The Emerald Tower

No one knows the news and rumors in the town better than Huck. In fact, Huck is not a person who likes to listen to all kinds of news, but as the owner of "Snow Bear House", he is not at all You need to listen to any news. As long as you stand behind the bar, the drinkers who talk in the lobby will tell him everything.

　　Including the news of the young people in front of me.

　　 Of course, Huck would never believe those people's words-he basically listened to them as a joke, something like the illegitimate son of a baron, a knight of the Central Knights, etc.

　　 is a joke to Huck.

　　 The only thing he believes a little is the heir of a certain nobleman, or... illegitimate children.

　　 After all, only in this way can the other party meet the identity of appearing here.

However, Huck had no choice but to doubt his speculations just now because of the sparkling and flint fighting, especially when he saw the uniform of the Central Knights stained with mud, his suspicion became a fact—compared to Huck, a native of Utilling, who once had a'Knight's Baptism', is undoubtedly quite knowledgeable. Although the'Knight's Baptism' failed, it did not prevent him from meeting some big people.

　　 He clearly remembered that the captain of the Central Knights was wearing a similar uniform at the time.

　　 really from the Central Knights? !

　　 Huck thought with surprise in his heart, and at the same time seeing Dean walking towards him, the innkeeper also took two steps forward and said with his unique boldness: "Thank you for your help!"

　　 "Don't be thankful-they also have me in their goals, I just clean up some enemies for myself!"

Dean waved his hand and pointed to the other two corpses dragged by his subordinates. When Huck saw the wounds in the throats of the two corpses, he subconsciously looked at the one not far from his feet. The wound of the corpse was also in the throat, and the wound was not deep or shallow, but it was enough to kill in one blow.

Undoubtedly, this is a good hand with a sword-someone who only knows how to fight with brute force, that is just a beginner. The real barriers to entry are people who know how to distribute their power reasonably, and will not use more or less. a little.

　　Similarly, Huck reached this level, only after his right arm was cut off.

However, it is precisely because of this understanding that Huck will look more squarely at the young man in front of him-because he knows how difficult it is to achieve this level. Many knights who have undergone the'knight baptism' cannot achieve a similar level. , For example, the leader of Potts.

　　 When he thinks of Potts, Huck Ben's gratitude to Dean is another point.

Looking at the respectful gazes of those boys, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not a self-satisfied and timid guy. Coupled with that pretty good sword skills, Huck couldn't help but smile. , Because he knew that the Fecharen Knights had an extra good leader.

　　 Therefore, Huck directly sent out his invitation——

　　 "Although you are only cleaning up your enemies, it is true that you have helped me-so I think you should go to my hotel and clean up... It is not proper etiquette to go to see Lord Baron in the mud!"

"my pleasure!"

　　 And Dean, who had thoughts about Huck, would naturally not refuse.

Inside the hotel, as Dean and Huck entered, the businessmen who were still in shock finally breathed a sigh of relief—at least, the appearance of these two people, especially the appearance of the latter, was enough to prove their safety, although Usually they don't really like to get along with this grumpy innkeeper, but now they are willing to be close to the innkeeper.

　　 "You guys, continue to drink the bar, those guys have already been dealt with!"

Huck looked at the businessmen who hesitated to come over, and couldn't help waving his hand-he didn't have the time to pay attention to these guys now, because he saw the young man's right arm, which was a little unnatural; obviously In the previous battle, the young man was not unscathed.

　　 But what's weird about this. The other party suddenly attacked and was aided by a crossbow. Even he was almost killed, let alone a young man.

　　 "Come with me, I have wound medicine and bandages here!"

　　 Huck expressed his friendliness.

Dean did not refuse to follow behind, and entered Huck’s room-it was a small room with a large bed that could fit Huck’s whole body, and a closet outside, which would belong to it. The weapon rack and armor rack are the most conspicuous.

　　 On the weapon rack, a double-edged battle axe was placed there.

　　 armor is added, a set of half-length armor is placed neatly.

