A strange world

Lightning ripped deep in the clouds on a rainy night, and the rain curtain formed by the eaves isolated the inside and outside of the tavern.

There were almost no customers in the tavern - just one drunken guest leaning against a corner table piled high with wine glasses and a plate of salty peas.

Mr. Fast fastened the button on his breast which he never buttoned, and took up his umbrella.

"I'm going out. I'll leave the tavern to you tonight."

"Should we close the shop if there are no customers?" Evelin asked.

Fast paused, picked up the oil lamp and walked to the door: "No, wait until I come back."

The door was closed, and the three little guys watched the hazy and determined figure pass by the window and disappear into the rain.

Just when Annan returned to the counter, the door was suddenly violently knocked open, and seven or eight uninvited guests holding sticks and howling wind and rain poured into the tavern.

Such a coincidence?

Annan looked at the group of vicious figures that broke in just after Mr. Fast left.

"Where is that bastard!"

"Mr. Fast has gone out and will not come back for a while." Evelin said calmly, as if she had experienced similar scenes frequently, "You can wait for him to come back."

"If he wasn't there we would smash up the tavern!"

boom!

The leader, who had scars from the bridge of his nose to the corner of his mouth, smashed the wooden stick on the counter. The loud bang made Evelin tremble, and her eyes became misty.

Evelin was just a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old and was frightened by this scene. Soruman Bronzebeard was not in the tavern. Martin also thought they looked ferocious like quails, and as for the guest in the corner, he seemed to think it was a hallucination caused by drinking too much.

Annan, who aspires to become a mage, can only stand up like a warrior: "Mr. Fast is an elite warrior who is enthusiastic about helping others and hates evil. If you are in trouble, he will help you when he knows. If you smash his Industry, then there is a possibility that the town and an elite warrior will target you.”

Annan pointed at the door with his hand behind his back, indicating that he should hurry up and escape soon. Do you want to defeat a group of bad guys with them?

One can only hope that Martin understands.

"Smash!"

In response to Annan, the scarred man suddenly shouted loudly.

The thugs spread out like hyenas, smashing and destroying the tavern.

"He just left not long ago. It's still too late for you to chase him in that direction!"

Annan's shouts were drowned in the sounds of destruction and the shouts of the scarred man: "Smash this place! Take these three people back!"

The guests in the corner stared at the scene in front of them with their mouths open.

"Damn, I drank too much again..."

He couldn't help but pour a sip of wine into his mouth, and then cheered loudly: "Smash it hard! The wine here is expensive and terrible! Use harder!"

One of the thugs rushed toward Martin, who received several blows. It quickly turned into a fight, and it didn't take long for him to gain the upper hand.

"Boss! Help!" The thug who was beaten out of breath called for help.

"waste!"

The scarred man stepped towards Martin. Annan grabbed the wooden chair and tried to stop him. Suddenly, a thug hugged him from behind and choked his mouth with his rough hands.

Annan opened his mouth and bit down hard. The rainwater on his mouth prevented him from biting his dirty hands. The thug screamed and pushed him away. Annan used the push to jump forward, grabbed the wooden chair, and smashed it on the scarred man's back——

Snapped!

Just like chairs in movies are always as fragile as porcelain, this wooden chair, which guests had complained about several times, completely fell apart, and the man with the scar staggered and bumped into Martin.

Just as Annan was about to take the opportunity to attack, he was hugged from behind by another thug.

On the other side, the scarred man and Martin collided face to face, and even saw his own face and the fallen "scar" reflected in his eyes. Martin rubbed his eyes blankly, and the scarred man hurriedly stretched out his hand to put the "scar" back on. The fist that had just been attached quickly enlarged in front of his eyes.

"Ouch——"

There was a muffled bang, and the scarred man knelt down and howled in pain while covering his crooked nose. The thug holding Annan was subconsciously stunned. Annan took the opportunity to struggle hard, and the two of them spun around the hall as if dancing.

"ah!!!"

Evelin's scream suddenly came from behind the counter. , a thug lay on the counter, stretched out his hand to pull Evelin, who was huddled in front of the wine cabinet.

Annan wanted to go over to help, but was hugged tightly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Martin, who had thrown away the scarred man, was behind him, and hurriedly shouted: "Martin, kick!"

The trust and tacit understanding made Martin kick the wooden table in front of him without hesitation and let out a scream.

"kick me!"

After the words fell, Martin buried his head and bumped into him, making the thug and Annan rush to the counter together, and formed a sandwich with the thug in front of the counter.

Evelin behind the counter stopped screaming, grabbed the thick wine bottle in the wine cabinet, and smashed it on the back of the head of the thug lying on the counter.

Snapped!

The fainted thug slid to the floor. Annan took advantage of the other thug's daze and turned over suddenly, squeezing the thug behind him on the counter.

"Do it again!"

Snapped!

The second thug slid down the counter, Annan nodded towards Evelin, whose cheeks were flushed, and looked towards the hall——

The tavern was still in chaos, surrounded by thugs shouting for smashing, and Martin climbed on the wine table and jumped around.

As the shadows flickered, Annan saw the guests sitting in the corner excitedly shouting that they were going to smash it, and suddenly realized that he was the mastermind behind it.

Annan took off his apron and rushed toward the guests. When a thug blocked him, he pointed at Martin and shouted, "One of our own...he wants to escape!"

When the thug turned his head, he grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it down, causing the thug to fall to the ground.

"Hey! You! You violated the Knight's Creed!" The drunken guest pointed at Annan and shouted.

Annan imitated Martin by stepping on the table, dodged an oncoming thug, rushed in front of the guest, picked up his collar, and restrained him.

"stop!"

The shouts echoed, the chaotic fighting stopped, and the leader and the thugs looked at Annan at the same time.

"If you don't stop, I will..." Annan encountered a word he didn't know, so he had to bite the bullet and say the pun: "...'solve' your boss!"

After a few seconds of silence, one of the thugs suddenly excitedly grabbed a stick and swung it at Martin vigorously.

at the same time.

A pair of eyes peering into the hall from the attic moved from the cracks in the boards and decided to end this farce:

"All temptation ends here."

An oil lamp lit up, revealing the figures in the attic: Fast, the Gray Wizard, Soruman Bronzebeard, the Bard, and even the Wine Lady.

Fast felt sorry for the broken wine, the broken wooden chairs, and the medical expenses that needed to be compensated... He regretted that he should not have brought his suspicions to Pinglin Town.

As for whether Annan was the missing new city lord of Breeze City, he didn't bother to care. But that shouldn't be the case... No nobleman would make himself so embarrassed, especially an ancient family whose ancestors had been rich for generations. They value reputation more than anything else.

Next comes the hero’s appearance. Fast walked back to the main entrance and used his acting skills, which the bard rated as "above average", to fight off the thugs.

Annan and Evelin, who were unharmed, and Martin, who was bruised and swollen, stood together with a smile of victory on their faces.

This is Annan's first battle in another world.

It’s not pretty, but it’s a win.

As for Fast and his friends, all they gained from their efforts was a bunch of tables and chairs that needed to be repaired and replaced, and a lot of wine lost.

And that customer will probably never come to the pub again.