Doom Knight System

Originally, he thought that the old man would not disclose the client's information, but what he didn't expect was that Lancelow easily got everything he wanted, even the address of the ruins.

The trainee knight who escaped from there was a member of a small team under the Crow Mercenary Corps. The ruins were in a mountain range. After several explorations, there was nothing of value.

Lancelow remembered this matter in his heart, and at the same time learned the current whereabouts of the apprentice knight, and left the black market impatiently.

It was late at night, and after a few minutes of walking down the street, we came to the "Old Gun Tavern".

Some drunkards who drank like mud hobbled out with bottles in hand.Some people put their arms around women and laughed wantonly.

Lancelot looked at the black cross smock on his body, shook his head, took it off immediately, only wearing a chain armor, pushed open the oak door and walked in.

Immediately, the ears were filled with noisy orchestral music and loud noises, and the air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, making it extremely lively.

There are nearly a hundred tables and a long bar on the first floor, all of which are full of people.

The wandering knights and the scavengers sat together in twos and threes, drinking the cheapest oat beer, bragging about the harvest of this trip.

The scantily clad bar girl walked back and forth, and after negotiating the price, she brought the person up to the small room on the second floor to conduct the transaction.

Under the influence of alcohol and women, these desperadoes in front of them are very impulsive, fighting or even fighting with weapons if they disagree.

Lancelot had been standing at the door for less than a minute. He had already seen two groups of people fighting, and was knocked out by a burly man before being thrown out.

The music on the dance floor was replaced by rhythmic jazz, the lights in the zenith dimmed instantly, and strippers in scantily clad dances were dancing, exuding a temptation that would drive all men crazy.

Lancelow's entry didn't attract anyone's attention. He was attracted by the stripper by everyone's eyes. He came to the bar and said to the bartender, "Have a glass of whiskey and add ice."

"You are not a familiar face, you must pay first." The bartender with a goatee said in a deep voice, "This is the rule, even for knights."

"Haha! Did this little guy escape from home? I bought him a glass of milk, and it's on my head. The little guy needs to make up for it, haha..." A strong man with a height of two meters laughed crazily , revealing a row of yellow decayed teeth, the beer glass in his hand kept hitting the table.

"Be careful crying, don't bully others. Hahaha..." The strong man's companion laughed drunkenly.

Lancelow glanced at those people, all of them were strong men in heavy armor, and the head of them was only an apprentice knight. Everyone had patterns tattooed on their faces and arms, and their weapons stood arrogantly on the ground. .

The bartender shook his head and poured a glass of milk, brought it to Lancelot, and said in a low voice: "These personnel belong to the Crow Mercenary Corps, let's go after drinking, this is not a place where noble children like you can come alone of."

"I just want whiskey!" Lancelot poured the milk on the ground with his hand, then tapped his fingers on the table, "Give each person at that table a bottle of whiskey, and keep it on my head."

Three low-level magic cores appeared on the table, shining charming halos under the dim light.

Magic cores generally only appear in the bodies of N-level monsters, which are very difficult to hunt and belong to hard currency.But in small towns, few people took it out, and most of them exchanged for silver coins or genetic reagents at the exchange.

The bartender swallowed hard. He clearly knew that Lancelot was deliberately finding fault, but he was reluctant to part with the three magic cores, and the whole bottle of whiskey was expensive. As a bartender, he had a commission, so he didn't want to have a finger in the pie.

The people around who heard this sentence were stunned, and the atmosphere became weird.

When several large bottles of whiskey were placed in front of the wandering knight who had just mocked Lancelot, their expressions suddenly changed.

In an environment like a bar, the most taboo thing is to offend people of unknown origin. There are not many people like Lancelot who take out three low-level magic cores at random.

"We are members of the Crow Mercenary Corps." The apprentice knight who was the leader on the table walked over and said with a grim expression.In order to show momentum, the seat was deliberately creaked.

Lancelot said mockingly: "The Crow Mercenary Group? It's no big deal." After finishing speaking, he picked up the whiskey with one hand and began to drink it into his mouth. The strong alcohol did not give him any intoxication, but the more he drank The more awake you are, the warmer you feel.

The trainee knight was stunned, and reached out to pat Lancelot on the shoulder, but was blocked by a katana sword, and the chilly air made him shiver.

"Damn it, it turned out to be you!" the trainee knight tremblingly said in a low voice, his breathing began to become short of breath, and a gleam of fear appeared in his pupils.

Lancelot had finished drinking the wine at this moment, put the bottle on the table casually, and said flatly: "Go away after drinking, I don't want to see you tonight."

"Yes... I understand..." The trainee knight had been majestic for a long time, but this time he was slapped in the face in public, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to dig into the ground, but compared to his life, drinking is not a big deal.

Because of the loud music, few people heard them talking. In the surprised eyes, the trainee knight had a gloomy face. After returning to his seat, he immediately started drinking the wine bottle.

Not everyone has Lancelot's drinking capacity. Once the strong whiskey enters the stomach, the trainee knight's head will not work well. After holding back for a long time, he couldn't help but fell to the ground and began to vomit.

The tavern is very experienced in this kind of thing, and someone quickly cleaned up the mess. The crow mercenary group looked at Lancelow with a horrified look, apparently guessing his identity.

The bartender saw everything in his eyes and was shocked. He carefully poured Lancelot a glass of lemonade as an apology.

A slice of lemon costs ten glasses of beer.

"I'm looking for a man named John." Lancelot said lightly.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, looked at Lancelot's back, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and said in a low voice, "That's the one who invited you to drink milk just now."

Lancelot frowned, and flicked the lemon slice away, hitting John's face accurately.

"Who is sneaking up on me?" The strong man called John turned around and said angrily, but when he saw Lancelow hooking him, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a stool.