　　 Both were rubbed very brightly, and the owner's frequent wiping and maintenance can be seen.

　　 "That was my old weapon and armor!"

Huck took out the bandage and wound medicine from the lower part of the closet. He saw how Dean was looking, and he not only said slightly lonely; however, the next moment, he laughed and patted his waist with his left hand. Longsword: "However, I still have combat effectiveness now!"

　　 "Well, when those guys dealt with me, they only sent two people, but here are four people-and I just caused the riot in the first place, you are the real target!"

　　 Dean nodded and took the bandage and wound medicine.

　　 "But in the end, those guys were killed by you and your people, which shows that they underestimated you too much...Do you need me to deal with your uniform?"

　　 Huck showed his boldness again.

"Grateful!"

　　 Dean responded with the reservedness of the nobility. Even though he wanted to behave more naturally, he had to continue to pretend to be himself for future plans.

　　 After taking off his uniform, a wound of about four inches on his right arm appeared there. It was not very wide, but blood had been seen and it looked deep.

　　 In fact, Dean was very careful about what he gave himself. The wound just looked a little deep, but it was actually not a big deal at all.

　　 That's right, this is what Dean did for himself.

　　 As for why?

　　 Of course it was for the position of the leader of the Fecharen Knights.

However, it is definitely not to pretend to be pitiful and to win sympathy, he just needs a time, a time to quickly improve his strength, so that he can reach the real'knight strength'; after all, the leader of any knight group needs at least a knight. This is recognized by everyone.

Although there is no express clause, Dean definitely does not want this to be an excuse for others to attack him—and, Dean can imagine, many people around the Baron Tyre would be happy to see this; not because What kind of entanglement in interests is just because of pure gloating.

　　 This is the despicable part of human nature, Dean has already learned.

The bandage was divided into two parts according to a triangular fixing method, which was interspersed on the left and right to cover the wound which was smeared with wound medicine. This is a common dressing method in the army. When he was in the Central Knights, Dean specially studied it. , And then “consolidate” review” on the battlefield countless times.

　　 The bandage was soft but never slack on the wound on his right arm. Dean used his left hand and teeth to cooperate, just like after countless battles.

　　 When the wound was completely covered, Dean only used his left hand to draw a neat knot.

　　 [Acquisition: Bandage Lv1]

　　 When the bandage knot appeared, a prompt appeared on Dean's character panel-under the empty general skill column, the skill [Bagging Lv1] appeared there.

Dean was slightly startled-according to his experience, general skills are not restricted by occupational levels, which means that they can be quickly improved with experience, but each general skill requires a long period of practice before it can appear and be systematic Admit it; at least, in his memory, the original appearance of [Bagage Lv1], he bandaged himself or his comrades no less than 300 times.

but now……

　　 "It seems that I should fully understand the difference between the current system and the memory!"

　　 Dean frowned slightly and groaned thinly.

　　 After all~www.readwn.com~ If [Bagging Lv1] appeared, then [Pharmacy Making Lv1] should also appear; after all, he could mix those paralysis potions more than once before.

　　 Then, Dean seemed to have noticed something different.

　　 Before, when he was bandaging, he seemed to have entered a certain state-silence in the bandage after numerous injuries!

　　 "Maybe..."

　　 A guess came straight to Dean's heart, and such a guess made him excited again.

　　Because, if this guess is correct, then he will increase his strength at a faster rate-or, more accurately, say ‘recover’.

　　 Of course, this requires countless experiments.

　　 And obviously, now is not the time—

Huck took the simply treated uniform and opened the door and walked in. The mud on the uniform has been washed away, and it has been dried. However, there is no more time for ironing, and it looks a little wrinkled. Baba, and Huck looked a little embarrassed with such crumpled clothes.

　　 After all, he knew what they were going to do in a while, and what consequences would be caused by wearing such a uniform.

　　 "Should we change another one? I might have..."

　　 "Our body type...maybe you recognize a tailor who can finish cutting in ten minutes?"

　　 Dean made a gesture of both sides.

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