Chapter 54 A Fleeting Luck

For the news and rumors in the town, no one knows better than Huck—in fact, Huck is not a person who likes to inquire about all kinds of news, but as the owner of the 'Snow Bear House', he doesn't care about it at all. Need to find out any news, as long as you stand behind the bar, the drinkers who talk loudly in the lobby will 'tell' him everything.

Among them was the news of the young man in front of him.

Of course, Huck would never believe what those people said—he basically listened to it as a joke, some kind of illegitimate son of a baron, a knight of the Central Order, or something like that.

To Huck it was a joke.

The only thing he believed in was the heir of a certain nobleman, or... an illegitimate child or something like that.

After all, only in this way can the other party meet the status of appearing here.

However, the lightning-like battle just now made Huck have to doubt his guess, especially when he saw the mud-stained uniform of the Central Knights, such suspicion became a reality—compared to As a native of Tyreland, Huck, who once had a "Knight Baptism", is undoubtedly quite knowledgeable. Although the "Knight Baptism" failed, it did not prevent him from seeing some great people.

He clearly remembered that the captain of the Central Knights was also wearing a similar uniform at that time.

Really from the Central Knights? !

Huck thought in surprise, seeing Dean walking towards him at the same time, the hotel owner also stepped forward two steps, and said with that characteristic boldness: "Thank you for your help!"

"You don't have to thank me - I'm also among their targets, I'm just cleaning up some enemies for myself!"

Dean waved his hand and pointed to the other two corpses dragged over by his subordinates. When Huck saw the wounds on the throats of the two corpses, he subconsciously looked at the corpse not far from his feet. The wound on the corpse was also at the throat, and the wound was neither deep nor shallow, but it was enough to kill one blow.

Undoubtedly, this is a good swordsman - those who only know how to fight with brute force are just beginners. Those who really enter the threshold are those who know how to allocate their strength reasonably, and they will not use more or less a little.

Similarly, Huck also reached this level, but it was after his right arm was chopped off.

However, it is precisely because of this understanding that Huck will pay more attention to the young man in front of him—because he knows how difficult it is to reach such a level, and many knights who have undergone the "baptism of knights" cannot reach a similar level , for example, that Captain Potts.

Thinking of Potts, Hack was already grateful to Dean, adding another point.

Looking at the respectful gazes of those boys, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not a cowardly guy with pockets full of pockets. Coupled with his pretty good sword skills, Huck couldn't help showing a smile , because, he knew that the Fei Chalun Knights had an extra good leader.

Therefore, Huck directly sent out his own invitation——

"Although you are just cleaning up your enemies, it is a fact that you helped me—so, I think you should go to my hotel and clean up... It is not in accordance with the etiquette to go to see the baron in mud!"

"my pleasure!"

And Dean, who already had ideas for Huck, naturally wouldn't refuse.

In the hotel, with the entry of Dean and Huck, those merchants who were still in shock,

I finally breathed a sigh of relief—at least, the appearance of these two people, especially the appearance of the latter, is enough to prove their safety. Although they usually don't really like to get along with this grumpy innkeeper, but now They are willing to stick close to the hotel owner.

"You guys, keep drinking, those guys are already dealt with!"

Huck looked at the hesitant businessmen who wanted to come over, and couldn't help waving his hands - he didn't have time to pay attention to these guys now, because he saw the young man's right arm, which was a little unnatural; obviously , In the previous battle, the young man was not unscathed.

However, this is so strange, the other party attacked suddenly and with the help of a crossbow, even he almost died, let alone a young man.

"Come with me, I have medicine and bandages here!"

Huck expressed his friendliness.

Dean followed behind without refusing, and entered Huck's room—it was a small room, with a large bed that could fit Huck's entire body, and a closet that belonged to that room. Weapon racks and armor racks are the most prominent.

On the weapon rack, a double-edged battle ax was placed there.

