"Haha, this fool thought he was a noble? Dueling, are you qualified to have a duel?" The scarred man spat on the ground with disdain.

"I'm sorry, but you can beat him here. As long as you don't use weapons, you can fight anyway. Of course, the loser is responsible for compensation for the losses." The bartender was stunned at first, and then said with a smile.

The bartender was stunned by Ande's words just now, but he had seen too many people and soon found out from Ande's a little embarrassed look that this person should not know the rules, rather than deliberately pretending.

"Uh, okay." Ander pulled the dagger out of his waist and placed it on the bar, turned his head and walked towards the scar-faced man.

"Tsk tsk tsk - Looking at his method of playing copper coins, I thought he was not a rookie, but he turned out to be a rookie. Such an expensive weapon was thrown on the bar?" On the other side of the bar, two female adventurers in enchanting clothes muttered.

With Ande's current wealth and status, although he just took out a short sword and there was no decoration on the hilt of the sword, he didn't like to add fragments to his weapons. The short sword itself is also a high-quality weapon.

"Who would win?" asked the blue-haired female adventurer.

"Of course it's the rookie who wins." The yellow-haired female adventurer confirmed without hesitation: "Scarface is a little stronger. I don't know which young master this rookie is from. It must be without lack of martial arts training - and don't you think the rookie's walking posture is very handsome?"

Whether Ande's walking posture is handsome or not has different answers in everyone's eyes.

For example, Scarface, not only does he not think that Ender's walking posture is any handsome, but also feels particularly awkward.

It was obvious that the other party was walking straight towards him so ordinary without any movement, but he felt like he could not breathe anyway. His heart was beating violently, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

He wanted to stand up, but his legs were weak and unable to exert force;

I want to raise a wooden cup the size of a human head to resist, but my usually strong arms cannot exert any force.

This was like a replica of the deepest nightmare he was a child.

Loneliness, weak and helpless, he faced the huge shadow gradually shrouded in the dark alone.

"Ah————————” Scarface screamed wildly, and finally woke up from the powerless nightmare.

But the next moment, Scar's scalp tightened, and his five fingers clasped his head like iron claws. The terrible power made him irresistible.

‘Dong--’

Scarface's face face was facing down, slapped heavily on the table, making a sound that made people wonder if his nose was intact.

Of course, Scarface himself doesn't have to worry about this problem for the time being - he has fainted.

Ander let go of Scarface's head, looked at his right hand, and wiped the clothes of Scarface's disgusting Scarface. He grabbed Scarface's head just now and inevitably wiped out a hand.

These days, even aristocratic women who love beauty do not take baths every day. Rude adventurers can take baths every ten or half a month, even if they pay attention to personal cleaning.

When Ander returned to the bar to sit down, there was a lot of discussion behind him.

"Has Scar turned into an idiot? He couldn't even resist it?"

A big man sitting next to Scarface looked at Ender's back and asked another adventurer at the same tablemate.

"Ha, who knows, my brain is getting watered? Anyway, I'm very happy to see this bastard Scar get beaten up." Another big man smiled and even picked up the wine glass for it: "For Scar!"

"For the Scar--" Several big men smiled and picked up their wine glasses.

Scar fell beside them. These great men not only had no intention of sharing the same hatred of the enemy, but were rather gloating.

In fact, unless you pay a task and receive a bounty, most adventure groups will not wait together in the bar. It is normal to leave only one person to pay attention to the task release in the bar - wine also requires money.

Therefore, although these people were sitting on the same table, they were actually competitors from different adventure groups or mercenary groups.

It would be fine if Scar just took advantage of it, but for everyone to eat the same bowl of rice, someone would help.

But this guy is foul-mouthed and curses others when he goes out and dies in the wild. Adventurers and mercenaries care about this kind of thing, and being beaten for this is nothing - of course you have to beat him.

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Ander just now did not release the unique pressure of legendary creatures. He simply did not consciously or unconsciously, and made targeted fine-tuning of his walking posture based on the rhythm of the qi and blood in Scar's face.

