Medieval Riding and Cutting Record

　　 "Dear guest, of course we have healing potions at this price..." The goblin laughed cunningly, rubbing his fingers there.

　　 looked at the surrounding walls with a smile, and found that there was no pharmacist certificate on the wall. You must know that the pharmacist I went to before had a junior pharmacist certificate.

　　 "Ah, what are you looking for this guest?"

　　 "Forget it, it's okay, you take out the potion and have a look."

　　 "Guest, this shop is just doing a small business. This healing potion is worth hundreds of gold coins. It's not easy for me to take it out directly..."

　　 Smiling face directly smashed the money bag on the counter, and dozens of gold coins rolled out of the bag.

　　 "Hahaha, your guest is really anxious, I'll get it for you right away!"

　　 The goblin ran to the back and seemed to be opening some safe.

　　 While outside the shop, Corleone had a little trouble.

　　 He was looking after the wildebeest, and he took out a few dried dates from the bag and fed them to the faithful mounts.

　　 A few human mercenaries wearing leather armor and scimitar daggers walked by Corleone's side. One of them stood up to their leader and whispered:

　　 "Head, you see that the guy at the door has 4 precious wildebeests in his hands, my God, how much is this worth?"

　　 "What are you pulling me to do, is it possible that you still want to grab someone? Didn't you see that big sword?"

　　 "Hey, don't you understand? Maybe that sword is a fake, pretending to scare people."

　　 The mercenary leader pulled away his hand and said in a low voice: "Don't mess up! This guy is obviously not easy to mess with riding a wildebeest. Don't be stupid. Go back to me and take over the task."

The mercenary's face immediately turned gloomy, "Brother-in-law, you are too courageous. If we get these wildebeests, we can sell them at a high price of nearly 600 gold coins on the black market. Let's do a mission. How much is it?"

　　 As soon as the mercenary finished speaking, the faces of several others showed greedy expressions.

　　 found that the situation was a little out of control, and quickly scolded: "What are you going crazy? If it wasn't for your sister's face, I would take you into the group?"

　　 "There are a few of you, do you have a brain bubble? I have been with me for several years. Who can't provoke me is still unclear?"

　　The black-faced mercenary said disdainfully: "Hehe, brother-in-law, you are ashamed to say that you have only this income after all these years. You don't dare to sell smuggled goods, and you won't accept high rewards."

　　 "My sister complains every day that the money she makes can't even buy a new dress for the child."

　　 "You! Are you he?"

　　 "Brothers come with me, anyway, there have been a lot of patrols in Bad Tooth City recently, so what are you afraid of?"

　　 After speaking, a total of 7 mercenaries left their leader and walked straight towards Corleone.

　　Of course, Corleone also noticed the few people walking in front of him. At first he thought these people were going to the pharmacy to buy things, but the next conversation made him feel speechless.

　　 "Hey, boy, can you sell these wildebeests?" The black-faced mercenary who took the lead said arrogantly, and put his hand on the handle of the machete.

The 6 people behind 　　 are the same.

　　 "Sorry, not for sale." Corleone replied firmly.

　　 "Hey hey hey, you kid may not be able to figure out the situation, but we are a ‘blood hound’ mercenary group, haven’t you heard of it?"

　　 After finishing talking, the black-faced mercenary poked Corleone's chest with his finger, and after the poking, he said to him earnestly:

　　 "Boy, from your look, you know that the first time you came to Bad Tooth City, you don't want to ask, but our mercenary group has a strong record of killing ogres and worms."

"Well, I think you are more pleasing to the eye. I should make friends with you. I will buy your 4 mounts for 100 gold coins. What do you think?" The black-faced mercenary put his hand on Corleone's shoulder, as if this The offer is still the same as he suffered.

　　 Corleone shook slightly and bounced the mercenary's hand away. He still said in a calm tone: "I won't sell my mounts, you guys should go."

　　 "Fuck, he's really shameless, brothers, shouldn't you teach him a lesson?" The mercenary turned his head and said to the others.

After speaking, he slowly pulled out the scimitar, wanting to teach Corleone, he thought to himself: I have to beat this guy hard, and then send him away by just giving some money, hahaha, am I really him? A genius.

　　 Then there will be no more "genius" mercenaries.

　　 An icy sword light swiftly passed, and the black-faced mercenary's head flew directly into the air, and after falling down, he bounced a few times, while the expression on his face remained stunned and excited.

　　 It turned out that Corleone took a step back, and then instantly drew the big sword from behind, and smashed it with just one hand.

　　 He had no other thoughts at the time, but saw that the mercenary wanted to take out the weapon, so he subconsciously swung the big sword.

　　 "You~www.readwn.com~you guy..." The mercenaries behind them were all frightened and stupefied. I didn't expect the guy in front of them to be so cruel, they would just kill people without saying a word.

　　 And the leader of the mercenary saw what was happening in front of him, he didn't come forward and said any nonsense of revenge, so he just left a few of his men and ran away.

　　 "Do you still want to buy my mount?" Corleone held the big sword in one hand and pointed it flatly at the mercenaries. At this time, half of his body was stained red with blood, but his face was still calm.

　　 "No, no, excuse me!" At this moment, several mercenaries didn't have the courage to fight back. They even crawled around and fled the scene. They didn't even bother to care about the corpse of the black-faced mercenary.

　　 Corleone wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve and looked at the headless corpse on the ground. He didn't have any complicated thoughts in his mind, but just recalled the clip: This guy is really slow to get out of the knife.

　　 There was one more corpse on the narrow street, but the passers-by seemed to be surprised, no one screamed in panic, and no one came to clean it up.

　　 In the pharmacy, smiling face looking at the "healing potion" in his hand, he didn't speak for a long time, just observing the potion in the bottle from all angles.

　　 "What's the matter with the guest, do you have any doubts?"

　　 "The last time I saw someone bought the healing potion, it wasn't yours. Why is there a sediment underneath?"

　　 "Guest, dear guest, don't you understand? I am only like high-quality healing potions. These are the essence of the flower of life!"

　　 "How do I feel that you put it on for too long..."

　　 "How is it possible!" The goblin shook his head quickly, and shook the potion bottle in his smiling face vigorously.

　　 "Don't you think this is perfect?"

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