Chapter 2: The 100th opponent

Although he was hit hard, Bardoren still hosted his childhood friends who had not seen him for more than two years as promised at the Vantry Hotel. However, compared to his high spirits when he first entered the city, the young guardian knight was no longer as interested as before. Although he still kept a cheerful smile in front of his old friends, when no one paid attention, he still seemed a little excited.

After finally sending away the guys who treated him as a sucker and politely declined the kindness of Sorom and Joshia's offer to send him off. Bardolian walked on the streets of Trantak, which was shrouded in the night. The lights at night were a little dim, but the dim lights just reflected his slightly lonely figure.

He no longer remembers how he walked out of the palace. Everything seemed to be in a dream. The moment he learned the news that hit him, all his energy seemed to be pulled away from his body at once, like a deflated ball. The original ambitions in his heart seemed to have become indifferent, or, it should be said that nothing matters.

I remember a great god who knows the flavors of life once joked like this: Life is like an electrocardiogram, if you want everything to be smooth and without ups and downs? - Unless you die.

Bardo is still alive now, so the road ahead of him is certainly impossible to be smooth sailing.

"Plop!"

"Crazy!"

"Next! Next! Next!"

"How many of these are you? Who is the next one?"

The noisy noise brought back his attention. When the young guardian knight came over, he realized that he had walked unknowingly to the door of a tattered and simple tavern.

Why am I here? Asking myself in confusion, Bardoren turned his head and looked around and realized that he had walked into a deserted alley.

He had no impression of how he got to this place. If it were Bardoren, he might have turned around and left this smoky place immediately without thinking. The noisy environment was incompatible with the education he had received before. As a qualified knight, indulgence is a sin, and self-discipline is an indispensable virtue.

But today's Bardolian is different. The small tavern is crowded with people. Although it is noisy, the sound is full of joy. All of this is something he has never noticed before. He himself didn't know why, but he was deeply infected by the noisy laughter. He pushed open the slightly dilapidated wooden door and walked in.

"The seventy-sixth one, next, next, who is the next challenger?"

As soon as I opened the door, the noisy noise became louder immediately, and a choking smoke formed by tobacco, sweat and smell mixed with alcohol and the greasy fragrance of various side dishes... A choking smoke formed by the mixed smell of various strange smells also came to my face.

Bardolian frowned, but his strong curiosity still made him insist on leaving without turning his head.

The tavern was not as dim as he thought. On the contrary, the orange lights sprinkled by the circle of guide lights around the wall filled the relatively narrow space.

A large group of people didn't know what they were doing, but the tables and chairs in many places in the pub were empty, and everyone gathered in the center of the pub lobby and shouted. Empty wine glasses rolling down randomly were everywhere, and new empty wine glasses were thrown out of the crowd from time to time...

"One more cup! One more cup!"

"One breath! One breath!"

Excited cheers came one after another in the crowd, and it felt like watching a game in the Central Arena.

Bardolian did not approach the excited guys, but sat down at a round table in the corner with no one.

"Young man, is it the first time I'm here? What do you want?"

The crowd of people who were hunching their heads and making noises did not notice him, and an old man with a big pipe in his mouth came to him and asked loudly.

It is impossible to tell how old the old man is. The old man's head is shiny and does not have a single hair, and his thick face is covered with gray beard. What is interesting is that the face that has become rough after the weather and frost is no longer visible on the left eye, and is replaced by a thick cross-shaped scar, which makes the face that already seemed a little ferocious even more ferocious.

"Is there any wine here?"

Bardolian had never seen anyone with such a fierce look. Although he had fought fiercely with many vicious bandits in the past, the appearance of those guys would be small if they were placed in front of this old man. No, they could even be called cute.

"liquor?"

Hearing this question, the old man opened his white teeth with his mouth. Although he knew that he was laughing, he made his already very fierce expression even more ferocious.

"If there is no wine in a tavern, is it still called a tavern?"

"Then... please give me the strongest wine!"

"The strongest wine?" The old man squirted out a sip of cigarette, looked at Bardo carefully for a while, but said nothing, just nodded and turned toward the bar. After a while, he held a thick big wine barrel and put it on his table with a "bump"...

"Old Ricci! Soon! No more wine! Get twenty barrels!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd was screaming with a rude face, and the sound was like a rooster in heat pulling his neck and calling there.

"Twenty barrels? You little bastards! Are you planning to dry up all my life? Will you not be able to take out wine to give you my urine after opening tomorrow?"

The one-eyed old man had no sense of serving the industry personnel at all. He opened his mouth to his customers and started cursing.

"Don't do this! Old Ricci! This guy Alluca will never give up if he doesn't work for a hundred people today! At worst, we'll help you get some wine tomorrow!"

"Bah!" the old man spat fiercely, "Help me go and run? When did you bastards get full of horse pee and not have you been in bed for a day? You can open your eyes tomorrow, so I, Old Ricci, will dig out the other eye!"

"Hahahaha, it's okay! I'm responsible for this!" A burly old man with gray hair separated the crowd and walked out of the crowd. He was holding a young man's collar in his hand. Why did he carry it? Well! Looking at the young man's smell of alcohol, his eyes were straight, and his hands and feet were limp, he knew that this guy had almost finished drinking.

"Old guy! Are you not a little angry?" Old Rich immediately grinned when he saw the old man, showing a smile that seemed to be eating people. "Do you know how much stock those guys killed me tonight?"

