I, the retired legend, were forced to go ashore

They clinked glasses, drained the last drop of ale, and sipped the sides.

Then he got up and said goodbye to several other regular customers, and walked towards the port with each other shoulder to shoulder.

During this process, Brando and the young man drank one sip after another, showing different expressions of satisfaction. ,

Occasionally looking at each other, I found that the eyes of the other party were full of pain.

Gradually, the two developed a sympathy for each other because of the fake wine.

With the sound of small footsteps, Triss walked down the stairs.

"The little princess is here."

"Good evening, little Triss."

The guests greeted Triss with different names one after another, and the red-haired girl also generously called out the names of the guests one by one.

"Why are you writing homework so slowly today?"

Seeing her adopted daughter come down, Ada can finally sit behind the counter and rest for a while.

Triss scratched her head:

"Mr. Ren, who taught the senior swordsmanship class today, suddenly came to me and said that he wanted to tutor me in swordsmanship, and demonstrated a sword move, and asked me to find out a few ways to crack this sword move after I got home."

She looked very puzzled, not knowing what trouble she was getting into.

"Well, a small question," Ada waved her hand: "Why don't you ask me?"

"Well, I want to try my best."

Trissy returned a bright smile, and ran to the back kitchen: "I'm going to wash the dishes, and Grandpa Shuxin will come soon."

The young man who was competing with Brando on who could drink slowly raised his head, his eyes lit up.

Hearing the familiar name, he suddenly had the idea of ​​survival.

10. Hussein Sunburn, Son of the Kingdom

Time passed, and the tavern quickly disappeared.

When the last regular customer was leaving, he glanced strangely at the strange young man and wealthy businessman Brando who was still sitting at the table.

Triss had already been taken care of by her adoptive mother, and carefully pressed against the wall, bypassing the young man, and locked the door of the tavern.

Ada walked slowly to the side of the young man, and the hand that was made from scratch flashed with thunder.

"Let's go to the backyard and have a good talk, shall we?"

There were crackling sounds in the air, and her momentum was gradually increasing.

"No, no, you can't kill me!"

The young man frantically took out a ring from his pocket and showed it to the outside: "I am Hussein Sunburn, a branch of the Sunburn family, Viscount!"

He revealed his usual identity when he was walking outside.

The title is not high, but placed on him at a young age, it is enough to shock most people; the name of the Sunburn family can also be the strongest backer.

Although Ada is so lazy that she doesn't go out on the street except to buy goods, she runs a tavern after all, and she can often hear this surname from the mouths of customers.

"Marshal Sunburn?"

She muttered something, her eyes moved away from the young man's face that had regained her confidence, and she looked at Brando:

"Can you handle it?"

The killer touched his chin and thought for a while, then nodded slowly:

"Branch words are fine, as long as you have to help."

If the girl could use her superb sneaking skills to break into her mansion like nothing, and transport the corpse to the dung picker's hut, then he could guarantee that this little nobleman would disappear.

He was even able to create false tracks of the youth's activities in several other places in White Harbor to mislead investigators.

The Dark Brotherhood is trusted because of their profession.

Seeing Brando nodding, Ada patted the young man's shoulder with his hand.

Immediately, the muscles on half of his body began to tremble, and the chair he was sitting on also smelled of burning.

"Don't, don't! I say, I'm telling the truth!"

Hussein raised his still-movable hand and shook it back and forth, the corners of his mouth twitching, barely uttering a word.

He didn't understand why at this time, the two people in front of him could even clean up the body of the Viscount in an understatement, so they must be members of a gray organization with great powers.

What is this person most afraid of?Identity exposed!

So he hastened to prove his innocence:

"I'm not a secret agent! I'm the grandson of Marshal Sunburn, and my fiancée is Princess Messiah!"

He threw two heavy bombs one after another, scaring away the scary woman's electric hand from his shoulder.

After getting out of trouble, Hussein gasped twice, and continued to tell the truth:

"Today, I wanted to rescue my friend Ryan in the ring, but I accidentally saw you helping me, Miss. I was very curious, so I followed here to explore."

He originally intended to discover a hidden talent for the country, but he didn't expect to fall directly into the den of thieves.

Ada also felt tricky.

She didn't pay attention to who the grandson of the Marshal was, but she knew that the current ruler of the Sword Lordship had only one offspring.

That is Messiah.

If what the young man said is true, wouldn't he have a strong inheritance right against the Sword Lord after marrying the little princess?

Damn, I've provoked a big shot again.

Ada rolled her eyes and thought about it. There are still four countries on the mainland that can still live on their own, and the number is not much.

Brando conjured a dagger out of nowhere, and walked towards Hussein holding it instead.

