It seemed that he noticed the change in Roger's eyes.
The big man said:
"Don't underestimate Alice!"
“She is truly a very magical being!”
"See those things hanging on the wall next to the notice board? Look quickly..."
Roger looked in the direction he pointed.
But it was seen on the dirt wall near the notice board.
There are 5 pieces of equipment hanging rather abruptly——
They are a knife, sword, gloves, belt and cross.
These vary greatly in size and are clearly from different professions.
"These are left by the champions of previous arm wrestling competitions!"
The big man explained as if he knew everything:
“The arm wrestling competition at the Tauren Tavern was held six times in total.
Every champion had good luck and received various benefits because of Alice.
To express my gratitude.
They all chose to hang one of their equipment here...
Look, there are their signatures next to it.
This is actually a warning to some blind guys.
In Wushan Town.
The character that you should never mess with is not the lord or something like that, but Alice!
If someone disrespects her.
hehe.
Those champions will make offenders suffer!"
…
The big man spoke excitedly and even waved to Alice who was passing by.
Unfortunately, Alice ignored him.
She simply walked gracefully around the sign and returned to her shack in the backyard of the tavern.
Someone nearby sneered.
Roger noticed—
The person who laughed was a young man with a pointed chin and monkey face. He seemed to want to say something, but was forcibly dragged into the pub by a middle-aged man who was traveling with him.
"Humph, ignorant outsider."
The big man looked at the group of adventurers dressed as mercenaries with disgust, and then said to Roger:
"Don't mind, I didn't mean you."
Roger actually quite likes his straightforward personality.
I asked curiously:
"There are 6 championships in total, why are there only 5 pieces of equipment?"
The big man scratched his head and puffed out his chest with some pride:
"The one who didn't leave anything behind was the fifth champion, which is me - oh, you can call me Thompson."
"I didn't leave anything behind, but I stayed here. I will personally protect Alice. This is the only way I can express my gratitude."
This rhetoric...
Roger sounds like a scam.
But with his perception.
I didn't find any flaws.
So he whispered:
"Can you please tell me why you are so grateful to Alice?"
The big man glanced at Roger.
Seems a little hesitant.
…
"Insight: You noticed that 'Thompson' was very hesitant"
…
“This topic is a bit sensitive.”
Roger thought.
He immediately prepared to change the subject.
Who knows what will happen in the next second.
Thompson's hesitation disappeared, he waved his hand and said generously:
“This kind of thing shouldn’t be told to others.
But I don't know why.
When I saw you, I felt very familiar with you, as if I had seen you somewhere before...
Walk, walk, walk.
Let’s have a drink together.
Let me tell you a miraculous thing that happened to me.”
…
Roger was stunned for a moment.
This rhetoric...
It sounds like a wine-selling scam.
He couldn't help but glance at the data column again.
…
"Reminder: 'Quinan Star's Blessing' is in effect..."
…
See here.
Roger heaved a sigh of relief.
Actually in a sense.
The blessing of Quinan Star is also a kind of good luck.
certainly.
Who would complain about having too much good luck?
At that moment, a warm smile appeared on Roger's face.
The two men walked into the pub arm in arm, like brothers who had not seen each other for many years.
…
The layout of the "Tauren Tavern" is somewhat different from other places.
The hall is large, with a clear view, wide aisles, and fresh air, without the stench of ordinary pubs.
The tavern owner is a simple-looking minotaur.
When the two of them walked in.
He was eating a bowl of grass as a snack, but when he saw them he immediately put the bowl down and warmly welcomed the guests.
In the corner.
There was a burst of sharp shouting and cursing, and it seemed that there was some conflict.
The Minotaur boss rushed over immediately.
After a while.
The shouting and cursing stopped.
…
Thompson skillfully found a booth and ordered two large and cheap glasses of "Fire Dragon Wine".
He swallowed two sips of light red liquid.
He began to talk non-stop:
"Before I met Alice, I was just a poor, crazy guy.
My family lives in a small village south of Wushan Town.
That year my father suddenly fell ill and died, and there was no .
