Chapter 4: The ring

The ring in the tavern was one foot higher than the ground, and was paved with a whole piece of solid wood, and it was extremely solid when stepped on. Hart jumped slightly on the ring, and the floor didn't even tremble at all.

Hart even suspected that the entire ring was solid, just putting the wood directly on the ground.

The ring is not very big, it is a square with a side length of six meters without any guardrails.

The people in the audience were very close to Hart. He could see the expressions on the people below and hear their whispers.

"There's a good show now."

"So many waitresses, who is not good to touch his butt? He actually touched Naliya's butt. Old Fein still has to arrange for someone to beat him out?"

"I see Larold can beat him up."

"The first one is not necessarily La Rod's coming to power. As far as I know, kids like Lor, Casdod and Billy are all pursuing Nariya."

"Don't worry, just see who comes on stage later."

"It's a pity that I can only play three games."

Listening to these comments, looking at the malicious eyes of the people below, the rye that had just been drunk had already turned into cold sweat and was discharged from the body.

Hart stood in the center of the ring and was crying without tears, wishing he could chop off his left hand that caused trouble.

He looked at Instructor Horn with a very resentful look on his face - why don't you remind me?

Instructor Horn spread his hands at Hart and shook his head - you bastard touched his butt the first time you came, and you are so embarrassed to look at me?

Of course, since Instructor Horn was holding a glass of ale in his right hand, this action seemed more like a gloating.

Perhaps because he felt that it was not good to stand here and wait to watch the students' excitement, Instructor Horn turned around and left the ring.

Hart did not come up voluntarily.

He just realized that the waitress who had touched her butt was nothing but the daughter of the tavern owner Fein.

The taverns in the castle are different from those in the town. There are acquaintances here, and few strangers can live in the castle. And of course, people who can open taverns in the castle are not ordinary people.

Old Fein was once the Baron's messenger. He broke his arm in a battle and had to withdraw from the army. He opened a tavern in the castle to serve the soldiers. From bartenders to chefs, all men were soldiers who were discharged from the army because of their disability.

No one dares to cause trouble here.

Although the waitresses working in the tavern wear a white apron outside the clothes to prevent staining their clothes, the apron and the apron are different.

The waitresses wearing white aprons with lace are all part-time prostitutes who are willing to make money; while the waitresses wearing white aprons without lace are all the daughters of good families - most of them are the daughters of disabled veterans.

Of course, others know the identities of these waitresses, so they will never make any mistakes;

When I attacked these girls, I was in front of these soldiers, and it was a rhythm of seeking death.

Only when he, a newcomer, doesn't understand the situation, will he touch his butt that he shouldn't have touched - especially on the butt of Old Fein's daughter, Naliya.

However, everyone came from recruits, and Hart was not the only one who made similar mistakes before.

For Hart didn't know the rules, the one-eyed bartender gave him two choices.

The first choice is to stand on the ring in the east to accept the challenge. There are three games in total. If he wins, his reward will be used to treat everyone to a drink. Even if this matter is revealed; if he loses and gets a bad beating, it can be considered as giving Naliya a breath.

The second option is to take off your clothes and stand on the western stage to dance a pole dance for everyone with bare ass. Of course, you can also invite everyone to drink when you receive the reward. Well, this is also a way to make Naliya vent her anger.

Of course, Hart has a third choice, which is to use his own strength to settle everyone and use his fists to hit the tavern.

One-eyed bartender said that if Hart really could do this, this matter would be revealed - the army still respects the strong.

However, when the one-eyed bartender said this, more than fifty men in the tavern turned their heads together and looked here with malicious eyes. Looking at this scene, Hart felt that he was a master of the times and it would be better to stand on the ring on his own initiative.

No matter what, it is much safer to deal with three people or three people who take turns to deal with them than to deal with so many people at the same time.

As for the stage options over there, Hart had never thought about it.

Hart is a person who wants to save face. Every night before going to bed, he would take off his clothes and fold them neatly, just to make them wear neatly when he wakes up the next day.

If someone stripped naked and threw it on the stage in the west, and let himself hold a steel pipe and pose, Hart felt that he might as well be beaten to death on the ring.

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"Today's champion is Hart Rennes, a second-level warrior. He once had one-on-three, and tied up three recruits!" The one-eyed bartender shouted loudly.

"The first challenger, Lor! A senior second-level warrior killed three goblins in the woods to the west last month - well, this record is a bit unprofitable. Who made the goblins less and less in two years?" the one-eyed bartender teased.

Lor, who walked onto the ring, was a young man of the same height as Hart. He had brown curly hair and had clear muscles.

"The old rules are you not to dig your eyes and crotch. I should stop when I shout to stop." The one-eyed bartender stepped down from the ring and sat on both sides of the ring with a little lame leg.

"I've been placing a bet, and I'm following the old rules!" Someone started to attract business.

The atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became warm.

"Dare you to mock Naliya, go and eat me shit!"

