The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 460 Troubles in the Tavern!

"Boss, have a glass of rum." A soft, soft voice sounded, like a fairy sound waking up a sleeping person, bringing the stunned young mercenary and old Michael back to reality. They looked at each other, Unexpectedly, they found that the bodies of the two were completely soaked at this moment, as if they had been watered all over their bodies.

"A glass of rum, fifteen copper coins." Inside the bar, the boss filled a glass of yellow-orange rum and put it on the bar.

"En..." The black-robed man responded, a hand, a white, slender, woman-like hand stretched out from the black magic robe, and threw out a gold coin.

Just as the boss was about to take the silver coins, he felt that a glass of rum had already been taken away by the black-robed man, and then the black-robed man's voice sounded in his ears: "No more change."

"Ah...so...so...thank you...thank you..." The boss looked at a gold coin in his hand, he felt a little unbelievable, is it really a gold coin?
He bit it with his teeth, and looked again, it really was a gold coin, shining golden.

The boss excitedly kissed the gold coin. This gold coin would require him to sell tens of thousands of cups of rum to earn it. This is just one cup, so how could he not be excited.

Unfortunately, at this moment, there was a sound of heavy footsteps outside the dilapidated tavern.

Then came the 'booming' sound of impact.

'Clang...' The dilapidated door of the tavern was directly pushed down to the ground, this poor door was directly broken...

The boss was still holding a gold coin in his hand, his face changed from excitement to excitement, and now it was depressed and fearful.

The door was kicked down, and the sound in the originally lively tavern was suddenly extinguished. A large number of mercenaries raised their heads, wanting to see who was so daring to destroy here.

Old Mike and the young mercenary didn't care about this, they just thought it was too scary to sit here, they wanted to leave, but when they just got up, a huge force forced them back seat.

Before the two of them raised their heads, they felt that the earmolds were about to be destroyed by the shock, and a rough voice said, "Hey... why are you bunch of trash coming to this broken tavern again?"

"Lord Nahum Amman..." Old Mike raised his head, his face was full of fear, and he read slowly.

The guy named Nahum Amman is a thick and tall swordsman. He is about 2 meters tall and wears a soft armor. The two thick arms exposed show strong muscles. His weapon is a A two-handed giant sword, this giant sword is now carried behind his back, no wonder every step he takes is as loud as an earthquake, but he is showing his yellow teeth at the moment, looking at Old Mike with contempt and said : "Hey, old Mike, you old dog, you still know me?"

"Lord Nahum Amman..." the owner of the tavern said tremblingly.

"Boss, I have notified your tavern three days ago. Our warrior mercenary group wants this land. If you procrastinate until now and open it, are you not giving our warrior mercenary group any face?" Em Aman let go of Old Mike, and came to the bar in three steps and two steps, staring at a pair of bull's eyes, panting heavily.

"No...no...no...Master Nahum Amman, this tavern was opened by the villain's grandfather...The villain really can't leave..." The boss was asked by Nahum Amman , He was so frightened that tears flowed down, he waved his hand and said.

Because of his excitement, he was still holding the gold coin that the man in black gave him.

The golden light brightened Nahum Amman's eyes, and he smiled greedily and said, "Boss, do you want to use this gold coin as the rental fee for these three days? Haha... Well, I will accept it. "

As soon as he finished speaking, his giant hand was already reaching for the boss's gold coin.

"No...no..." The boss burst into tears, and he backed away in fright, trembling.

"Old dog, don't want me to give you face, shameless!" Nahum Oman was obviously angry. He saw the boss backing away, and his giant hand didn't get the gold coin, so he roared immediately.

Nahum Amman's voice was so loud that many tableware in the tavern trembled.

In this dilapidated tavern, dozens of mercenaries were collectively silent, and they dared not speak.

Not because of the strength of Nahum Oman, but because of the strength of the Warrior Mercenary Group.

Although this Nahum Oman is currently only a black iron swordsman, he has a B-rank mercenary regiment behind him, and this alone deters the mercenaries who were still a little eager to move.

You know, the B-level mercenary group is not something that ordinary small mercenaries can provoke.

Turning his head and looking at the silent mercenaries around, Nahum Aman was obviously very proud, and he shouted: "A bunch of broken taverns with rubbish, old dog, hurry up and hand over the gold coins to me, or else, I'll give you my money!" Set fire to your kennel."

These words offended everyone present, but Nahum Oman was not afraid at all, he knew his own strength, and the people here could deal with him, but after he was dealt with, the strength behind him, the warrior The mercenary group will not let the bully rest.

That's why he can be very arrogant here.

"Lord Nahum Amman, no... don't do this..." The boss was obviously frightened, he moved forward slowly, and slowly stretched out the gold coin with fear and reluctance on his face.

Nahum Amman's face was full of greed, and he shouted loudly: "Hurry up and take it..."

Just when the gold coin was about to be taken by Nahum Amman, suddenly, a soft voice sounded: "Gold coins are not for dogs..."

The soft voice immediately stunned the greedy Nahum Amman, and his flushed cheeks instantly turned green, then purple, and then black...

Really changed face!

Nahum Amman was obviously fuming with anger. He turned around and snarled fiercely: "Who? Who said that just now?"

"Whose dog is barking again?" The soft voice still sounded.

This time, Nahum Amman relied on the voice to find the owner of the voice.

This is a person covered in a black magic robe. He is sitting at a table in the corner drinking wine. Due to the dim light and the big black hat covering his face, Nahum Amman can see I don't know what he looks like.

But right now, Nahum Aman was furious. With red eyes, he rushed to the black-robed man like a bull that was thoroughly stimulated, and shouted, "Did you bastard say that?"

"Dogs shouldn't go into taverns..." Only a faint voice answered him, and the man in black didn't even lift his head.

"You... wow... I'm going to kill you, chop you into pieces and feed them to the dogs..." Nahum Amman was really angry this time, he roared, and punched you hard He threw it fiercely at the man in black.

Everyone in the tavern, including the owner, was sweating from fear, because at such a close distance, the man in black robe was obviously a magician, and he would definitely die if he was punched twice by a black iron swordsman.

But old Mike and the young mercenary knew that Nahum Amman was going to be unlucky. As for why Nahum Aman would be unlucky?It only took a second to turn from outside the door to the front of the bar. What speed is this?

Could Nahum Amman kill him?

Sure enough, after a loud bang, there was a loud bang.

Everyone felt that their eyes went dark, and a large black figure in the shape of a man was quickly thrown out of the tavern, and fell on the ground outside with a heavy sound.

Taking a breath, the mercenaries saw that the man in black was still drinking the wine on the table, and where was Nahum Aman?
Could it be that the figure that flew out just now was Nahum Amman?

Immediately all the mercenaries were discussing, how powerful is this man in black robe?In just a split second, Nahum Amman, a big black iron swordsman, was thrown out?
Is this some new type of magic?

(End of this chapter)