Some people even speculated that this young man had kidnapped a beautiful slave girl from a noble family and secretly ran away from Hittite to Bablon. There were also people who thought in their hearts, 'If I had such a charming and beautiful slave girl, I would definitely dress her up beautifully, but not for others to see, only for myself … In fact, wearing nothing is the most beautiful. Holding her in bed is simply the most erotic enjoyment in the world.'
Amon drank his wine, and the people in the tavern began to speculate. Finally, a drunken voice asked loudly, "Foreigner, did you kidnap this girl?"
Amon raised his head and answered, "She brought me to this town to look for the lost sheep."
Yoon Namna also smiled and said, "I wasn't kidnapped by him. I brought him here. He is a good man who helped me."
At this time, the tavern owner hurried over and said, "He's drunk. Please don't mind him." Then he ran over to the drunken man. He was afraid that if they said something wrong, it would cause a conflict and damage the tavern.
Amon felt that the atmosphere around him was not right. Some people looked at him with hostility. He didn't want to stay here any longer. This wine, which cost one copper coin a cup, was not very tasty. It was not even as good as the wild fruit wine brewed by the cavemen. He drank very quickly. Yoon Namna stood beside him and kept pouring wine. When he finished, Amon put down the cup and asked, "Boss, what is the most expensive wine in your tavern?"
The tavern owner was surprised again. He took out a delicate copper bottle from behind the counter and walked to the table, "This is the best wine in our tavern. There are only two bottles. One silver coin a bottle."
Amon reached into his big leather bag and found that the three silver coins he took out earlier were all gone. There were only twenty copper coins left. Thus, he took out a small leather pouch from his bosom and took out two silver coins. "I want both bottles of wine. How much is this jug of wine?"
Amon recognized the bottle. It was the same one his father gave him when he left Duc. It cost fifteen silver coins in his hometown, but only one silver coin here. Amon didn't buy it for himself. He wasn't a big drinker. These two bottles were for Schrödinger.
The tavern owner's eyes were a little dazed. He touched his forehead as if he was wiping sweat. He nodded, "You bought these two bottles. I'll give you the pot for free."
Amon's trip to the town today always brought him extra rewards. He got two pairs of shoes when he bought clothes, a whip when he bought sheep, and a pot of wine when he bought wine. But he didn't like this town. He just wanted to send Yoon Namna back as soon as possible, then cross the Euphrate River and continue his journey eastward. At least he learned one thing from this place. The world beyond the mountains was indeed very different from Duc.
Amon put the two bottles of wine into the big leather bag. Schrödinger was still sleeping in the innermost pocket. He left the tavern with Yoon Namna.
… …
The two outlanders left, but the tavern owner stood there blankly for a long time. Someone next to him shouted, "Shute, what's wrong with you? Has your soul been taken away by that slave? Why don't you talk about it and buy her for a high price? I'd like to know how much such a beautiful slave is worth. "
Another voice shouted, "That foreigner drinks the cheapest wine himself, but he bought two bottles of the most expensive wine. Is he going to give them to the slave tonight? He's really nice to her. If I could afford a slave like her, I'd be willing to feed her such expensive wine. "
The tavern owner, Shute, finally came back to his senses. He shouted, "Buy her? Guess what I just saw? It's a parangon, and more than one! It's in the young man's bag! "
Amon didn't want to show off when he paid. He just opened a small corner of the bag. The others couldn't see what was inside, but the tavern owner, who was standing next to him, saw the luster of the parangons. This situation was too strange. Parangons were a symbol of nobility. How could a man with a lot of parangons in his pocket drink a cup of wine that cost one copper coin?
The atmosphere in the tavern immediately boiled up. People began to discuss loudly with each other, their faces red. The story of the foreigner was interpreted into another version.
The young man should be a servant of a great noble family. He stole his master's money and eloped with a beautiful slave girl. The slave girl should be very loved by her former master. She ate and wore the best food and clothes. The young man must have wronged her by spending so much money. The young man himself was very stingy. He didn't want to arouse suspicion by spending too much money, or he was poor and didn't know how to spend it.
Someone started counting with his fingers in a drunken stupor. A parangon was worth twenty gold coins, a gold coin was worth twenty silver coins, and a silver coin was worth a hundred copper coins. The dress that the young man bought for the girl was worth sixty copper coins. How many dresses like that could be bought with one parangon? The correct answer was 666 dresses and change for one copper coin.
