'Gearing up' bistro.
When Link said this, the mercenaries in the tavern knew that a fight was about to happen, and they all turned around with a bang, picked up their wine glasses, and prepared to watch the excitement.
When mercenaries do things, they don't say right or wrong, they are only as big as a fist.
If Link can beat Alfan, then he is right, and others will laugh at Alfan for being overwhelmed and looking for a beating on his own.
If Link is defeated, then he is a model of pretending to be incompetent, and will immediately become a laughing stock, and naturally he will not be able to stay in this tavern.
Alfan frowned. He is an archer, and he doesn't like to have conflicts with people because of such trivial matters, but he is very clear about the rules among mercenaries. In the current situation, if he admits to cowardice and leaves, then his eagle-eyed His reputation will be lost, and others will call him a coward. Or they would step forward to fight and teach their opponents a lesson.
It's impossible to admit that you are a coward, and mercenaries rely on this name to make a living.
Moreover, the appearance of this young man in front of him is really ordinary. He is wearing a leather armor that is old and not old, his face is ashen and dusty, and his black hair is randomly braided behind his head. No matter how you look at it, he is a down-and-out mercenary. If you want to say how capable such a young man is, Alfan doesn't believe it.
At this time, Link was still eating the fried green beans on the plate. He tossed the beans first, then opened his mouth and let the beans fall into his mouth. The whole process was full of contempt, completely ignoring the bow and arrows around him the presence of hands.
Alfan originally thought it was just an ordinary conflict, but with Link's behavior, his anger also arose in his heart. He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Dude, are you here to find fault with my eagle eye?"
Link glanced at him sideways, and then simply closed his eyes: "What you said, I sat here without moving. If anyone finds fault, it must be you."
After speaking, Link picked up another green bean and prepared to throw it into his mouth.
When the green bean flew into the air, Alfan suddenly moved, his hand moved like lightning, and he took off the bow on his back. At the same time, the arrow was already on the bowstring, and with a sound of 'collapse', the arrow flew out , pointing at the green beans that Link threw into the air.
He wanted to shoot through this green bean with one arrow, so that the other party would know how good his archery skills were.
This move has a special name in the mercenary world, it's called showing skills. Mercenaries often use this method when they don't want to have a real conflict.
Showing off skills usually happens inside the city, because there are guards and laws in the city, killing and wounding people here is easy to get into trouble, if it is in the wild, it is a real thing.
For example, in Alfan's hand, if he shoots the little green bean flying in the air, the hidden meaning is: I can shoot such a small thing in such a short time, then it will be easy for me to take your life. If you are smart, admit defeat as soon as possible!
In the past, Hawkeye could easily do this, but today, things are not quite right.
Seeing that his arrow was about to hit Aomame in the air, Link below suddenly blew a breath at this moment.
"Pff~" Aomame was blown up and jumped up, and for a moment, the arrow body flew under Aomame without hitting anything, and then, Aomame continued to fall, Link's head remained motionless, just opened his mouth, Aomame It fell into his mouth and he continued to eat.
After eating, Link glanced at the arrows stuck on the wooden wall of the tavern, and said with a smile: "If you can't do it, don't shoot arrows indiscriminately. If you shoot an innocent person, be careful that the king will drag you to the gallows."
Alfan snorted coldly, knowing that he had met a master today, but he still didn't admit it. He didn't use all his strength just now, and it's no big deal to miss.
Thinking of this, he threw the bow in his hand into the hand of the tavern attendant next to him, rolled up his sleeves, and punched Link in the face with a fist.
He didn't use fighting spirit for this punch, it was purely physical strength.
In the city, there is no use of weapons and fighting spirit. It is an ordinary fight. As long as no one is killed, then in this kind of tavern full of mercenaries, the guards in the city will not care if they see it. If there are uninterested guards who want to meddle in their own business, the owner of the tavern will also dismiss the mercenaries.
Of course, if you break something in a tavern, mercenaries will accompany you. This is the rule.
Alfan still kept his strength in this punch, otherwise, with his physical strength, if the opponent failed to make a timely defense, it is very likely that one punch would kill someone, and it would cause a lot of trouble.
But even so, the movement was still shocking. Alpha was a level 7 fighter after all. This punch was violent, and before the punch arrived, the wind of the punch had already blown Link's hair around.
Many mercenaries in the tavern have subconsciously let out a low voice.
They expected that Link is now half lying on the chair, and he is not in good health. If the opponent punches him like this, he will definitely not be able to dodge it.
However, the next moment, Alfan's fist was blocked.
