Reckless Through The New World

The soldier who rushed in was wearing an old leather armor, with a bow and arrows on his back, a broad sword unsheathed, and a murderous aura. His inverted triangular eyes swept across the hall, whether it was the tall and thin man who rushed in before, or the man and maid who were in the hall, all of them were shocked by his murderous aura. Didn't even dare to move.

This soldier is not tall, and feels a little short and strong, but the murderous aura on him adds infinite power to him, making him look like a giant, making it difficult to look directly at him.

Holding the sword, he approached the tall and thin man without haste or slow, taking two steps, the tall and thin man finally recovered and hurriedly fled, but he heard him say coldly: "It's a desert outside, don't you be afraid If you're a mummified corpse, just run away."

Hearing this, the tall and thin man stopped running away, and said with a frown, "I'm all about to quit the arena, what's the use of you chasing me?"

"Hand over what you stole and robbed, and I won't chase after you."

"I've sold a lot of those things."

"I don't care about that."

"Then you have to embarrass me?"

"It's you who's embarrassing you, not me."

The tall and thin man stopped talking, and a murderous look gradually appeared in his eyes.

He is a robber anyway, although he is not a big robber, he can be regarded as a decent person. This chaser refuses to give him face, so he can only give it a shot!

The owner of this hotel knew him, and he could be regarded as a friend on the road. In addition to the cook, the buddy and the maid, five people can beat one of the patrolmen. No matter how powerful the other party is, they can definitely handle it. The only question is, how many people will die?

These people are not some kind of tyrannical overlords, at best they are "big men" at the level of ordinary towns. Generally, a brute force man can easily gather 20 or 30 of them, but those who can really fight and are qualified to join the rivers and lakes, they don't have a single one of them.

Just like in this hotel, the boss nominally has three people, but in fact, he has no binding force on these three people. It is probably no problem to bring these three people to do business and make a fortune, but to take them to fight with a battle-hardened patrolman, I am afraid it will not work.

In fact... even the boss himself, a thin and tall man may not be 100% sure that he can speak to him. It's just that the matter has come to this point, since the other party's bite is not loose, then he has to fight to the death and the net is broken!

He opened his mouth and shouted, "Old Ryan! The idea is coming. If you don't come out again, the reputation of this store will be ruined!"

Before he finished speaking, a sigh came, and a slightly hunchbacked middle-aged man walked out with a cane, and beside him was a big man with particularly thick arms and a kitchen knife.

"It's not a good thing if you come to the door. I have been running this store for many years, and this time I'm afraid I will smash the sign."

"Cut that guy off!" the chef said coldly.

The innkeeper sighed and said nothing, but twisted and pulled his cane into a pair of short guns.

He moved like a starting pistol, the man took out a pair of daggers from his boots, and the maid took out a machete from under the counter.

Facing these five robbers, the patrolman's face became colder and colder, but there was no fear, only a deep sense of death.

"Okay! I want to see, you are going to send a few people to die with me!"

He was such a bachelor, but the robbers hesitated - as he said, to kill this patrolman, I don't know how many robbers would be buried with him. Most of the robbers are selfish. If there is a great advantage in front of them, they don't mind fighting hard, but there is no great advantage in front of them. How can they be willing to work hard?

At this moment, footsteps came from the door of the hotel, and a bard with a qin on his back pushed open the door that had been hidden after the patrolmen had entered, and walked in.

This bard is not as good as ordinary bards. He glanced at them lightly, went straight to the corner opposite the panda and sat down, and said, "You do your business, it has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, he took out the dry food and nibbled it silently.

But being disturbed by him like this, the originally murderous situation suddenly eased a lot. The innkeeper sighed, and was about to speak, when he heard footsteps upstairs, but the baron and the knight came down too--they rested a little, were hungry now, and came for supper.

After two interruptions, this battle will never be fought again. The robbers are not worried about the paladin Panda intervening—the Church of the Suffering God has an ambiguous attitude towards "the poor are the thieves", and tends to open one eye and close one eye. As long as it is not evil in front of them, most of them will ignore it— But nobles and knights will definitely stand on the side of the patrolmen.

Five-on-one is a sure win, five-on-four is a sure loser.

The patrolman didn't want to do anything either. He chased and killed the robber who had washed his hands with gold, in order to seize the wealth and treasures that the other party had accumulated. If we fight at this moment, we can win if we win, but those wealth and treasures will definitely be snatched away by the nobles, and I can only get a fraction at most.

He is willing to work hard for a huge sum of money. He was reluctant to work hard for a little leftovers.

So the two sides put away their weapons, the boss and the chef went back to cook, and the man and the maid served hot soup for everyone to satisfy their hunger for the time being.

Everyone had a decent meal this time, and the three nobles soon went back upstairs to rest, but the five robbers gathered in the hall downstairs to confront the patrolmen.

"I don't think you can fight either, so why waste it?" The two sides faced each other for a long time, and Panda finally couldn't help but speak, "You can't fight on one side, but you are reluctant to work **** the other side, so it's not a problem to continue like this."

His words hit the key point. The two sides were entangled and arguing. It was a deadlock. No matter how long it was consumed, the problem could not be solved for a long time.

"Let's do it this way. What kind of red goods do you have to fight for? Let's discuss the number and discuss the price. How much is the price and how to share the profit, let's talk slowly. It's better than this."

The two sides were already a little tired, and when they heard his words, they immediately found their way down the stairs, muttering "give face to this uncle" and muttering "it's not that I'm afraid of death", finally ending the confrontation.

The confrontation was over, and the night was already deep. This was a hotel, and everyone naturally found their own room to rest.

Under the guidance of the guy, Panda went to the room next to the stairs on the second floor to stay. He looked at the room that was fairly clean, nodded, and said to the guy who was about to leave: "Be careful tonight, there is a dead air in this room. , I'm afraid I'm going to die tonight."

The guy was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I'll be in the hall at night and won't walk around casually."

Panda smiled: "That's good, just be careful."

Among the five robbers in this hotel, this guy is probably the only one who is worth saving.

When the guy left, he closed the door, but instead of lying down, he waved his fist and hit a table next to him.

The fist was like the wind, and the table was suddenly punched through a hole.

Panda nodded and smiled with satisfaction.