No one could figure it out. In short, it was a lot. Everyone felt that the dress that Amon bought for Yoon Nam-na was too cheap. He had a lot of parangons in his pocket, but he bought a dress that was only worth 60 copper coins for such a beautiful girl. There must be something wrong with the young man's money.
No one noticed that while the group of drunkards were making wild guesses, two people were whispering to each other at the best, largest, and cleanest table in the corner. They paid the bill and left in a hurry.
…
Amon asked outside the town, "Yoon Nam-na, where do you live? Where should I send you?"
Yoon Nam-na said, "The place where you met me is fine. My sheep pen is not far from there. I can walk back by myself."
Amon thought for a moment and said, "Well, I'll send you back to where you came from. Take your lamb home quickly."
By the time they were halfway back, the sky had gradually darkened. The half-moon rose. Under the tranquil moonlight, they could see the undulating grass slope. The night was a gentle and quiet beauty.
If the experience in the town made them a little unhappy, they had already forgotten about it in the beautiful scenery. They could not walk too fast under the moonlight. It was like they were taking a stroll together. Yoon Nam-na was holding a lamb in her hand.
After walking for a while, Amon's face suddenly darkened and he stopped. Yoon Nam-na asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you tired again?"
Amon shook his head, "No, someone is watching us."
Yoon Nam-na showed a look of panic, "It's the middle of the night. Why are there people here? Where are they? Why don't I see them?"
Amon said, "There are people in front of us and behind us. They should be coming for us. Yoon Nam-na, don't be afraid. I'll send them away. I'll send you back safely. "
After saying that, he let go of Yoon Nam-na's waist and shouted with his iron stick in his hand, "Since you're here, why are you hiding there? I don't know you, and I don't owe you money. Why are you armed in the middle of the night? "
A sneer came from the front. Two people came out. The one in front was holding a sword, and the one behind was holding a staff. The one with the staff shouted, "Foreigner, you stole your master's money and kidnapped the slave girl. How dare you show off in Som?"
The one with the sword shouted, "We'll cut to the chase. Leave the money and the slave girl, and we'll spare your life."
Along with the voice, three people came out from the grassy slope behind them. They were holding axes and clubs. Obviously, they were not here for good. Yoon Nam-na shrank beside Amon in fear and whispered, "Don't believe them. They want to rob you and kidnap me. They will kill you. How can you let others know about this?"
The first thing that came to his mind was his neighbor, Maqi, the third-level warrior who tried to rob and kill Amon in the Charcoal Forest but was killed by Crazy 'Ole. The second thing that came to his mind was the three things that Crazy' Ole had told him. First, he should not kill people rashly. Even if he had to, he should use the least amount of force.
He asked curiously, "You, you are holding a staff. Are you a mage? If you're a mage, why would you do such a thing? "
As soon as he said that, a voice behind him shouted in panic, "Master Vennu, he recognized you. Don't let him go!"
The swordsman shouted angrily, "Shut up, Hansom!" Then he turned to Amon and said, "Now that you know there's a noble mage here, hand over the money and the slave girl and ask for forgiveness for your crimes!"
These people were inexperienced robbers. It was the first time they had done such a thing. The two in front of them were the sons of the mayor of Som. The elder was called Gay, a second-level warrior, and the younger was called Vennu, a first-level mage. Of course, Som could not be compared to Duc, which produced important strategic resources. So the position of the mayor was not high. He was just the lowest noble in the Kingdom of Bablon.
The mayor sent his youngest son to a nearby city to learn magic. Vennu spent almost half of the family's money to become a first-level mage. This time, when he returned home from the city, he asked his father for money and bribed the priest, hoping to get a position as a priest in the temple of the city.
But the mayor's father was not willing to give him so much money. Instead, he persuaded his son to become a priest in the shrine of the town. Anyway, the negotiation fell through. It was really difficult for the family to get the money that Wennu wanted. So, he dragged his brother Guy to the tavern to drink and vent his depression.
But when they saw Amon and Yoon Namna in the tavern, they learned that Amon had a huge sum of money, so they were tempted. When a person drank too much, they would also become more daring. They actually wanted to murder for money. The two brothers discussed it and decided that the money would go to the younger brother, while the beautiful female slave would go to the older brother.
Having made up their mind, the two brothers left the town with three strong servants armed with weapons. They walked faster than Amon and took a shortcut to block Amon.