In addition to the armor, a set of half-body armor was neatly arranged.

Both of them have been polished exceptionally brightly, and it can be seen that the owner wipes and maintains them from time to time.

"That's my old weapon and armor!"

Huck, who took out the bandages and wound medicine from the bottom of the closet, saw Dean sizing him up, and said in a slightly lonely voice; however, the next moment, he laughed and patted his waist with his only left hand The long sword: "However, I still have fighting power now!"

"Well, when those guys dealt with me, they only sent two people, but you have four people here—and I just caused the disturbance at the beginning, and you are the real target!"

Dean nodded and took the bandages and medicine.

"However, in the end those guys were killed by you and your people, which shows that they underestimated you too much...Do you need me to help you deal with the uniform on your body?"

Huck once again showed his boldness.

"Grateful!"

Dean responded with the reservedness of an aristocrat, even though he really wanted to be more natural, but for the sake of future plans, he had to continue to pretend to be himself.

After taking off the uniform, a wound of about four inches or so appeared on the right arm. It was not very wide, but it had seen blood and looked deep.

In fact, Dean was very careful about giving himself this blow. The wound only looked a little deep, but in fact it was not serious at all.

That's right, this is Dean himself doing it for himself.

As for why?

Of course, it was for the position of the head of the Fei Chalun Knights.

However, it is definitely not for the sake of pretending to be pitiful and gaining sympathy. He just needs a time, a time to quickly improve his strength so that he can reach the real "knight strength"; after all, the head of any knight order needs at least a knight. This level is recognized by all.

Although there is no express clause, Dean absolutely does not want this to be an excuse for others to attack him-and, Dean can figure out, many people around the Baron Tyre will be happy to see this; it is not because The entanglement of interests is just because of pure gloating.

This is the despicable part of human nature, and Dean has already experienced it.

According to a triangular fixing method, the bandages began to be divided into left and right interspersed wounds to cover the wounds smeared with wound medicine-this is a common bandaging method in the army, and Dean specially studied it when he was in the Central Knights , and then carried out 'consolidation' and 'review' on countless battlefields.

The bandage was gently but never loose on the wound on the right arm, and Dean used his left hand and teeth to cooperate, just like after countless battles.

When the wound was completely covered, Dean tied a clean knot with just his left hand.

[Acquisition: Bandaging Lv1]

And when the bandage knot appeared, a prompt appeared on Dean's character panel - under the empty general skill column, the skill [Braking Lv1] appeared there.

Dean was slightly taken aback—according to his experience, there is no professional level limit for general skills, which means that they can be quickly improved with experience, but each general skill requires a long time of practice to appear, and is controlled by the system. Admit it; at least, in his memory, he bandaged himself or his comrades no less than 300 times when [Braiding Lv1] appeared.

but now……

"It seems that I should fully understand the difference between the current system and the memory!"

Dean frowned slightly, pondering carefully.

After all, if [Wrapping Lv1] appeared, then [Pharmaceutical Making Lv1] should also appear; after all, he had prepared those paralyzing potions more than once before.

Then, Dean seemed to notice something different.

Before, when he was bandaging, he seemed to have entered a certain state - silent in the bandaging after countless injuries!

"perhaps……"

A guess directly appeared in Dean's heart, and such a guess made him excited again.

Because, if this guess is correct, then he will improve his strength at a faster speed—or, to be more precise, 'recovery'.

Of course, this requires countless experiments.

And obviously, now is not the time to—

Huck took the simply treated uniform, pushed the door and walked in. The mud on the uniform had been washed off and dried. However, there was no more time to iron it, and it looked a little wrinkled. Bare, and holding such crumpled clothes, Huck looked a little embarrassed.

After all, he knew what they were going to do after a while, and what the consequences of wearing such a uniform would be.

"Why don't we change one? I might have..."

"Our body type... Maybe you know a tailor who can cut it in ten minutes?"

Dean gestured at the size of the two sides.

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