People in this world do not have the habit of slandering each other. Lor only used one sentence to declare his just position and rushed over.

Veterans generally have psychological advantages over new recruits, and Lore is no exception.

He has killed many goblins and goblins, and has met bloody face to face, but is not comparable to this young recruit.

And now we are avenging our sweetheart, so of course we have to rush up and knock the other person down at once to show our courage and strength.

"Come on Lor!"

Naliya's crisp voice sounded behind him, making Lor feel like he was burning.

"Hi!" Lor raised his leg and kicked straight to the other party's lower abdomen.

If it weren't for the pub's rules, Lore would have been heading towards the other party's crotch - this bastard could actually touch Naliya's butt, and I didn't even have the chance to touch it!

Anger, jealousy - and a bit of unspeakable envy, made Lor's kick sound extremely fast and powerful!

Hart was a little guilty at first, after all, he did something wrong first, but seeing the other party rushing towards him so quickly, his mood stabilized suddenly - because the other party had many flaws!

For an orphan, nothing can be obtained for nothing.

Hart was able to become the undisputed number one in the recruit training camp and left the queue early because his strength was far beyond the rest.

Even people like Carter, who came from a military family, have undergone some training since childhood and still have to go with two good friends before they dare to challenge him.

If Carter fights one-on-one, there is no suspense in the outcome.

Hart flexibly turned left, turned his body sideways, and let the kick fall to his lower abdomen. Before the other party could withdraw his kicked leg, Hart opened his left hand and pressed Lor's face, pushing and pressing, and without even using much effort, he pushed Lor, who had lost his balance, pressed him down on the ring.

In order to prevent the back of the guy from hitting the ground violently, Hart kindly grabbed Lor's face with his left hand and lifted it slightly, helping him cushion.

It seemed to be that Lore fell into nothing and was cut into the inner circle by the other party, pressed his hands on his face, and pressed Lore to the ground in one hand. The whole process was less than a second.

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This made their cheers stuck in their throats and changed their tone.

"Narya, this kid is a bit handsome." A best friend began to quietly transfer the camp.

"Meisha, how can you do this? Such a bastard is not good either!" Another best friend attacked the betrayer.

"I just judged it from an aesthetic point of view, and I didn't really like him." Meisha defended herself.

In the ring, when Hart didn't exert his strength, his muscles were not visible all over his body, and he didn't look as muscular as Lorre.

But at this moment, he pressed Luo Er and couldn't help but exert a little force. A group of muscles with soft contours and smooth lines appeared all over his body.

Unlike other men's muscle mass, Hart doesn't seem to be very developed now, but he gives people an extremely harmonious beauty.

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Instructor Horn took a wooden wine glass to the second floor of the tavern, and walked to a private room separated by wooden boards and sat down.

"Old Fein, how do you think of this young man?"

"It looks quite energetic." Old Fein was not angry at all. When he talked about Hart, he didn't look like a bastard who molested his daughter.

"Is it worthy of Nariya?"

"What are you kids? This kid may not be able to live until today next year." Old Fein said dissatisfied.

Old Fein was about the same age as Horn, but his left forearm had disappeared, and replaced by a piece of iron hook, which made him look a little more fierce.

Horn put the wine glass on the table and said seriously: "So you like him?"

"Yes, this kid is an orphan, has no other concerns, and no one will care about it if he dies. Being able to defeat three people in one-on-three means he is good at skill and has a flexible mind. Isn't this the best candidate for the 'black snake'?"

"Oh, yes, orphan-" Instructor Horn sighed, picked up his glass and took another sip.

"The dirty work is always something that needs to be done, and it is also a shortcut to make a name for itself." Lao Fein persuaded.

This is not good for this guy Horn. Maybe he has become soft-hearted after being an instructor for a long time.

Looking at Horn's decadent face, Old Fein continued to persuade him disapprovely: "Didn't you say that this kid is determined to climb up, in order to show his face in front of the Baron and the others, get up at less than four o'clock every morning to clean the stables?

It was really whimsical to make a name for himself by using this method. Did he think the Baron would promote him when he saw his stables clean? At most, he would promote him to clean the toilet! We did a good thing, and we have fulfilled him."

He has seen many ambitious young people, but how can the shortcuts be so easy to take?

There are other reasons why the shortcuts can be made - such as the illegitimate child of a big man, the unlucky guy who was selected to lead the tank.

The rye wine is not high, and even if it is the first time I drink it, it will not lose control of people's drinking. However, if you add a little more fun-inspiring blue flower juice to the rye wine, it will be completely different.

Horn took Hart to the front of the bar, where there were places where serious (relatively serious) people who loved drinking, and those part-time prostitutes would not run here at all because there was no ‘business’.

So the waitresses serving in that area are all serious daughters. No matter who Hart touches his butt, it will be the result now.

Horn, responsible for screening candidates who are suitable for serving as the ‘Black Snake’ among the recruits;

And Old Fein is the person in charge of the "Black Snake".
Chapter completed!