So I had no choice but to work at the Jackal's lumberyard.
It makes me angry just talking about it.
At that time, I was obviously very strong and could do the work of two or three people every day.
But the housekeeper of the Jackal family insisted that I was too young and was only willing to pay me half of my wages!
One time I got so angry that I beat him up.
Then he ran to Wushan Town.
I was poor and destitute in Wushan Town for a while, and then I participated in an arm wrestling competition without knowing what was going on. Who knew I would win the championship? When Alan stuffed the prize money into my hand, I felt dizzy, and then a group of people pushed me into the pig pen...
to be honest.
I wanted to run away.
How can a person sleep with a pig?
But Alan had given me too much to drink and I fell asleep as soon as I entered the pigsty.
The next morning, I took the prize money and ran away.
that's all.
I ran all the way to the Donni River, and before I could catch my breath, I found a golden treasure chest on the river beach!
The money in the treasure chest made me a small fortune.
I used the money to settle my family and returned to Wushan Town alone.
When I came back, Alan told me someone was looking for me.
That was an old man.
He told me -
He was my father's comrade-in-arms. They had lived and died together, but they broke off their relationship many years ago because of a conflict.
At that time, he was running out of time and had no children, so he asked me if I was willing to inherit his property.
that's all.
I became the lord of Wushan Town..."
…
Hear this.
Roger almost spit out a mouthful of water.
to be honest.
This story couldn't be more ridiculous, but the feedback on the data column was unacceptable to Roger!
His sixth sense told him.
What Thompson said is true!
Roger couldn't help but become more curious about Alice.
…
In the booth.
"So, everything I have today was given to me by Alice!"
Finish saying this.
Thompson finished the last half glass with a satisfied look on his face.
Roger followed the topic and chatted with him for a while.
After a moment.
Thompson was called away by a guard. Judging from the guard's respectful attitude, this guy might really be the lord of Wushan Town!
"It's rare to find such an approachable lord."
Roger thought quietly.
He sat there and observed for a while.
There were not many customers at noon.
The most conspicuous place is the corner where the conflict just occurred.
They were a group of mercenaries of unknown origin.
It seems.
Like Roger, they were new here.
"The equipment is very old, but some of it is military weapons..."
"The water in Wushan Town is quite deep."
Roger felt a little regretful.
If that guard had come later.
He will be able to extract more information from Thompson.
Fortunately, he quickly decided on a new person to inquire about.
Next second.
He stood up, left the booth and came to the bar, and the Minotaur boss immediately put down the pot of grass in his hand.
"What do you want?"
The minotaur showed a simple smile.
He is Alan, the owner of this pub and Alice's master.
In Roger's perception.
Alan is just a level 20 Tauren warrior.
But the truth is certainly not that simple.
Alan must have something extraordinary to have such a magical pet like Alice!
…
At this moment, Roger said seriously:
"Where can I get information about nearby monsters?"
Alan pointed at himself skillfully:
"I can do it right here."
"Are you an adventurer who is seeking a bounty? What monsters do you want information about?"
"all."
Roger said decisively.
Alan looked at him seriously:
"That would be expensive, not worth it compared to the bounty."
"I'm not an ordinary adventurer, but a monster research expert. I make a living by studying the characteristics of various monsters. You know, those mages in the tower who never leave their houses are very interested in these things."
Roger made a carefully prepared excuse.
Alan scratched his head:
“I don’t understand.”
"But this doesn't stop me from selling information..."
Speaking of.
He turned around and pulled out a stack of papyrus from the secret compartment under the stool.
After Roger paid the fee readily.
Alan spread them out on the bar one by one and introduced them:
"Lightning frogs, there are so many of them, but they are so fast that no one can catch them..."
"The Wyvern roams the area near the mountain. It's very dangerous. Solo hunting is not recommended."
"The Thunder Griffin is also on the other side of the mountain. It is more dangerous and hunting is not recommended."
"Evil Crow", well, this is the key point!
There are many evil crows in the Jinghu area.
This kind of monster would never amount to anything.
But recently there have been signs that the evil spirits have evolved.
