Translator: Xaiomoge
Yang Feng willed: “Scan this person’s information!”
The corners of Yang Feng’s mouth rose, and he mused delightedly: “What a weak guy. Ordinary people are just that.”
Even though Dolly looked tall, sturdy, strong, and majestic, and looked far more deterring than Yang Feng’s group of seven. However, his was far too weak when compared to Yang Feng’s group of people.
If it was just before he transmigrated, Yang Feng could never defeat a brawny man like Dolly. But now, even with a hand tied behind his back, Yang Feng could easily beat Dolly.
“Go to hell, you lowlife!” There was a fierce glint in his eyes. Lightning-fast, Trucks stood up and punched Dolly in the abdon with a frightening force, and the 100-kilogram-heavy Dolly was blasted away by a dozen or so ters and knocked down nurous chairs.
After the built like a bear Dolly crumpled on the ground, he spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragnts of viscera and dropped dead.
“Dead! Dolly was killed with one punch from that guy!”
“Knight, that guy is a Knight rank expert!”
“No! Great Knight, he’s a Great Knight!!”
“...”
The adventurers in the tavern clamored, and their gazes filled with fear and dread fell on Trucks.
Dolly’s companions exchanged a look, and their eyes flickered with anger. But after Trucks swept them with a glance, they lowered their heads, not daring to et his gaze. They imdiately payed their bill and left.
The tavern was located in the scope of the Obscure Mountain Range. Here, the truth lied within your fists, and fights and scuffles were a day-to-day occurrence. People without strength, if they die, they die.
Adventurers were generally below the Knight rank. Against a Great Knight rank expert, even if all the adventurers in the tavern attacked together, they would still be massacred.
The bartender’s eyes flashed with an enigmatic glint, and he frowned.
With a panic-stricken expression, a half blood rabbitman maid arrived in front of Yang Feng and his party’s table and said timidly: “Excuse , sirs and ladies, you broke so tables and chairs...”
Trucks revealed an evil smile, stared at the maid, and spoke eerily: “What? You want to pay for them?”
“No! No! No! No!” The maid’s face was ashen, her petite body shivered, and her voice trembled.
Pierre uttered lightly: “We’ll give you that guy’s corpse! His weapons and leather armor should be enough to pay for our als and accommodation, and it should still be enough to cover for the tables and chairs we broke.”
Unlike Yang Feng, Pierre didn’t have a large amount of resources at his disposal. The resources he spent to promote to a level-3 Apprentice Warlock were obtained from braving nurous dangers. Consequently, he possessed rich adventuring experience.
Without the chanical legion, 10 Yang Feng’s might not be the opponent of Pierre who has promoted to a level-3 Apprentice Warlock step by step and experienced nurous fights. But with the chanical legion, even 10,000 Pierres weren’t Yang Feng’s match.
“Thank you!” The half blood rabbitman heaved a sigh of relief, then said a sentence of gratitude and withdrew at once.
Several strong n erged from the rear of the tavern, and then dragged Dolly’s corpse away and disappeared. Half blood rabbitman maids walked in and skillfully dealt with the ss.
Before long, the interior of the tavern had its usual appearance restored. However, the adventurers were much quieter now, and their gazes swept towards Trucks from ti to ti.
After eating a little, Yang Feng and his party went to their respective rooms to rest.
At night, in the cellar of the tavern.
Dim candlelight illuminated the cellar.
In the cellar, there were three people sitting at a table. One of them was the rather handso bartender, another was an ugly and fearso-looking middle-aged man with a strange tumor growing from his head, and the last one was an old man dressed in black clothes, with wrinkled, discolored skin and old spots on is face.
The old man whispered in a hoarse voice: “Gilels, are you sure that those five are Apprentice Warlocks?”
Gilels’s eyes flashed with aversion, and he responded: “There’s no mistake, Sir Graham, the sll of Apprentice Warlocks’ life force, I can sense it from several kiloters away. They disguised themselves as adventurers, so they must be plotting sothing serious.”
Graham’s eyes flickered with puzzlent, and he uttered: “How co there are Apprentice Warlocks here? This place is barren and full of dangers, there’s basically nothing for them to gain!”
“Could it be that they’ve uncovered my lord’s plans?” Grahams gaze fell onto a golden statue in the cellar and his heart jumped up, and he whispered.
In the middle of the cellar stood a statue of a freak with three heads – a wolf head, a human head, and a tiger head. The freak had a robust orc-like body, long claws on its feet and hands, a pair of wings on its back, and a scorpion tale. Looking alive, the statue’s eyes moving from ti to ti and shimred with a savage and treacherous gleam, coldly watching the three people in the cellar.
The middle-aged man with a strange tumor growing from his head gave a sinister smile, his killing intent stirred, and he spoke: “Graham! Let’s just kill them! Trifling Apprentice Warlocks, even if they die, it won’t arouse too much attention.”
Graham shook his head and said, “No! They might have not uncovered my lord’s plans! The ans of Apprentice Warlocks are treacherous and formidable! Lek, you can’t act. Otherwise, if we’re exposed, it will spoil my lord’s plans. By then, even if you died 10,000 tis, you still won’t be able to redeem yourself.”
Gilels whispered: “Sir Graham, Dolly was killed by those people. Dolly was a mber of the Black Crows. We could instigate the Black Crows to act against them and probe them.”
Graham spoke flatly: “Alright! Gilels, it’s up to you then! As long as you handle this properly, then after my lord cos to this world, your contribution won’t be forgotten. As long as you are loyal and devoted as well as have so contributions, the mighty lord will certainly bestow upon you great power and trendous wealth.”
Gilels responded so excitent: “Yes! Sir Graham!”
The statue of a freak watched what was happening in the cellar with cold indifference, and a look of ridicule appeared in the abyss of its eyes. Then, it’s eyes turned and regained their ruthless, callous, and powerful appearance.
Graham glanced at the chanical grandfather clock and said flatly: “It’s ti, Gilels!”
“Yes, Sir Graham!” With a look of excitent in his eyes, Gilels got up, went towards a corner of the cellar, and opened a sack, inside which was a young woman with her mouth covered by a tape. The girls looked fearfully at him and squird.
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