The servants were not drunk, and it was the first time they had done such a crime, so they were a little timid. As soon as Amon mentioned the mage, the servant named Hansom thought that he recognized Vennu. Vennu was the only mage in Som, so he didn't need to mention his name to know who he was. Gay scolded the servant, waiting for Amon to kneel down and beg for mercy.
"Take your weapons and leave now, and I will forgive you." Amon suddenly said something that no one expected. There was an inexplicable majesty in his voice, like a noble priest, or even a god.
Although Amon was young, he was very majestic when he was serious. This temperament was cultivated unconsciously. Don't forget that he had always been regarded as a god by the cavemen. Amon did not like to put on airs, but the cat beside him was more arrogant than anyone else. He watched Schrödinger every day, so how could he not learn it?
Both Vennu and Gay were shocked. For a moment, they even had the illusion that Amon was a lord who was traveling incognito. But then they felt that this illusion was ridiculous. Which lord would walk at night in straw sandals?
Guye laughed out loud as if he was emboldening himself. He raised his sword and said, "Foreigner, you're courting death. According to Article 18 of the Bablon Kingdom's Code, commoners who steal or abduct other people's slaves will be sentenced to death. Let me carry out the execution here." "You're courting death.
Amon was afraid that he would hurt Yoon Nam-na, so he did not want to wait for the others to surround him. He took a step forward and swung his iron staff at Gay's shoulder. Amon's staff looked like an ordinary branch. When he swung it, it was light and did not move at all.
Gay's face was full of ridicule. His sword was not made of the best Damasc steel, but it was made of sharp fine iron. It cost him fifteen silver coins, but this foreigner attacked him with a branch. Maybe Gay wanted to show off. He suddenly shouted and slashed at the "branch" with both hands, trying to cut Amon and the branch in half.
He had used quite a bit of strength. This sword strike was enough to split a tree in half, let alone an inconspicuous withered branch. But when the sword hit the branch, it made a sound of metal colliding. In the darkness of the night, dazzling sparks flew. With a harsh sound, the slender fine iron sword was broken in half.
The deformed tip of the sword flew out, and the other half, together with the hilt, fell to the ground. The web between Gay's thumb and index finger was torn. Amon's "branch" seemed to be light when it hit the sword, but it carried a strange shock. The shock wave went straight into Gay's body. Half of Gay's body was numb, and he could not make a sound even if he wanted to.
Amon's staff did not seem to be affected at all. It continued to move forward and hit Gay's right shoulder. There was no blood or flesh splattering, but Gay's body went limp and he fell to the ground. He was a second-level warrior, but Amon could not tell which level he was using. This was the technique of Duc miners. But this time, Amon was using an iron staff instead of a sledgehammer, and he was not hitting the ore core.
It took Amon only one strike to knock Gay down, but it showed the perfect combination of speed, strength, agility and accuracy. He was not proficient in martial arts, and no one could teach him the various fighting techniques on the battlefield. When he practiced body arts in the cavemen's tribe, he would go hunting and see all kinds of beasts. There were not many tricks to fighting with beasts. Simple and effective attacks were the most important. What's more, Amon always caught a beast alive. He never killed a beast on the spot, which was much more difficult than killing a beast.
Amon had this habit. On the one hand, he could bring a live beast back to the village for fresh meat. On the other hand, Link also liked to experiment with different kinds of wild animals. He tried not to let his clansmen risk their lives to hunt. Amon did not care what kind of beast could be domesticated. He only cared about letting his clansmen catch it alive.
So when he went hunting, he always had a group of people following him. Some people in the surrounding valleys drove the beasts to where Amon was, and a group of people with ropes and sticks followed Amon. Amon waved his iron staff and knocked down the beasts one by one. The cavemen rushed to tie them up and carry them away. Every time this happened, the tribe would be as lively as a festival.
Amon usually fought with the King Ironback. It was not a real fight, but just a test of skills. Guye's sword looked fierce, but it was far inferior to the tail whip of the Ironback King El Mar.
After a successful strike, Amon walked past Gay, waved his iron staff down, and pointed at the same position on Gay's left shoulder. Then he suddenly rushed forward like a beast. His staff struck out with the sound of the wind, and a ball of fire was scattered in the air.
Wennu was a mage. Under normal circumstances, he should have used magic to cover or help Gay. But he did not expect that his brother, a second-level warrior, would be defeated by this stranger in the blink of an eye. It was too late for him to use magic, so he hurriedly sent a fireball at Amon.
