The first time that Britz met the Warden of Soullock Thresh, it was also in the "Chivalrous Tenderness" tavern opened by Ezreal.
That afternoon, Jiawen and Xin Zhao went to Summoner’s Canyon to fight wild monsters to practice. Galen persevered to give Katerina the Nth love letter. The barbarian King Teddamer accompanied his wife Ashe to go shopping, Sword Saint Yi In which deep mountain and old forest, the master is still practising his Wuji.
The partners were busy with their own affairs, leaving the lonely Britz sitting in a daze in the tavern to pass the time.
The shopkeeper in front of the bar didn't know how many times he looked at the account book for this month, frowning at the deficit in the account book.
Rui Wen, the barmaid on the side, was struggling with the bunny uniform she was forced to wear by the master shopkeeper.
Just as Britz was so bored, a whistling roar came from outside the door, breaking the quiet atmosphere in the bar.
Ruiwen in the tavern reacted fastest, her eyes that were still entangled instantly became extremely fierce and shot out the door—
Then Ezreal raised his head subconsciously when he heard the movement.
In the end, it was Britz who was relieved from the daze by this whistling whistling and turned his head silly to follow the prestige.
Where the three people's eyes fell, a chain sickle exuding a ghostly spirit shot in from the door like a ghost, and one of them was nailed to the wooden bar counter.
Then the chain tightened suddenly.
The next moment, a demon figure wrapped in a faint green glow drifted silently into the tavern along the chain, and sat firmly on the high wooden chair in front of the bar.
Until this moment, the three people in the tavern could see the appearance of the visitor clearly.
The tall and thin body is hidden under a black and green coat, and the part exposed outside of the coat reveals a weird green flame. A vicious face shrouded in the darkness that can’t distinguish the five senses, is lined with a constantly burning and escaping face. The faint green flame exudes a strange death breath that no stranger should enter.
But here is the continent of Valoran, are there any weird creatures
I want to scare someone with a green flame, Brand is more authentic than you!
He lowered his head and looked at a gap in the wooden bar with the sharp sickle nailed by the sharp sickle. The shopkeeper was brewing his emotions and preparing to go out of rage—
"Ding ding ding ding ding—"
There was a clear and sweet sound of gold coins falling endlessly.
"This, this is—"
Ezreal's gaze was immediately attracted by the dazzling pile of gold coins that fell on the bar in the hands of the strange visitor in front of him with a strange green flame, and he couldn't move away.
Uncontrollably stretched out his hand and pulled a handful of gold coins in front of him. The shopkeeper who had calculated the amount of gold coins couldn't help but swallowed. When he raised his head again, his eyes were already shining:
"Great customer!—"
The expression on his face instantly changed from an ugly face that was about to run away to a warm and sincere smile. The shopkeeper spoke in an almost flattering tone:
"Dear guest, what would you like to order?"
Immediately added another sentence: "Although this tavern looks small, it has everything you need to drink, drink, and eat!"
The strange visitor wrapped in the green flame slowly raised his head, a pair of strange green glowing eyes looked at Ezreal in front of him, and then slowly spoke:
"Give me a... fresh soul."
The voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the Desperate Nine Nethers.
"Fresh soul?" After hearing the words, the master shopkeeper was stunned, and then he seemed to understand something, "Oh oh, customer, do you want a cup of'soul wailing'? Okay, I'll help you adjust it right away! Go there and sit there for a while—" Then he turned his head and yelled at the only waitress in the tavern:
"Riwen, Ruiwen! What else are you stunned! Quickly call this respected... By the way, this guest hasn't asked me how to call it?"
"Hammer stone."
Throwing down the two words in a low tone, the strange and strange guest named Thresh stood up, and Ruiwen, who greeted him in a panic, led him down to a wooden table and sat down.
Ping-
Following the sound of a hard object touching the wooden table, Thresh, who sat down, placed a lantern on the table that he had been holding with his left hand.