This targeted fine-tuning has a very small amplitude, and it was not even intended by Ender.

The poor Scarface was almost suppressed with a targeted moment of thought. In just a few short steps, Scarface's main consciousness did not know, but the subconscious mind had already sensed something wrong.

His body's source of force at extremely subtle points, from exerting force - being warned by the subconscious mind - and then being warned by the subconscious mind. This vicious cycle has been carried out hundreds of times throughout his body.

Not to mention that he is just a third-level warrior, even a junior professional who condenses energy and can't withstand such repeated setbacks.

Only those who are middle-level or above who have formed a master of the energy cycle in the body and have some perceptions of the body and outside the body, can they know the other party’s targeted suppression in these steps.

"Hey, you're awesome!" The bartender raised his thumb and flattered him slightly.

Of course, the general public can see that Ende's move is not something he can see. However, everyone can see the scene of him walking over and pressing the scar on the table.

"Ha, this is nothing. By the way, do you have a pilgrimage to Edett here?" Ender picked up the ale that he had not finished and took a sip, and then asked.

"Are you going to St. Eddite?" Before the bartender could answer, a female voice spoke from the side.

"Well, I want to go out for a while while I am young, but I don't have much money and plan to travel while being a mercenary." Ender said indifferently.

"Our Blood Rose Mercenary Group is just about to go to Molek City. If you want to go to St. Eddit, you can go with us. If you perform well, we won't accept men."

Yellow hair, most of the time, is called blonde. The blonde mercenary girl has a hard face with a bit of coolness. She put her face next to Ande and said, while looking up and down at Ande's face with an aggressive gaze.

Ende's current image is a young sword and shield warrior. Although he is a little ugly, his appearance still exceeds the average level of "handsome" in the eyes of ordinary people. His body evolved to Ende's realm, and even if he was originally an ugly ghost, his appearance would become perfect.

"This lady is Ailena, the deputy leader of the Blood Rose Mercenary Group. The Blood Rose Mercenary Group is famous in Boante City and mainly runs the Lily to get the business route of Saint Edette." Ailena has a great face here, so the bartender gives assists at the right time.

The war has ended for many years, but under the policy of Lily Flower Leadership, female strong men from several nearby countries gathered in a large number of women. Therefore, many women-oriented chambers of commerce, adventure groups, mercenary groups, etc. were produced in Lily Flower Leadership.

These groups dominated by women often have stronger combat power and centripetal force than men - they stayed in their hometown and got married with just a few tricks, who would come out to make a fortune?

Of course, these female groups do not recruit male members, but are relatively more picky.

"Can I ask when to set off?" Ender thought for a while and asked.

After a bad experience of grabbing and hand oil just now, Ender felt that joining a female mercenary group that peeked at her "beautiful" to experience life should be better than joining a group of stinking men.

"If it's fast, we'll leave in three days. But before that, we have a small task to complete - this is also a test for you." Elena turned the glass of wine in her hand, drank the red wine in the glass, and said with a smile.

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The Blood Rose Mercenary Group is a large compound mercenary group with two squadrons (that is, two hundred people), and its headquarters is in Bo'ante City.

As a large mercenary group dominated by women, it is actually very cautious to include newcomers. Not only must there be personnel guarantees and recommendations, but also needs to be assessed before formally entering.

They even have their own training newcomers and corresponding internal promotion mechanisms, and not all cats and dogs can join.

However, this inclusion standard will be relatively relaxed for the soldiers brought out of the blood tide.

The warriors brought out by the Blood Tide are famously abide by the rules and have strong combat power. The war has been over for a full fifteen years. Every year, there are countless soldiers who want to join the Blood Tide Army and receive a lifelong iron rice bowl.

However, the Blood Tide Army has only 50,000 personnel, and one retired person recruits one person. The assessment is extremely strict. Not only must one be born in a innocent family, but also must be tested for martial arts. In addition, discipline and basic cultural courses must be tested. Many boys whose elders are born in the Blood Tide Army cannot get into the exam.

