Chapter 385 Fight

Joan and his party dismounted near the entrance of the town, and Magni led the team into the town.

There is only one street paved with gravel in the town, and few people can be seen. The dust is blown by the strong wind, making it look a bit deserted.

Magni stopped at the entrance of the town, looked around cautiously, and whispered to Joan: "The atmosphere here is not right, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

Joan looked around, but couldn't see anything unusual.

"Dafeng Town, I have been here three times, and I have never seen such a desolate and deserted scene."

Magny took a deep breath, and his face became more serious.

"There is a bloody smell in the wind. People died here not long ago, and more than one or two people died here. Let's be careful!"

Hearing what he said, Joan's nerves tensed up, and he moved forward with apprehension.

"Hey! Outlanders, where did you come from?"

Shouts with a strong southern accent came from the street.

A dark-skinned Asa man sat under the eaves of the wooden house, holding a large glass of ale in his hand, and looked at Joan and the others sleepily.

"Good morning, uncle!" Roger, who is the best at dealing with strangers in the team, took off his hat and waved at the man, and said with a smile: "We are from Delin Town, and we are looking for a man named Pickman Do you know where he lives, friend?"

"Pi, Pickman?!"

The man seemed to be taken aback, threw away the wine glass in his hand, jumped up in a panic, turned around and got into the room, and closed the door heavily, no matter how much Roger called, he would not answer.

"There is indeed a problem!" A sharp light flashed in Magni's eyes, and he turned to tell the accompanying Asa hunter, "A group of three, disperse to the town to inquire about news. Joan, Dick, and Roger, there is a tavern in front of you." , let's have an ale, and find out about Mr. Pickman by the way."

Joan followed Magny to the outside of the tavern, tied his horse and pushed the door in. A smell of alcohol mixed with sweat came to his nostrils, which made him sneezed twice.

The tavern was full of people, and the noise upset Joan, so he patiently followed Magny and Tyndall brothers through the crowd to the bar.

A fat old man with thinning hair and a vigorous beard was standing inside the bar, wiping a glass goblet with a white rag. When he looked up and saw the four of them, a professional smile appeared on his face.

"Welcome to the shop, what would you like to drink?"

"Give us a glass of ale each." Magny sat in front of the bar, tapped his knuckles on the table lightly, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Has my friend Mr. Pickman been in your tavern lately, sir?"

"Pickman..." The tavern owner's face changed slightly, and then he returned to his smile, and replied lightly, "I haven't seen him for a few days."

"Oh? So Mr. Pickman has finally accepted my advice and is determined to stop drinking?" Magny said nonsense without changing his expression.

"Well, I don't know..." The bar owner still maintained that masked smile, "But having said that, it seems a bit late for Mr. Pickman to quit drinking now, besides alcohol, there are many other people in this world. Other things ... can also harm people's health."

Magny heard his overtones, took out two gold coins and put them on the bar, and raised his glass to the tavern owner.

"I beg you to tell me a little more about my friend Pickman. It may be useful when I call on him later."

The bar owner glanced behind Magni, then swiped the rag, quickly swept away the two gold coins, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Pickman is a well-known rich man in this town. In fact, he has been the mayor of the town for many years."

"Of course you also know that Mr. Pickman made his fortune from the grain trade and has a close relationship with the Yalfheim military. Although he has a bad temper and occasionally acts domineering, he still takes care of poor folks like us on the whole. .”

"The grain shop of Pickman's family has always provided cheap flour for all families in this town. If anyone can't get rid of the pot, they can always get some relief food from Mr. Pickman... It's a pity that such a good day has passed Gone forever!"

"Why do you say that?" Magny asked.

"Well, this starts from two weeks ago."

The tavern owner watched the movement around vigilantly, and took a step closer to Magny.

"A group of jackals came to our town from the south of Broken Tooth Valley, broke into Mr. Pickman's house in the dark, brutally killed Pickman's family, set fire to the mansion, and occupied the Pickman's house. The mill and the barn..."

"Since then, these gangsters have been doing evil in the town, and they have tripled the price of flour. Now everyone in the town hates the Jackals, but no one dares to stand up against the gangsters."

"Anyone who dares to show any disrespect to the Gnolls and bandits will be slaughtered immediately, and even the corpses will be eaten by the hyenas raised by the bandits..."

The tavern owner suddenly stopped talking, lowered his head and pretended to wipe the bar.

Joan heard chaotic footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, it was indeed three half-drunk jackals walking over, and all the guests blocking the way were pushed away roughly by them.

"Hey! You guys have new faces, you look like spies in a sneaky way, come with us!"

The leader of the wolf man put his hands on his hips and looked at the money bag on Joan's waist maliciously.

"Go eat shit! Dog-headed bastard!"

Magny jumped up suddenly, swore angrily and swung a punch, hitting the jackal's face hard, causing the bridge of his nose to shatter and blood to splatter.

The screams suppressed the hustle and bustle in the tavern, and everyone's eyes were focused on the area where the conflict occurred. Every face was full of shock, and immediately showed the excitement of looking forward to watching a good show.

The following scene did not disappoint the audience. Dick saw Magni move his hand, rushed towards the stunned wolf man on the opposite side without thinking, kicked him in the stomach, and flew upside down, smashing the tables and chairs.

"How dare you do it..."

Seeing that both his companions had been knocked down, the third gnoll grabbed the handle of the knife with a face full of shock and anger.

Before he could draw his saber, Roger poured a mug full of ale in his face.

The jackal exclaimed and wiped his face frantically.

Joan took the opportunity to grab the bottle and slammed it down on the back of his head.

With a "bang", the glass shattered, and the jackal's head was bleeding, and he bowed down with his head in his arms, howling.

Roger grabbed his shoulders with both hands, brought his knee up, and slammed it hard into his face.

The jackal let out a muffled grunt, as if his muscles and bones had been pulled out, and he collapsed on the ground and passed out.

The gnoll who was kicked away by Dick struggled to get up, and when he saw that his companions had fallen to the ground, he turned his head and rushed out of the tavern in fright.

His threats came from far outside the door: "You human beings who should be cursed, just wait and see!"