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Chapter 449 0448: Respect to live
Ken led the mercenary army back in triumph.

The news of their return, and of Hawser's presence, spread, and those who watched the situation were relieved.

Mr. Maharu's rules are also deeply baked into everyone's hearts.

In the team, there were those who fished in troubled waters, and those who were timid, and those who failed to meet the standards were politely persuaded to leave. After seeing Ken's ability to know people and command, they didn't try to argue or fight.

He has sharp eyes and fair rewards and punishments.

This precious leadership quality is already scarce.

After Ken passed through the dome, he felt several prying eyes, scouts from various tribes in the northern border, spies from the kingdoms in the southern border, mysterious travelers from the southern border...

He rode calmly on the wolf, his burnt mask hanging beside his saddle.

Ken waved his hand to dismiss the entourage. It was originally a temporary conquest group, and there was no obligation to set up a camp. Instead, the brave men of the North needed Kuima and Valery to settle down.

Wei Zang returned to the ruins in the mist space, and Selina was still waiting for her report.

Ken returned the wolf to the followers, and then began to plan the fragment of the proverb given by Roxani.

The opponent is a taboo mage who can threaten the entire continent, but what exactly is this kind of person giving?
Ken couldn't figure out the reason for Roxani's mercy, but what Selena said inadvertently several times made him have a very absurd guess in his heart.

Roxani knew herself, and Ken Bouvier before the wasteland woke.

"Whoo~"

He frowned and let out a deep breath.

so horrible.

Ken caught a glimpse of a very lively hotel next to it, the lower floor was reinforced with stones, the alley was deep, and there was an independent back kitchen and an alleyway for selling goods, which was convenient for employers and bosses to do some dirty transactions in the corner .

This kind of place has a residence suitable for rest, as well as a bar and a boxing ring where you can get drunk.

Without even thinking about it, Ken turned and pushed the door open and walked in.

He pushed aside the thick windshield blanket, and pushed open the Zhe wood door with an iron roof, and the warm charcoal fire at the door dispelled the chill outside.

All the sounds of clinking glasses in the room, shouting, shouting and molesting the waitress, the gamblers spitting around the ring to encourage and abuse their betting partners...

All quiet.

He is like a plague god, or rather, a boulder that blocks a river.

Those noises were extinguished at the moment when this face was illuminated by the yellow cobalt lamp, yes, extinguished, to the extent that the sound was instantly extinguished.

Long before Ken passed by this street, there were waiters who greeted the door running in and said that Lord Maharu was outside, and some curious guys even went upstairs to find a place to peek.

He is currently the most discussed person in Red Maple Heights.

Tavern thugs and returning mercenaries described him as a god. The legends were all exaggerated at the beginning, and finally settled down in various researches and clear records.

Huntresses and fortune-tellers with colorful totems. The tables are piled with cards and curses.

The movement of their hands stopped and they watched Ken walk down the aisle intently.

The Canglang man who played the wind instrument pouted without shaking his mouth, and the breath in his lungs slipped away from his lips, carrying the saliva in the instrument without even noticing it.

The rich men in southern Xinjiang took off their tall hats, and the noble ladies looked at this place from the gold-rimmed compartment.

"He looks so young."

"It turned out to be an ordinary human. I thought it was a mixed blood, or a little bit of inheritance by the bank of Laiguchuan."

"Didn't it say it was a half-wolf monster? I didn't see the fur."

"Oh, it is indeed handsome, even better than imagined."

"How much price do you think he is willing to accept?"

……

Ken forced himself to shut down his keen hearing.

He was wearing a blood-stained and scorched inner liner, and he carried the damaged armor in his hand. He was tightly wrapped in the back buckle in the morning and evening, and two brass carvings jingled between his waist and crotch.

The sound echoes through the tavern, like a haunted sculpture gallery, with stiff ornaments watching you.

Ken walked to the bar dedicated to bartenders.

As soon as he changed direction, the tavern owner kicked the most skillful waiter into the bar, and the strong men who were bragging and accosting were looking at the pair of boots on the floor while taking money from their pockets.

Gold with mud, coins from the Kingdom of Southern Border, badges of meritorious service stained with blood...

The inside of the bar was filled with valuables in the blink of an eye.

Those men who spend a lot of money have a clear purpose-no matter what Mr. Maharu orders next, even the most beloved female dancer around him, he has to rush to buy the list.

Crash.

Ken placed the pouch he carried with him on the knife mark on the table.

The waiter timidly put away the things, and he didn't have the guts to open them up to count them, and he didn't dare to presumptuously accept other people's advance payments. If Mr. Maharu owes someone a favor accidentally, I'm afraid there will be a lot of troubles in the future.

"I want a glass of the strongest wine you have here."

Ken showed a kind smile, which made the people watching the excitement even more excited.

The waiter shook his arms, stretched the part of the liner that was strangled, and then took a short deep breath and began to prepare with things. Under the dazzling movements were all kinds of rare and precious materials.

The flying knuckles and the splitting and contracting juice in the air caught the eye.

The waiter finished the performance in a regular manner, and then steadily pushed the liquid in the small glass to the adult, who nodded tactfully and stepped back to the periphery of the lights.

He has been in this business for a long time, so he is very clear that the audience is not here to see him.

Ken didn't remember too many wine names. The first time he looked at the list in the tavern was when he found Arthur's teacher, Mr. Vochel, in the tavern of the Dewar Tribe.

He has seen the consequences of this thing falling into the stomach of ordinary people.

Ken held the wine glass over his head, and then shook his other fingers to the side. The inside of the tavern erupted instantly, and all kinds of messy glasses were lifted above his head...

"Serve the wine, serve the wine, pour it up!"

"Oh beast, save some for me."

……

The strong men laughed and cursed, scrambling to respond to his courtesy.

Ken laughed presumptuously, and then pointed his finger at another table. No matter how far away they were, the people there poured wine in response, and the warriors or hunters waved their knives or returned their salutes.

The guests far away in the box also raised their glasses with smiles.

"Come on, respect—"

Ken's smile was a bit vicissitudes, but his melancholy and steady tone was about to fully interpret the ruffian handsomeness. The wilderness chicks and noble ladies could not resist this kind of teasing. Several people tore off the hem of their clothes and fanned them inside.

He paused, raised his head with a smile and said, "Live alive, gentlemen, live well!"

(End of this chapter)