"It's not much, only two hundred and thirty-two barrels of Taro Bran."

"Then look at how many 232 barrels can I have in this small place? By next month, I will have no place to find so many high-quality Toron Brans. Can you?"

"Hahahaha, to be honest, I really can't do this!" The old man with white hair and beard smiled heartily, then raised his hand and raised the young man in his hand to Old Ricci, "But this kid can!"

The young man who was waving off the ground and was hilariously hilarious in the air, shaking his head, "Old... Old Richie, right? No... I said it! You... you are so many... Doro Bran... don't have any energy... hiccup..."

"Haoh?"

The words of a young man who looked like a sinful cat made the one-eyed old man happy. He drank this way, but he still felt that the alcohol was not strong enough?

"Ming...Ming..." The young man touched his body, tried several times before finding the correct entrance to the pocket of his clothes, took out a small wine pot the size of a palm, and then wiped the other hand on his face for a long time. It seemed that he had finally found the location of his mouth and took another mouthful, "We... let's get you a ton of Erguotou..."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Bardolian frowned very unhappily, but said nothing. Although the guy in front of him who had just laughed out loud was very rude, he really had nothing to worry about such a drunkard.

The weird young man in front of him had already pointed at his nose and smiled for a long time.

"What's so funny?"

But patience has its limit. The young guardian knight was in a bad mood today. If he was treated rudely like this, he would not be a normal person.

"...hiccup..." The weird guy burped and squirted a strong smell of alcohol, "...you...you...you...you...you're...you're...the first time you're here?"

"So what?"

Bardo turned his head and the crazy people in his sight were still clamoring for cheering. Although the scene was very unbearable to him, it was much better than facing this guy sitting in front of him.

"Is it not funny to drink... in this place... and still so gentle...?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

The young guardian knight glared at him fiercely, wiped the wooden wine glass gently with the silk squid in his hand, and then poured a layer of strong Torobran lightly...

"This... is so sissy... hard, no wonder... is dumped by a woman..."

"What did you say?"

The weird guy's words hit Bardolian's pain in his heart, and he grabbed the other person's collar.

"Ah? No...no?...I...I just talk about it casually...Am I right?"

The young man with drunk eyes looked funny.

"How do you know?" Bardolian's hand trembled slightly. Anyone who could see his own thoughts at a glance would probably be like him, right?

"Just kidding!...everyone with...and eyes can see it."

The young man slapped Bardolian's hand away from his collar, "Like, like, like you... the guys who drink like this... are all guys with status... one, usually nothing is upset... and how could he come to such a place?"

"This kind of place?"

"You, you... don't you know?" The young man shook his head and swayed for a few times. "Here... this is the Rangers Association, the bar... often come here, and only those Rangers..."

“…I just want to drink.”

"Rare, let's do it!" The young man grinned and poured a glass full of Bardolian's wine glass, "As soon as you enter the door, that face is so bitter that it's about to drip out of water... The root is simply a slant, it's clear to say... "I'm broken up in love"..."

"...It has nothing to do with you." The young man's words reminded Bardolian of the sad thing again, and he held up the wine glass in a daze, subconsciously poured the full glass of strong Toro Bran wine in one breath.

"I know, I know...what are those guys doing?"

He pointed to the excited crowd. Although he was so drunk that he couldn't find where his mouth was, it seemed that the drunk cat's consciousness was still relatively clear.

"...I don't know." Bardolian glanced at him and said lightly.

"Well, that Alluka today must... have to drink a hundred people."

Compared to the noisy crowd just now, there were many fewer people. On the contrary, a group of big men lay on the floor.

A bear soldier with his round belly and his red eyes shakingly picked up a wine barrel with another big man in front of him...

"Drink one hundred people? Why?"

Needless to say, Bardolian also knew which one was Alluca, but he didn't understand why this guy was so desperate.

"Then, what's more?" Young *** exhaled a sip of alcohol, but it seemed that his consciousness became clearer and clearer. "That's the test he, his beloved woman, put forward."

"Ah? The test?"

Those powerful beasts of Kongwu had this custom of courtship, but this kind of test was unheard of.

"Then, that guy...had failed once. But, look, it seems that even if he fails this time, he will not give up." As he said that, the strange young man turned his head, "But, you seem to have given up."

"Different." Bardolian lowered his head, "I am different from him. My beloved woman is already engaged."

"So, so you gave up?" the weird young man sneered in a sarcastic voice, "She, isn't she not yet married yet? You, are you cowards like this?"

Although I don’t know what “coward” means, the obvious contemptuous attitude in the other party’s tone deeply stimulated the young guardian knight.

"You don't know! You don't know anything!" Bardolian thrust the wine glass in his hand heavily on the round table. Because of the stimulation of alcohol, he became excited.

"I, I don't know." said the strange young man leisurely, "I don't know what you are worried about, but, if you really like that woman... hiccup... you should fight for it like a man, instead of pitying yourself and drinking."

"Bang!"

The two people fighting for the wine were just a matter of winning or losing at this time. The bear warrior was shaking, but he didn't fall down. His opponent was already lying on the table and was confused about the personnel.

"Go... hiccup..." The strange young man glanced at the pale-faced Bardoren with drunken eyes, "Go... go... be Alluca's, the 100th opponent, prove that... you are still a man."
Chapter completed!