Chapter 15 15. Tavern melee
Lightning deep in the clouds tore through the 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 salted peas.
Mr. Fast fastened the button on his chest that he never buttoned and picked up his umbrella.
“I’ll go out and 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 closed, and the three little guys looked at the hazy and determined back. Passed by the window and disappeared into the rain curtain.
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.
What 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 was as good-humored as she seemed to have experienced similar scenes frequently, “You can Wait for him to come back.”
“We’ll destroy the tavern if he’s not there!”
Bang!
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 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 eager to help others and hates evil. If you are in trouble, he will help you after knowing it. If If you destroy his property, you may be targeted by the town and an elite warrior."
Annan pointed to the door with his hand behind his back, indicating that he should hurry up and escape. Do you want to defeat a group of bad guys with them?
I can only hope that Martin understands.
"Smash!"
The scarred man suddenly shouted in response to Annan.
The thugs spread out like hyenas, smashing and destroying the tavern.
"He just left not long ago, in that direction, it's too late for you to chase him out!"
Annan's shouts were drowned in the sound 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 it, 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 It’s expensive and tastes bad! Use it harder!”
A thug rushed at Martin, and Martin received a few blows. It soon 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.
"Trash!"
The scarred man stepped towards Martin. Annan grabbed the wooden chair and tried to stop him. Suddenly, he was hugged from behind by a thug, and his rough palms were tied around his mouth.
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——
Crack!
Just like the chairs in movies are always as fragile as porcelain, this wooden chair that guests complained about several times completely fell apart, and the man with scars 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, 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. "Yeah!!!"
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!"
Trust and tacit understanding Jean Martin kicked the wooden table in front of him without hesitation and screamed.
“Kick me!”
After the words fell, Martin bumped into him, causing the thug and Annan to 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.
Pop!
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.
“One more time!”
Pop!
The second thug slid down the counter. Annan nodded to Evelin, whose cheeks were flushed, and looked towards the hall -
The pub was still in chaos, surrounded by thugs shouting for smashing, and Martin climbed on the wine table and jumped Jump around.
As the shadows swayed, Annan saw the customers 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 towards the guests. When a thug blocked him, he pointed at Martin and shouted, "One of our own...he is going to escape!"
While the thug turned his head, At this moment, 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 that 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 gap between the wooden boards and decided to end this farce:
"All temptations end here."
An oil lamp lit up , revealing the figures above the attic: Fast, the Gray Robe Mage, 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 lord of Breeze City, he was too lazy 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.
The next step is 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 had a bruised nose and face, 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, what 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.
(End of this chapter)