Bright Era

The hammer that brutally broke into the tavern was a very tall and strong man with a beard. He was almost as tall as the gate of the tavern alone. Wearing a heavy black bear fur coat, the hammer's bare forehead was steaming. The big scars on the ugly face that had been stabbed heavily by a sharp knife twisted from time to time, as if a multi-legged centipede was wriggling.

Hearing Lin Qi's shout, the hammer ‘quack’, which was stronger than a giant northern ice bear, grinned wildly, rushed towards Lin Qi in strides, picked him up by his waist, and shook him upward. Lin Qi gave a strange cry, and the hammer almost threw him to the ceiling. Fortunately, he was flexible and responsive. He held his hands on the ceiling of the tavern for a while, otherwise his head would surely be bloodied.

"Master, it's great for you to be here!" The hammer wiped his nose heavily, then roared back towards the wine cabinet: "Girl, get a good drink for the uncle! I warn you, who dares to be miserable in the wine? A drop of water, I will smash the bones of her body!"

The maids inside and outside the counter are the same. They work in the lame shop and are used to seeing all kinds of heroes in the wharf area. But the hammer, no matter its size or momentum, was undoubtedly more terrifying than the heroes they had seen before. They have no doubt that this big guy who doesn't seem to be a kind person can do what he says. He said that if you want to smash all the bones in their bodies, he will definitely do it.

Lin Qi and Hammer hugged heavily. Lin Qi laughed loudly and turned to introduce to Enzo: "Enzo, this is Uncle Hammer, my fighting skills enlightenment teacher. Uncle Hammer, this is Enzo. My good brother, my deputy, a very clever swordsman!"

Enzo looked at the hammer in shock, and he felt a fiery power from the brawny man in a bearskin coat. Even though the wind and snow blew in through the gate, Enzo, standing in front of the hammer, still felt hot, as if standing in front of a red iron ingot.

The hammer looked at Enzo deeply, and Enzo only felt a heat in his chest, as if he was hit by a heavy hammer. He staggered and almost took a step back, but his muscles were tight and he stood firmly on the spot. The hammer nodded approvingly, patted his bare head hard and laughed: "Master, your brother is good, hey, you have such a strength at such a young age, not bad!"

Turning around and kicking the heavy wooden door of the tavern closed, the hammer screamed at the wine cabinet, "My mother, are you deaf? Good wine, give me good wine! It's such a cold day, the guests come to the door. , Especially I’m still an old friend of your boss, don’t you have a drink?"

The roar of the hammer was almost comparable to the roar of a Warcraft, the wine bottles and glasses in the wine cabinet clinked, and several of the maids shuddered and almost sat on the ground without a butt. The courageous maid tremblingly grabbed a large wine glass that could hold a liter of spirits, and hurriedly poured a whole bottle of strong rum into it.

With a grunt of satisfaction, the hammer waved his hand at a distance of seven or eight meters. A chain with the thickness of a little finger in his sleeve rolled out with a piercing sound, and he rolled up the big wine glass and brought it to the front. After taking a deep breath of wine, the hammer raised the glass and shouted, "Master, the hammer is very happy to see you in good health!"

With a sip, a liter of spirits was drunk cleanly by a hammer. He hiccuped alcohol comfortably, sat down on the wooden chair beside him, fumbled out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Lin Qi. "Master, you haven't gone back for three full years. Master said, this year when you are on annual vacation, you must go back anyway."

After a satisfied hiccup, the hammer took out a skin cigarette pouch from his sleeve, grabbed a handful of tobacco from it, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. He chewed and said vaguely: "Master has something to do for you. Uh, master, you are now a college student, and the master has a bright face. I want you to go back and give the master a good face in front of the group of rich people!"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the hammer turned his head and yelled at the maids again: "Where is the lame? As long as he is not dead, tell him to get out and receive old friends! Ah, the uncle and him have not seen each other for three years, so I really miss this. Old villain! Hahaha, hasn't he been lame?"

Following the roar of the hammer, the **** quietly walked out of a dark corner of the tavern. The lame looked at the hammer in'surprise', spreading his hands and exclaimed: "Ah, haha, see who is here? Isn't this a hammer? How does it feel to be wanted by the Berrely Security Service? Hahaha, When you come to Berrily, you dare not go anywhere except my site? When will you get off the boat?"

The hammer laughed strangely, stood up and gave the **** a strong hug.

The lame greeted him sincerely: "How is the body of Old Blackbeard?"

The hammer slapped the lame shoulder triumphantly and smiled: "Master is very tough, well, it's just that the harvest hasn't been very good recently, so I'm in a bad mood!"

Lin Qi opened the envelope and read his father's handwritten letter. The familiar handwriting was still scribbled, and every stroke seemed to be cut with a heavy sword, showing a wild and mad energy. Seeing this word, Lin Qi seemed to have seen his father, the brawny man who was full of wildness, like a wild bear.

Enzo curiously leaned over to Lin Qi, tilted his head and looked at the letter. He also knows a little about his elder’s family background. According to Lin Qi, his father was a miller in the third-ranked port city of the empire. All flour imports and exports, at least three provinces in the north of the empire, are supplied by his father's mill.

According to Lin Qi's words, Lin Qi should have been born in a good family who has been doing business for generations, but how can a child of a good and honest family be able to form an organization like the Iron Fist Brotherhood in just three years?

Taking a sideways glance at the hammer, Enzo was even more curious about the fact that a miller who worked on his duty could have a master like hammer? The wanted criminals of the Berriley Garrison, ordinary gangsters are not eligible to be on the wanted list.

The lame was following the Hammer's words just now and asking him questions: "How is it possible? In recent years, the empire has been in a good weather, the wheat harvest has been good, and the business of Old Blackbeard should be getting bigger and bigger!"

The Hammer sighed helplessly. He shook his head and said, "Wrong, wrong, lame, the better the weather, the worse the master’s business. There is too much flour to sell for the price! What the master hopes most is the age of the empire. With natural disasters and famine everywhere, our wheat can be sold at sky-high prices!"

A thick **** pointed straight at the ceiling, and the hammer roared: "Curse the gods, if you don't let the empire suffer a drought for a few years, brothers will have no food to eat! The boss has stocked up 20 warehouses of wheat. When will it take the shot?"

The lame sighed deeply, and hurriedly greeted the maid with wine and meat.

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