If these boys cannot join the Blood Tide Army and are unwilling to be mediocre (they are often not the eldest sons and cannot inherit the family business), they will leave the Blood Tide Leader and make a fortune in the world. Lily Flower Leader is the first stop for these young people to go out.

These boys who were brought up by blood tides are generally from a good family background, can be equipped with weapons and armor, educated, abide by discipline and fight, and are the choices for many lily-led mercenaries/marshals to get married.

People like Ande who have brand new martial arts, good martial arts skills, and can also know words, but show the nature of a rookie in many details appeared in Bo'ante City at the junction of Lily Flower Collar and Blood Tide Collar, which is very consistent with this image of leaving home and tide Collar.

That's why Ailena took the initiative to recruit him, otherwise, why can anyone enter such a large mercenary group?

"You live here first. There will be a task of destroying goblins tomorrow. If you pass the test, we will consider accepting you as the peripheral member of Blood Rose." Eilena pointed to the bed in the dormitory and asked Ander to go in and rest.

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The next day, a team of six mercenaries took a carriage to a village thirty miles outside Bo'ante City.

Abbey's country was destroyed for only fifteen years, and its population decreased significantly, so many villages were abandoned.

The village was rebuilt six years ago to grow crops such as grain for the increasingly prosperous city of Bo'ante.

Recently, villagers here have discovered traces of goblin activities, which has caused everyone's uneasiness.

Because the fields have been abandoned for many years, in addition to some of the fields that have been reclaimed, the denseness of the woods not far from the farmland is almost as dense as that of the forest.

In such a complex environment, it is obviously not realistic to dispatch regular troops in Bo'ante City to wipe out a small number of goblins;

So the manager of Boante City spent some money and had a task in the Adventurer Guild. Asking a few skilled adventurers to clean up the goblins is a cost-effective choice.

The long-distance carriage bumped all the way and finally arrived at the destination around 3 pm.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the village, and everyone walked off the carriage. A middle-aged man was already waiting at the entrance of the village with two farmers.

"Is it the village chief Robert? I am Mulin from Blood Rose." The blue-haired female archer greeted her and introduced herself.

"Ms. Mulin, thank you for coming to support, but are you fewer?" Village Chief Robert was not tall, but his shoulders were wide and thick back, his arms were thick, he was wearing a somewhat worn leather armor, and a knife was inserted on his belt.

"Please rest assured, we, Blood Rose, will not joke about our own lives." Mulin said seriously.

"Then do you want to have a rest?"

"No need, we are not tired all the way to the carriage. It is better to solve the problem early, otherwise it will be even more troublesome if it is late." Mulin smiled and said.

"Okay, I'll take you here--we found the goblins where we found it was not far outside the village, and there were more than one." Robert obviously just made a polite decision.

In the farmland in June, the wheat was lush and green, and it had grown to the height of human thighs.

"Look, here, here and here, there are at least fifteen goblins." Robert said seriously.

The land of the farmland is soft. If you push away the wheat, you can clearly see a messy small footprint in the farmland.

One or two goblins cannot pose any threat to farmers who farm in the land, but fifteen goblins are already a relatively powerful force. If there are wooden guns and iron tools, they can already threaten the lives of four or five farmers.

"Thank you, Village Chief Robert, it's enough for you to bring us here, and the rest will be left to us." Mulin bent down and observed carefully, then stood up and said with a smile.

"Please be careful, goblins are very cunning. They sometimes set traps in the woods." Robert reminded a few of his concern: "If it's too late, please come to the village. I have prepared accommodation and hot water for you."

"Thanks."

Although the Blood Rose Mercenary Group is famous, there are too few people coming this time, and there are only one middle-aged shield and axe warrior who looks quite reliable, while the others are either women or too young.

However, since he took on a lot of things, he couldn't say anything.

When Robert left, Mullin issued an order.

"Jasmine."

"No problem, leave it to me."

Jasmine was a vibrant young girl. She whistled, and two hunting dogs ran out from behind her, waving their tails and happily circled around her feet.

"Liut, Frane, find them!" Jasmine said, pointing at the footprints.
Chapter completed!