Link raised his arm lightly, and grabbed Alfan's fist at once. His physical fitness is a level 11 legend. Facing such a level 7 archer who is not good at strength is like a big devil against a small Boy, it's not a level of strength at all.
He just squeezed his opponent's fist lightly, but Arfan felt his fist hit the steel, no matter how hard he tried, his fist remained motionless.
He immediately knew that he had met a master, but as a level 7 powerhouse, let alone a world-spanning person, he was also a respected figure on weekdays. At this time, he couldn't bear to beg for mercy no matter what.
Link didn't overdo it either. After grabbing his fist, he pushed it out with a little force, pushing Alfan straight four or five steps.
"Okay, archer, stay where you are, and don't bother me."
After Alfan stood still, his face turned red. He snatched the bow from the servant's hand, glanced at Link, and didn't have the face to stay in the tavern anymore, turned around and left bitterly.
Link still crossed his legs and ate fried green beans. After eating a few, he felt that the atmosphere in the tavern was not right. When he turned his head, the mercenaries all looked at him in shock.
It was quite refreshing to be looked at by this kind of gaze. Link was in a good mood immediately, and said with a smile: "Haha, everyone, keep talking, keep talking, don't look at me, otherwise I won't be unhappy!"
The mercenaries secretly swallowed their saliva, secretly remembering the No. 1 character in their hearts. They saw that Link didn't seem to be interested in talking to anyone, so they continued to chat, but everyone deliberately stayed away from Link. out of trouble.
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On the other side, after leaving the tavern, the archer Alfan kept his head down and walked all the way. He didn't slow down until he walked out of a block, but he still felt his face was burning hot.
This time I really lost my face.
He turned his head and looked around, wondering if he should find a hidden place to ambush, and when the damn guy came out of the tavern, he would shoot an arrow in his leg or stomach, and let him suffer a lot, and it would be better. This sulking breath.
But after much deliberation, Alfan still endured it: "Forget it, that guy is so good at such a young age, and he will definitely be even more powerful in the future." At that time, if I miss the shot, I will provoke the next big enemy instead, which is too uneconomical. '
However, this suffocation was held in his heart, and it was really uncomfortable. Alfan's face was blue, his brows drooped, his lips were tightly pursed, and he walked forward with his head down all the way. It was in a depressed state.
He was walking on the street when a familiar voice came from in front of him: "Hey, Hawkeye Alfan, it's you... It really is you, let me just say, the bounty of 3000 gold coins, Hawkeye will definitely not let it go! "
Eagle-eyed Alfan looked up, and saw a tired smiling face, beside this person was a flaxen-haired woman, and next to him was a middle-aged magician in a gray robe.
Seeing these three people, Alfan immediately said angrily: "I said, why am I so unlucky, it turns out that you three grave robbers are here, really unlucky."
Fankenos was not annoyed at being called a tomb robber. He smiled and said to Morgan who was beside him, "I bet, this guy must have been taught a lesson just now, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken so aggressively."
Morgan looked Alfan up and down, and smiled: "And it must be a very powerful master, there is no room for counterattack. Hawkeye, tell me that I guessed right?"
Priest Moya saw that Hawkeye's face was livid and was about to erupt, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "Alright, alright, even Lord Field dare not say that he is invincible in the world. Isn't it normal to meet someone who can't beat him. Alfan, we are friends after all, tell me who did you meet?"
Moya looks good, and her voice is soft. With such gentle persuasion, Hawkeye can't continue to lose his temper. He sat down on the edge of the flower bed by the street, let out a long breath, and said depressedly: "I just came out of rubbing my hands, There was a young man inside, who occupied a table by himself, with his feet still on the table. The tavern was already full of people, so I wanted him to let him out of the tavern. As a result, we exchanged hands, and I was taught by him to leave the tavern You said it was unlucky or not?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fankenos patted his thigh, laughed loudly, and said repeatedly: "Unlucky, really unlucky, you have lost your face now, hahahaha, hehehehe."
Seeing Alfan dripping water with a gloomy face, and about to turn his face, Mo Ya coquettishly said: "Okay, Fankenos, you are not capable, you go, you go and teach that young man a lesson."
"I'll go as I go. Isn't he just a young man, Alfan, I'll teach him a lesson for you!" Fankenos rolled up his sleeves and strode towards the Gearing Up Tavern.
Moya and Morgan also followed. Although Hawkeye was annoyed at Fan Kenos's taunt, they were good friends after all. They had cooperated several times before, and now the other party stood up for him, so he followed suit.
A group of people rushed towards the tavern aggressively.