With that said, Mr. Fushim asked the waiter to take another jug ​​of wine, but Abel just smiled lightly and settled the bill.
Then he took out a stack of money and put it on the bar, and said to the waiter, "Put this money here, and this old gentleman will come to drink in the future, so he won't be allowed to collect the money…"
"Okay…" The waiter looked at With that pile of money and hurriedly put it away.
"Hahaha, the little brother has the courage and the pattern, and is much better than the guy who is stalking Mr. Umia."
"Let's go, take you to my house for a sit…"
Mr. Fushim laughed and hugged Abel's Shoulder.
Oldrim glared at the old Fushim, and then a few people walked out of the tavern.
Just as the 3 of them walked out of the pub, Abel felt that someone was following behind him, but when Abel was about to look back to see who it was, he was gently pressed on the shoulder by the +old Fushim: "Don't Go back…"
When Abel saw this, he pretended not to know and continued to move forward.
Walking all the way to a secluded place, Mr. Fushim stopped, and his originally hazy eyes instantly brightened.
"If you don't want to die, just get out…"
Mr. Fushim's voice was very soft, but it had great penetrating power, and he could hear it clearly even if he was 100s of meters apart.
After hearing Mr. Fushim's voice, They saw 2 warriors in samurai clothes coming out from the hidden place behind them.
"A bunch of bastards from the Gritizer family, dare to follow me?"
Mr. Fushim's eyes narrowed slightly, and an invisible murderous aura instantly enveloped the 2 samurai.
Seeing this, the 2 warriors trembled with fright, and hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Fushim spare our lives, we dare not follow you, we are following this person…"
The 2 warriors pointed to Abel, but Mr. Fushim I also know that these people dare not follow him.
"This man is my friend, why are you following him?"
Mr. Fushim asked.
The 2 samurai looked at each other, but neither dared to say anything.
"Humph…" Mr. Fushim snorted coldly, and then let out a small breath, and saw a light mist instantly wrapping the 2 warriors.
"Ah…"
The 2 warriors cried out in pain.
"Lord Fushim, yes… it's our master, let us investigate this person, because he saved our eldest young lady, our master wants to know the details of this person…"
A warrior couldn't bear the pain, and hurriedly said it .
Seeing this, Mr. Fushim waved his hand lightly, and the pain of the 2 warriors disappeared instantly, and they all stood up in fear.
"Now I know, he is my friend, go back and follow that boy Gritizer Jacksall, don't hit my friend's mind."
Mr. Fushim said coldly.
"I know, I know…"
The 2 warriors from the Gritizer family turned around and ran away in fright.
After the 2 warriors ran away, Abel and Oldrim looked at the old Fushim in shock.
None of them understand, Mr. Fushim is such a sloppy old drunk, why the warriors of the Gritizer family are afraid of him?
Also called a Lord Fushim.
Isn't it said that the Gritizer family is the largest family in the entire Demadarn, and no 1 dares to provoke it?
Now in this situation, it seems that the people of the Gritizer family dare not provoke Mr. Fushim.
"Old Fushim, what's the situation? The warriors of the Gritizer family, how do they call you Master Fan, and why are they so afraid of you?"
Oldrim asked in confusion.
"Because they know that if they annoy me, I'll kill them…"
Mr. Fushim smiled lightly.
Oldrim wanted to ask something else, but was interrupted by Mr. Fushim: "Okay, let's talk about it when we get home…"
Oldrim followed Abel and walked with Mr. Fushim for more than half an hour before arriving at the outskirts. A village.
This village looks quiet and peaceful, and Mr. Fushim's house is inside the village.
It's a very dilapidated wooden house.
To be continued....
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