book of old days

Chapter 58 Just have a drink

Sean and Ragnar fought two more times, without exception, each time Sean beat each other 'easily'.

At least it looks like this on the surface, but Sean can feel that Ragnar is making rapid progress. He is a strong and sturdy young man, and he has obviously undergone years of training. He is definitely not what he said. 'Just play around' as you would expect.

The only thing Ragnar lacks is probably the actual combat experience. He has a very good understanding of combat. Every time Sean uses the 'big move' to defeat the opponent, in the next confrontation, Ragnar can use similar The moves may be lacking in details, but they are undoubtedly very close in general form.

Sean is not surprised. The combat skills used by the Nords are not unpredictable and complex movements.

The simpler the move is, the more effective it is. With thousands of times of tempering, it can be transformed into a killing technique. From this point of view, Ragnar is undoubtedly a genius, which is completely different from the experience he gained by cheating.

However, Sean himself has also made great progress. Not only has he fully mastered the use of these combat skills in the confrontation, but the way his muscles are exerted is also evolving towards a fighter rather than a fitness enthusiast.

With a bang, Ragnar was knocked to the ground again. This time, Sean hit a little harder. Ragnar fell to the ground and took a long time to get up.

Sean pretended to be concerned: "How about it, can I call a doctor for you?"

Ragnar glanced at him angrily, "I will defeat you."

Xiao En thought it might be true. With Ragnar's progress rate, the technical gap between the two would be evened out to the point of not far. However, the physical and strength gap between him and Ragnar , but it is difficult to level it in a short time, this guy is a beast, unless he can get some kind of strengthening, otherwise there is nothing to do.

Sean recalled the contents of that book, and he really thought of one.

Blood-draining beast, this thing can collect the blood of the source in the body. The blood of the source can not only treat diseases, heal wounds, and even regenerate broken limbs, it can also be used to strengthen muscles and bones, and strengthen the body.

It is simply a magical existence like a panacea. According to Medorian's description, 【This magical liquid can transform the body of the drinker according to the will of the drinker. As long as it is operated properly, it can even turn the drinker into a 'superman'. 】

The only problem is that this transformation is irreversible. Medorian conducted several bold experiments, and in the end the experimenters showed varying degrees of alienation, and fell into beast-like madness and bloodlust. In the end, he had to After 'handling' them, as for how to deal with them, Sean knew what was going on without guessing.

So Sean didn't intend to try it lightly.

But it doesn't matter, I can absorb more fire of memory, this Olaf is just an ordinary Nord Berserker, although he has experienced many battles, he is not the strongest, there must be someone stronger than him, said There may be legal professions, and then I will go directly to the magic route. No matter how strengthened Ragnar is, he will only be a physics fighter, so there is nothing to worry about.

Seeing that it was already noon, Ragnar proposed to have a drink together.

Originally, Sean was very wary of alcohol, but he was exhausted after fighting for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling a little hungry.

"All right, let's have a drink—just one."

When the two came to the tavern, there were fewer customers inside, but it was still quite lively.

A group of Nord men were drinking together. When they saw the two people walking in, they immediately cheered. A drunk man with hideous claw marks on his face raised his glass to Ragnar.

"Let us welcome together, Ragnar--Bearslayer--Great Wasteland Hunter--Virgin Conqueror--Lord of Nordforsen!"

Ragnar punched the drunk man, causing him to lie down directly under the table. Everyone calmed down immediately, all of them looked stunned, but Ragnar blew his fist, "Add 'beaten up! Scar Wilson's man'."

"Hahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Even the guy named Wilson laughed, ignoring the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Sean was a little speechless. The way these Nords communicate really made him a little uncomfortable.

A wine glass was stuffed into his hand.

A Nord man who looked as strong as a bear looked at him vaguely: "Brightonian—a friend? Or a stranger?"

Sean understood what he meant, raised his glass and drank it down.

This action caused a burst of cheers. Nord people's thinking is so simple. Those who drink together are friends. If it was changed in the past, Sean would probably turn around and leave when he encountered this situation, but today, he thinks it is appropriate. mix it up...

His empty wine glass was filled immediately, and Sean hesitated for a moment. He felt that the glass of wine just now had no taste, and he should be able to hold on...

Sean slowly woke up from the hangover, the first thing he felt was a splitting headache.

He touched his head, and his memory of what happened before was a little unclear. He drank a lot of wine, he remembered singing with someone, seemed to have a fight with someone, and by the way, he seemed to have kissed someone a bite...

Then he was fragmented, and those memories were all so vague that they were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell which ones happened in real life and which ones were dreams.

There was a sudden itching in his chest. When Xiao En lowered his head, he saw a head of pale golden hair, two snow-white arms exposed under a blanket, and a calf slipping out from under the blanket. The well-proportioned curves looked very attractive .

It was Agatha, Sean recognized the color of that hair at a glance, and now he somewhat remembered who he was kissing.

At this moment, he was somewhat embarrassed, not knowing whether to get up or continue to lie down.

Until Agatha groaned and raised her head slowly, her blue eyes were shining like water.

"Hey, good morning, stranger."

"Good morning, Agatha." Sean said, trying to look natural.

The woman didn't look at him, but instead put her face on his chest, as if she wanted to go back to sleep, but Xiao En felt the warmth of the woman's body and reacted, which made him a little embarrassed, and the woman felt it too. What, suddenly raised his head and looked at him narrowly.

Before he could explain anything, Agatha had already climbed onto his body like a cat...

Sean was a little embarrassed, but he enjoyed it more. Well, since it happened, it's better to let it happen.

(End of this chapter)