It was no different from the weird aura exuded by the master, and the shining green light was also permeating outward from this lantern.
Ruiwen on the side couldn't help but get goosebumps, frowning and leaving hurriedly.
As if turning a blind eye to the repulsive behavior of the waitress in the tavern, Thresh sitting at the wooden table intently fiddled with the lantern in front of him with the palm of the same green flame. And with each of his flicks, the green glow in the lantern was always on and off, as if countless souls were imprisoned and howling of despair.
"The shopkeeper is really... Seeing the money is too open, such customers are willing to entertain..."
Ruiwen, who was far away from the wooden table where Thresh was located and standing in front of the bar with a pair of round and slender black silk legs, couldn't help but whispered to her own shopkeeper.
At this moment, her gaze noticed that Britz, who had been sitting in a daze on another wooden table not far away, suddenly stood up and walked towards the table where Thresh was swaying.
Ruiwen hurriedly stepped on a pair of high-heeled shoes and walked forward to stop the latter, frowning and asking in a low voice:
"Abu, you're not in a daze, what are you doing?"
Britz scratched his head, pointed his hand at the Thresh that was still playing with the lantern not far away, and said, "I want to...talk to him...chat..."
"Look for that guy to chat?" Ruiwen's beautiful and charming face was filled with incredibleness: "Abu, are you not charging today? That guy is more ghastly than Fedetek, obviously not a good person. —" Then she kindly advised Britz: "If you are really bored, I will accompany you to Summoner's Canyon to practice after the tavern gets off work. It will be fine to stay with that kind of guy..."
Britz touched his round iron head again, and faced Ruiwen's kind advice, it rarely insisted on his own opinion: "It's okay, I'll just... look for him... ask some... things..."
"Abu, you—" Ruiwen wanted to persuade again, but in the end she shook her head helplessly: "It's really an iron-skinned head, why don't you listen to it... Oh forget it, go over, remember to be careful and pay attention..."
"Um...good!" Britz nodded, and then continued to walk towards Thresh.
Thresh, who was playing with the lantern in front of him, suddenly heard a silly voice:
"Hello... my name is... Britz, may I... sit here...?"
Thresh raised his head, with a faint green glow in his eyes, looking at the uninvited robot in front of him, then stretched out his hand and patted the tabletop:
"Please sit down."
The voice was still low and hoarse.
"thanks!"
Britz thanked him happily and sat down on the chair opposite Thresh.
After sitting down, it couldn't wait to speak:
"Thresh...just now...that sickle...is your...skill, right?"
Thresh glanced at Britz:
"Um."
Britz got a confirmation reply even more excited: "My...Mechanical Flying Claw...and your...Scythe skills...are very similar!"
As if to prove what he said, it raised its metal right arm at Thresh: "Look—"
The next moment, the mechanical flying claw swished and shot out, hitting an empty wine bottle on the wooden bar not far away and grabbed it back.
"Awesome... right?" Britz shook the empty wine bottle to Thresh.
The latter nodded slightly, looking indifferently noncommittal.
"Then you...can...use...your skills again...use me...show it to me?"
Britz looked expectantly at Thresh sitting across from him.
The latter fiddled with the lantern on the table again, and was about to answer, but as if perceiving some danger, he stood up suddenly, and the green flames burning quietly all over his body suddenly burst.
"Robot, next time I have a chance, I will show you my'death sentence' again—"
After holding down such a sentence, Thresh lifted the lantern on the table with his left hand, and took the sharp sickle with his right hand and rotated it twice, slamming it out.
With a loud bang, the wooden wall of the tavern was hit directly into a big hole as high as one person.
Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of Britz, the perpetrator strode away through the hole.
The next moment, there was a "bang" from the main entrance of the pub, and the small wooden sliding door was kicked unceremoniously by a slender jade leg wearing knee-high high-heeled leather boots.
"The wicked guardian of the soul lock! Miss Ben announced that you have been arrested—"
Accompanied by a domineering drink, a pretty and pretty figure flashed into the tavern.