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Chapter 294 0293: Just in time

"Ah ha ha."

The owner of the butcher's restaurant wipes the stain on the leather case.

This old thing never seems to have been quite clean, before it was made into galley wear... the lining of some armor, a style often worn by sailors at sea in port today.

"I've seen more than you can imagine, child."

The boss sighed and pursed his lips.

He looked at the confused Ivan next to him, and felt pity in his heart: "When I was your age, I also lost a lot of things, and I paid a heavy price for my childishness and arrogance..."

"Oh, why are you telling me this?"

Ivan wanted to fight back.

He dislikes this so-called philosophy of people who have experienced it the most.

The views and opinions of the bystanders influenced his past life.

"Look at yourself, child."

The boss stood up, with a burly figure, like a wall in front of him. Although the muscles did not have a finely carved outline, the thick arms of the animal legs were enough to shock the kitchen workers with complicated backgrounds.

Ivan's throat surged, and his hostility disappeared.

"Look, you only listen to people at this time." The boss frowned as if he had seen through the essence of the junior in front of him. "It's okay if you're cowardly by nature. You can live a mediocre life...you can be considered happy in the northern border."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Ivan to stand up like a lamb.

The boss patted the sundries on Ivan's body, and continued:
"But I can see that there is fire in your eyes again. Abandon those hypocritical things on your surface, little Ivan, live bravely and be honest..."

He messes with Ivan's hair.

The rough thumb brushed the wound on the forehead, as if saying goodbye to the knife and ax that had been with him for a long time.

But what the boss saw in his eyes was his young self.

He stuffed the money bag into Ivan's arms, and before leaving, he kicked Ivan's buttocks, waved his hands in pain and said:
"Get out, don't come back."

The back door of the butcher's restaurant slammed shut, and the noise from the back kitchen could still be vaguely heard.

But the Dun wooden board with the lock bar is insurmountably hazy.

Ivan turned around, looked at the dark alley, and took his own steps.

He limped along while hiding the money in his arms.

The back kitchen of the Butcher Restaurant seemed to be the junction of two noisy areas, and the prosperity and chaos of Ambera Ice Harbor slowly beckoned to him.

Ivan mixed in with the crowd.

He felt he was the only one sober.

All the surrounding voices became nothingness, and only the woman named Roxani in my mind was the most real living thing.

"Where are you?"

At noon the next day.

Ivan sloppily solved the problem of eating. The food was cheap food that some mercenaries didn't bother to use to satisfy their hunger.

Some kind of sun-dried spoiled berry.

But really full.

The sons of the city of Elwe would not do such a thing.

He is Ivan now, a vagabond, a prisoner who has been robbed.

Ivan's thin figure was squatting in the shadows at the end of the alley, next to a stable with mules and wild boars snorting.

The smell was bad, but the warmth from the polo bird kept the cold at bay.

Ivan heard the boxers inside betting five times and six times, and it seemed that a very eye-catching newcomer had arrived.

As the magnification gets higher and higher, the thugs sent by the dealer become more and more powerful.

Unbearably curious, he tore off the tarpaulin to keep out the rain and took a look.

The fighters facing Lowndes were all stepping cautiously.

They seemed to be counting on this vain trick to stun the giant descendants.

"Come on, that's all it takes!"

Ranz patted his chest.

A bulky armor was sheathed on the horn cage stakes behind him, while outside the arena there were countless maddened spectators encouraging violence.

Ivan felt familiar, and after recalling it, he instantly remembered a person from southern Xinjiang.

"His entourage, as I remember, this giant is Ken Bouvier's subordinate in the refugee team!"

He gritted his teeth.

The matter of the Dewar tribe hastened the collapse of Ivan's reputation in Erwei.

The last thing Ivan can decide on his own is probably the pursuit of Ken, but now seeing this familiar face, his mood has become extremely complicated.

He watched Lowndes shake in the ring.

This kind of third-rate boxer uses terrible moves, and even often punches fake punches, not to mention Meng and Kuima... even Lorgar can easily knock them down!
Lowndes pretended to be retreating steadily, but he still didn't feel the pressure.

Before he got bored, he lifted his opponent's belt and threw the two clowns out of the seemingly ruthless fighting cage.

There were voices of disappointment one after another among the onlookers.

Ivan was fascinated.

He had seen marauders fight each other, and he knew the dirty tricks of underground boxers and port bounty criminals from the descriptions of the butcher's restaurant clerk.

Lowndes is strong.

It is much stronger than that of the Dua tribe.

Ivan tore open the damage and got in with his short stature. He used all his money to bet on Langz.

After several games in a row, they all made money.

Ivan did it very covertly, cowardly and humble, pretending to be in the hands of those bold retail investors, lowering the sense of existence...

Lanz on the scene attracted everyone's attention.

But Ivan focused his attention on the outside spectators - there were two guys dressed as mercenaries.

Among them, the man with the long-handled knife is also Ken's subordinate, and the other strong man with his chest open and booing with wine...

no impression.

The two are also betting on Lowndes.

With the giant's winning streak, the odds were gradually lowered, and the owner of the boxing ring became more and more unhappy. In the end, he simply canceled all the fighters arranged in the shop.

Lanz looked at the empty horn cage with a regretful expression.

The bar owner came out to cheer the audience.

He still has people to perform at night.

There is no profit in broad daylight. If all the underground boxers are injured, it will delay serious business.

The cage is still open, as a wild field.

The store will no longer appoint opponents, but the audience can come up to challenge and compete, and they can also bet, but in this case of winning streak...

I'm afraid no one will get into trouble with Lowndes.

Holding the money bag, Ivan began to restrain himself, and basically made almost the same amount of money. If he continued to do it, he would be targeted.

It will be troublesome if you can't leave by then.

Lowndes looked around.

He seems to have just finished warming up.

Kulun Bona's blood is a little bit warmer, which is the time to fight high!
Whoa!

There was a shaking sound from the dueling cage.

The burly challenger clamped the cage with one hand, and even pinched the metal mixed with copper and iron until it deformed, as if he was provoking the winner in the middle of the field.

"Am I good enough? Big guy."

He began to undress his armor.

The high-quality armor is matte and dull, but exudes a high-end forging atmosphere, but the matching is very confusing...

The styles are not uniform.

It's all made up of east and west.

Ivan's heart suddenly throbbed.

He didn't dare to scream, he stuffed his hand into his mouth and bit the blood, slowly bent over and shrank into the audience's cover, like a frightened rabbit looking for a bush to hide.

　Thanks for the reward from the boss of "Ah, people are not months old", okay~
　　The weather is really cold recently, book lovers, don’t catch a cold, you should wear more clothes, don’t ask me why...the clothes I brought before the business trip are not enough at all, I’m freezing like a fool.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)