"I have to kill him so that I can buy time for my evacuation."

The fat man took a deep look at Ada, nodded slightly with his left hand on his chest, and said in a court tone different from Mandarin:

"May the shadow always fall upon you, my friend, stay dark, and hope we shall see each other again in the future."

This is a way of speaking specially developed by dignitaries and dignitaries in order to promote the difference between themselves and ordinary people.

The calmness of the tone is completely different from that of normal people. The beginning of each sentence will start with a vibrato, and the end will be embellished with tongue curling.

To Ada, this falls into the category of being able to understand, but not speaking at all.

She felt intellectually insulted.

"Who the hell is your friend, get lost." Ada greeted Triss: "Let's go, Xiao Te, pack your things, and run away."

"Oh……"

Triss was about to walk over, but the door was suddenly opened, and a tall figure stood outside the door impressively.

The archdruid Treeheart, dressed in green fabric, holds a staff with a bright green light blooming from the tip of the staff.

"Triss, come here!"

Ada lowered her voice.Who knows if this seemingly simple and honest druid will take his daughter as a hostage.

The little red-haired girl obediently ran to stand behind her adoptive mother.

"I don't want to leave here, Mom..."

Triss said in a low voice.

She has lived in this city as long as she can remember, and she knows every neighborhood by name; she also has good friends at school; she likes to hear stories from guests telling faraway places.

I also imagined that when I grow up, I join a certain team to embark on a magnificent adventure, leaving my own name on the mainland like my mother.

But not now.

"It's not something we can decide now."

Ada protects the girl tightly behind her, uses her palm as a knife, and points to the heart of the tree:

"You don't want to be my enemy, druid."

Lightning flashed, and a lightsaber made of lightning extended from Ada's arm.

The continuous shrieks of lightning pushing each other sounded from the ear drums of everyone, and the strange smell of oxygen being electrolyzed also spread in the air.

"I can't allow anyone to disturb my peaceful life now. This matter has nothing to do with you, Druid, go back and bury this secret in your heart."

Ada delivered a tangible threat.

Arch Druid Tree Heart looked at the young man who had stood up, expecting to look at him, and paused his staff to the ground:

"Hussein is the next successor appointed by His Majesty. Even if I lose my life, I will stop your actions."

Wisps of light were shining, and thin branches grew from the wooden floor, surrounding the Druid.

But Hussein, who thought he would be safe when the heart of the tree came, began to despair again at this time.

Even the Archdruid can only issue the threat of 'Desperately', how strong is this tavern proprietress named Ada?

And Brando quietly hid in the corner of the tavern, looking in surprise at the lightsaber made of lightning in Ada's hand, and his evaluation of her was once again raised in his heart.

What kind of sword master is this? This is a legend!

It's really worth it to spend so much money to bribe her!

In other words, legends that can be bought only by money are too rare!

Article 11. Agreements for Settlement of Disputes

Electricity overflowed in the airtight tavern, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

"Wait, I have a way, I have a way to resolve the conflict, and we can all be happy in the end!"

Hussain touched the sweat on his forehead, boldly rushed to the middle of the confrontation.

"Your Highness, step aside, it's dangerous!"

The heart of the tree took a step forward, the staff fell to the ground, and dense vines began to form a wall around Hussein's body.

"Ah."

Ada chuckled, and without any movement, the vines began to turn yellow and wither.

And Hussein's hair also stood upright and floated upwards.

Muscles also began to twitch without warning.

"Release Your Highness!"

The heart of the tree moved forward again, and the staff directly broke through the floor and plunged into the ground.

The thick green flashed away, and the ground of the tavern began to tremble slightly.

The lights flickered, several bottles fell from the shelf, making a piercing sound of shattering, and the strong smell of alcohol wafted out.

Ada also finally took a step.

As her feet fell, the shaking of the ground stopped.

There was only a subtle crackling sound coming from the ground, and every breath everyone took brought a slight numbness to their lungs.

"I warn you, if you dare to destroy my tavern, I will demolish the Emerald Bay Queen's boudoir!"

This is not empty talk, but a real threat.

The last time Ada went to steal the Emerald Eye, although the plan failed due to the tight defense, she still stopped by the Queen's bedroom to get a few souvenirs.

For example, the queen's pajamas are made of extremely water-absorbent fabric, and they cannot be bought in the outside world. After being torn apart, it is a dishcloth with excellent properties.

It won't hurt your hands when wiping the table.

Seeing that the situation deteriorated further, Hussein stood between the opposing two, waving his hands repeatedly:

"Don't fight, don't fight, I have a way to solve the dispute, really!"

After all, without waiting for the two parties to answer, he pointed to Brando who was watching the play in a corner, and made a firm judgment: