The Amazing Journey of the Knight of the Ring

"Well, is she so attractive? I heard you have a wife."

"Stop joking, I'm on business."

Ralph took out a few talismans and handed them to Ibiruai.

"The eight fingers seem to be related to some monsters. The evil spirits of those monsters may be attached to their weapons. These things are very targeted to evil spirits and can detect the reaction of evil spirits and defend against attacks. I believe they can help you."

"Is that so? It's an interesting technique that I haven't seen before. I'll tell her."

Ibiruai picked up the talisman, looked at it, and nodded.

[793.Chapter 42 The astonishing old man]

"Mr. Yang, where are you going next?"

After leaving the hotel, Climb asked Ralph.

"I'm going back to prepare for the next battle. Eight Fingers has several bases in the capital. If you're not ready, you'll be out of luck."

"Yes, I also plan to go back and prepare accordingly."

"Well, see you then."

Ralph and Clem separated.

Although Ralph's residence is very close to the palace, compared to Clem who lives in the palace, the destination is always different, so the two are separated here.

Climb looked at Ralph who was leaving, recalled the face of Princess Lana, and made up his mind in his heart that he must perform well in this operation to eliminate the Eight Fingers and solve Princess Lana's troubles.

For the people of the kingdom, Princess Lana is a treasure, but it tends to be a symbol, while for Climb, Lana is someone he will protect all his life.

While thinking so, Climb walked towards the palace.

However, just as he reached the end of the street, there was a loud noise in the distance.

Coming out of there can't be said to be a sound of anger or laughter, and the sound of beating at something.From the crowd, I could hear the voice of someone who might die, so call a better soldier.

In an instant, Climb clearly understood what was going on.

It is not uncommon in the capital, and some low-level adventurers or gangsters often make trouble in public.

This seems to be the case now.

But at this moment, a faint cry of pain entered his ears.After Climb's identification, the voice was very immature and should be a child.

In an instant, Climb made up his mind and planned to take care of this matter.

However, just before he acted, someone stood up faster than him.

"excuse me."

He only heard this sentence, and the voice was very calm.

Immediately afterwards, Climb saw an exaggerated scene. An old man broke into the crowd with the gesture of inserting a needle, aiming at the center of the crowd.

Since the old man seemed to slide in through the gap in front of him, it could be said to be a strange movement, and it was the object of surprise and fear for people, and the body of the person who was passed by the old man from behind was stiff.

Then, there was shouting from the crowd.

"What are you doing, old man!"

"It feels a little noisy."

"Do you want to suffer too?"

It was only then that Climb tried his best to squeeze through the crowd to the center, and then he saw a few guys dressed as gangsters surrounded the well-dressed old man.Because of this, things that have been kicked before can finally be confirmed.is a boy.Lying on his side, although not sure if it was from the nose or mouth, but bleeding.

A strong smell of alcohol came from the gangsters' bodies and mouths.And the flushed face that wasn't caused by exercise.

Obviously, this is a bunch of drunken troublemakers.

Climb frowned and looked at the old man in the crowd with some worry. Although the old man showed extraordinary movement skills, he was still worried about what would happen to the old man in the face of the siege of several people.

Thinking of this, Climb decided to step forward to help.

But the next scene made Climb's eyes widen.

"You bastard!"

The man who seemed to be the leader blushed, clenched his fists - and fell.

Surprised sounds can be heard everywhere.Of course, so can the remaining four.

Climb could barely see that what the old man was doing was simple.He punched his chin with his fist—at a speed that was just barely recognizable by human eyes—and caused his brain to shake at a high speed, causing the opponent to faint.

"Are you still coming?"

An old man talking quietly.

This calmness and strength shocked the men in front of them. Their alcoholism disappeared, they apologised to the old man tremblingly, and then ran away without looking back.

Seeing this, Climb hurried forward, opened a bottle of potion, and poured the potion on the boy.Although the healing potion is considered to be a drinking tool, it is not a problem even if it falls down.Magic is such a great thing.As if absorbed by the skin, the solution entered the boy's body.The boy's complexion gradually recovered.

Climb nodded as if reassuring.

The onlookers looked puzzled—a bottle of magic potion costs at least one gold coin. There is no doubt that this is a huge sum of money for a boy on the ground. Why would he use such a precious thing to save a civilian?

But Climb doesn't care about this. Collecting taxes from the people should protect and maintain the peace of the people. Since this has not been possible, at least this should be done.