave up the idea of making friends and instead started talking to the little black-robed figure on his shoulder.
"How far do you think we are from Black Rock Cliff?"
"It's not far."
"besides....."
The little woman in black robes answered first, then glared fiercely at the heavily armored knight. Facing the puzzled knight, she gestured towards the bald man, the meaning of which was self-evident.
The heavily armored knight dared not disobey the black-robed figure, so the topic of Blackrock Cliff was not discussed.
Of course, the bald man still caught the words "Black Rock Cliff" they had mentioned earlier, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes the moment he heard them.
..................
Excuse me?
Can you tell fortunes?
Two young people, a man and a woman, entered the small tent, both dressed in green cloth.
Upon entering, they saw a hunched figure with his back to them. The voice seemed to tremble when it heard the sound of someone entering, but then relaxed as soon as it heard the young man's greeting.
"Hello?"
The younger girl thought the man in black robes hadn't heard her, so she greeted him again.
"can."
"of course can."
The voice that spoke was hoarse and shrill, sounding like that of an old, strange grandfather.
The man in black robes turned around, and what came into the eyes of the two young men was a red mask.
"Your outfit looks so strange..."
One of the men looked at the strange attire of the man in the black robe and whispered warily.
"Oh dear, all fortune tellers are like that, it's normal for them to be mysterious. The more mysterious they are, the more I believe them!"
The girl didn't care, plopped down in front of the divination table, and looked at the black-robed diviner with anticipation.
The fortune teller seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but he quickly recovered and sat down opposite the girl.
"Start~ Start~"
This was the girl's first time having her fortune told, so she seemed quite excited and even couldn't help but slightly shake her legs.
"Um?"
"I think I kicked something?"
The girl felt a bounce from the impact on her feet and instinctively wanted to look down at the divination platform, but just then, the man in black spoke.
"Just some equipment."
"unimportant."
Without further ado, let's...
"let's start."
After saying that, the man in black robes lifted his foot and beckoned the bald-headed "equipment" under the divination table toward himself.