First-level mages could only use simple low-level magic. Fire magic was powerful, dazzling, and very impressive. Many people liked to learn it first, and Wennu was no exception. This magic was naturally powerful against ordinary people, but it was also strange and difficult to imitate against ordinary warriors. Because it was a magical power that no one else could master, it had a very good deterrent and damage effect.
But Amon's judgment was very accurate, and he was not afraid at all. He rushed forward without dodging, and scattered the fireball as if it was a firefly. Wennu let out a cry of alarm. It was too late for him to cast any magic spells. Amon's iron staff was swung towards him. The tip of the staff swept across his face with a sharp sound of wind. He felt a sharp pain as if his face was being cut by a knife. It was so close to smashing his head.
But it was not his head that was smashed. With a crack, Wennu's staff was broken into several pieces. His staff naturally did not attract Amon's attention. It was just a hard walnut wood that had been processed by magic and inlaid with an ordinary parangon. No matter how hard the walnut wood was, how could it withstand Amon's staff? As the staff broke, the parangon at the top was crushed into powder. Wennu let out a hoarse cry and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wennu was injured, but it was not Amon who injured him. When his staff was suddenly destroyed while he was casting magic, he could not vent the power that he had been channeling. If he did not control it well, it would backfire on the caster. His body felt as if it was being burned. The parangon was not broken by Amon either. Amon was not that wasteful. It was also because his staff was destroyed while he was casting magic.
"Yoon Namna, come here … All of you, put down your weapons." Amon held his staff, raised his foot and stepped on Wennu's cheek. He shouted coldly at the three servants in the distance.
Yoon Namna had already rushed to Amon's side. Before the three servants could react, they saw the two young masters who were usually arrogant and powerful were beaten to the ground in the blink of an eye. The young master Wennu's head was also stepped on, and his life could be taken at any time. They dropped the axes and sticks in their hands, knelt on the ground and shouted, "Foreigner, no, noble warrior, spare our young masters. If they die, we will die too."
Amon looked at them with a slightly strange look and asked, "You are really interesting. Why are you begging me to spare these two young masters? Does it have anything to do with me whether you are alive or not? Don't forget that you wanted to kill me with weapons. Why are you begging me for mercy on behalf of others? I haven't said I will spare you. "
The servants shouted, "Noble warrior, we were forced to do this. We wanted to dissuade the two young masters, but we couldn't. We didn't want to do this at all, but we had to come."
Yoon Namna whispered to Amon, "Don't let them go. Don't let any of them go. Amon, you surprised me too much. I didn't expect you to be so powerful … If you didn't beat them today, they would not let us go. You would be killed and your money would be taken away, and I would be taken away by force. … Did they think of sparing you? All of them deserve to die. "
Amon pointed his staff at the three servants and said, "As a servant, I should not be responsible for whether or not I can dissuade my master. I know what kind of punishment you will receive, so just accept it. I have no intention of punishing you. You are not worthy of my help." Then he pointed to Ghei, who was lying on the ground, and said, "You might as well not have the power. Otherwise, you will only bring more harm and disaster to yourself and others." Then he pointed to Vennu, "You don't deserve to use the staff."
After saying this, he kicked Vennu, who was vomiting blood, down the grassy slope. Vennu rolled to Ghei's side. Then he turned to the three servants and said, "Carry them back. Get out of here now."
"Thank you for your kindness." The three servants bowed to Amon, then hurried to carry the two young masters on their backs. One of them picked up the rest of the belongings and hurried away in the night.
When Vennu was casting his magic, his staff was suddenly destroyed. For a mage, the injury he suffered would leave a terrible shadow for the rest of his life. Ghei's injury was very minor. Amon had only cracked the cartilage of his shoulder. But this kind of injury was extremely difficult to heal, which meant that he might not be able to wield his sword with his body arts anymore.
As for the three servants, Amon had no interest in dealing with them. He knew that when they returned, they would only end up worse than the two young masters. He remembered that when he was in Duc, Mayor Dusti's son, Moses, made a mistake outside. When he returned home, he was punished not to eat for a day and had to copy the instructions of the gods. But the two servants who took care of Moses were beaten half to death. The two young masters had made such a big mistake and suffered such a serious injury, right in front of the three servants. It was not hard to imagine what would happen to them when they returned home. Maybe they should run away now.
When they gradually disappeared under the moonlight, Amon turned around and put his arm around Yoon Nam-na's waist, "Did I scare you? Don't be afraid. Let's keep going. "
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