A moment later, the waitress ran up the stairs again. "There are four knights outside. When they entered, they seemed to have clashed with a group of adventurers. Both sides are now at daggers drawn, and the sisters downstairs don't dare to approach."
"Knights?" The merchant of Fatso was slightly startled. "Which family?"
"I'm not sure. Their armor seems to be engraved with a burning cross. I've never heard of any family daring to use such a thing as their family emblem." The waitress's tone was full of worry. "Could they be heretics?"
The old magician and the merchant of Fatso looked at each other and saw a touch of worry in each other's eyes. The latter said to the captain of the Guard, "Excuse me, I'm sorry."
Kenneth put down the lemonade in his hand, wiped his mouth, and picked up his sword. "I'll go with you. A group of unknown knights entered Ryan, and as the captain of the Guard, I didn't get any news. It's impossible to say that no one in the town helped them. I'd like to see who these people are."
While Kenneth and Zac were talking, the great magician drank all three bottles of red soldering iron. Drunkenness and tiredness rushed to his head, and finally cured the insomnia of the past two days. Leaning on the sofa, he fell asleep.
Zac called a waitress to take care of him, and then the three of them walked down the stairs.
Most of the mercenaries were a group of people who liked to watch the fun. These guys usually liked to drink and fight, but all the veteran adventurers knew that, except for the magician, knights were the worst profession to mess with. In addition to their own strength, most of them belonged to a certain family or power. The high maintenance cost of a knight's equipment was very difficult for an individual to afford.
For example, Kenneth's warhorse could eat seven or eight silver coins' worth of fodder in a year. In addition to the maintenance of his armor and weapons, he also needed to be equipped with special attendants on the battlefield. All these miscellaneous costs added up to at least thirty silver coins. If the City Hall did not bear the cost, the captain of the Guard would have gone bankrupt.
However, it was undeniable that the knights' performance on the battlefield was indeed worthy of their terrifying consumption. Their individual strength was secondary. Once they were organized into a cavalry regiment, the power they could display would increase exponentially. When hundreds and thousands of knights charged together, the steel torrent they formed was enough to make anyone tremble in fear.
This was why nobles of higher status would always recruit knights. Ordinary people wouldn't dare to provoke a knight. It would never end well for a commoner to go against a noble's backing. However, the mercenaries were already a little drunk tonight. Not to mention knights, even if His Majesty the Emperor was standing in front of them, they would still dare to go against him.
Of the four knights who had just entered the door, one was older and seemed to be the leader. The other three looked very young. The youth who was walking in front had a smile on his face. Even though he was being grabbed by the collar, he still looked amiable.
However, Kenneth could smell a faint smell of blood from the four of them. This smell usually appeared on people who were numb to killing. The captain of the Guard Team frowned. Among the four, three were only in their twenties. It was hard to imagine that someone so young would have blood on their hands.
The party that had a conflict with them was a very ordinary adventurer team. The team was made up of first grade professionals, and the captain was a baldy with a fiendish expression. Although he had a strong aura, anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was just a bully. It was probably because the two of them had brushed against each other when they left the house. After that, the baldy felt that the other party was young and easy to bully, so he grabbed the other party's collar and refused to let go.
In the face of this almost shameless scam, the young knight still maintained a smile and said in a gentle tone, "Uncle, I want to ask you about someone. If you have seen her before, you should have an impression of her. She is a first grade swordsman, and she has a very expensive Elven sword hanging on her waist. She looks very cute, and most importantly, she has a unique temperament. Not long ago, we heard that she was seen here. Do you know where we can find her?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? I have never seen such a person before." The bald captain said impatiently, "Don't interrupt. Hurry up and pay up. Otherwise, none of you will walk out of here tonight."
The mercenaries had been drinking together for a long time, so they were quite familiar with each other. Seeing the bald captain bullying the four foreigners, they revealed a mischievous smile and stood to the side to watch the fun.
The smile on the young knight's face didn't change. "Hey, you mercenaries are really born to be cheap. When I spoke to you politely, none of you responded properly. Only after paying a price will you learn to be honest."
The moment the words left his mouth, the entire tavern immediately went into an uproar. Nobody expected that this seemingly refined and courteous youth would actually use such a big shot. At this moment, even the gazes of the people who originally sympathized with the adventurer team turned cold. Very quickly, the crowd of mercenaries began to clamor, urging the adventurer team to teach the other party a lesson.
Feeling encouraged, the bald captain gritted his teeth and unsheathed the sword hanging on his waist, placing it against the youth's neck. He then said fiercely, "If you have the guts, say it again!"
In the end, the young knight sighed softly and said, "Reckless fool."
The next moment, the bald captain only felt a chill on his shoulder. His arm holding the sword had been separated from his body. Blood spurted from the severed arm and splashed on the faces of the people who were watching the fun, causing the originally restless crowd to stop in an instant. The bald captain let out a scream and fell to the ground. He actually fainted from the pain.
Fortunately, there was a priest present in the tavern tonight. He quickly cast hemostasis and healing spells on him, at least helping to save his life. However, unless he spent a lot of money to find a high-grade priest, his severed arm could not be regrown.
"Sigh, why do you always have to let things develop to this point before you are willing to listen to what we have to say." The young knight wiped the blood off his dagger and put it back into the scabbard. His nonchalant manner angered the adventurers. No one knew who started it, but the shouts of "kill them, kill them" in the tavern became louder and louder.
However, although they were angry, they also secretly felt a chill in their hearts. There were so many people present, but no one could really see what happened in that instant. The strength of these four knights seemed to be a bit unfathomable.
Owen's expression was solemn. "This is troublesome. This guy is likely to be a Grade 3 knight. If the other three also have such strength, then they are completely capable of killing all of us in the tavern."
Merchant Fatso's expression also did not look good. This was the first time the Adventurer's Heart had seen blood since it opened. If he did not handle this well, it would definitely be detrimental to his business in the future. However, after all, Zac was a person who had seen wind and waves. Even in the face of four people who were suspected to be Grade 3 professionals, he still maintained his calm. "In any case, we should first find someone to contact them and see who they are looking for."
In the end, he did not expect that before he finished speaking, the Guard Captain had already walked towards the four knights.
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