They can not only possess crows, but can even attach themselves to cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs... I personally suggest that you better not go to Mirror Lake."
…
He chattered on and on about the ten or so kinds of monsters nearby.
Roger put away the papyri and said thank you.
Finally.
He whispered:
“Is there a way into the mountains?”
The minotaur was stunned for a moment.
Then he smiled innocently and said:
“That’s not something you can buy with payment.”
"But if you can win the arm wrestling competition tonight, I will give you some clues."
This guy really has clues about Drovas!
Roger was already full of curiosity about Alice, so he said:
"Then I'll sign up."
Alan immediately showed a professional smile:
"The registration fee is 600 copper tokens, please pay me."
"Thank you for your patronage."
At that moment.
Roger felt cheated again, but he decided to trust his own perception!
When he paid.
The mercenaries' sneering sounds could be heard again from the corner of the tavern.
Roger glanced at them.
He left without saying a word.
…
Night falls.
The Tauren Tavern was bustling with activity.
Compared to daytime.
The number of people in the hall has more than increased tenfold!
People watching the fun crowded from the lobby to the door.
Roger arrived a little late.
If you find out, you can only go through the back door.
He instinctively resented the crowdedness of the bar.
Fortunately, the chaos didn't last long.
Alan came out and said a few polite words, and the central rows of seats were cleared out to be used as the venue for the competition.
that's all.
The seventh arm wrestling competition at the Tauren Tavern kicked off with great fanfare!
…
There are a total of 29 contestants tonight.
The competition is divided into two rounds: preliminary and final.
The preliminary round format is a very down-to-earth "grab the table" competition.
That is, the contestants randomly choose opponents and fight against each other at eight tables. The losers are eliminated directly.
The winner can rest on the table for 3 minutes.
Then wait for challenges from others.
In this mode.
Most people will be eliminated quickly.
The people who are still sitting at the eight tables at the end are the quarterfinals.
The finals will begin from the quarterfinals.
The rule is to draw lots and fight against each other to decide the champion.
This process may not be entirely fair.
But the atmosphere is just right.
In the hall.
Shouts, cheers, applause, curses...
Waves of sound came one after another.
It is easy for people to give up thinking and only use brute force in their minds.
Roger was mixed in with a group of tough guys and looked inconspicuous.
But listen to Alan's order.
Immediately a group of people came to grab the table.
They don't care about tactics either.
People who were attracted to the same table were so attracted to each other that they started fighting right away!
…
"Grass!"
"You're a fucking foul!"
"Let's do it again. That was just a warm-up..."
Similar sounds came one after another.
Roger watched patiently for a moment.
It was discovered that those who took the initiative to rush forward were all locals. They were more straightforward and what mattered in participating in the competition was just to have a good time, without any ulterior motives.
Most of those who did not take action like him were foreign adventurers.
They may not believe in Alice's magic at all.
But they were very interested in the prize money for the champion, so they wisely chose to conserve their energy.
They wanted to wait until the very end to make their move – there would always be weaker ones among the eight tables who could easily make it to the finals, so why bother putting in the extra effort?
Roger thought so at first, but after observing for a while, he changed his mind.
After a moment.
Roger randomly picked an empty table and sat down.
"Just so you know, don't blame me if any bones break."
The big man opposite said in a gruff voice.
Roger said nothing, just held out his hand.
Next second.
The two hands were clasped together.
Bang!
Under the big man's incredulous gaze, his hands were suddenly pressed on the table, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move at all!
"You didn't count 123!"
The big man shouted angrily:
"You're attacking by surprise!"
Roger smiled:
"Give up the defeat."
He added another half a percent of strength to his right hand.
The big man's face suddenly turned the color of liver, and he jumped up as if someone stepped on his foot:
“It hurts, it hurts… I give up!”
Roger slowly loosened his grip.
The big man left cursing, but a few seconds later, a guy dressed as a mercenary sat down.
"Want to rest?"
Alan came over and asked with a smile.
“No need.”
Roger reached out to the mercenary.
The mercenary grabbed Roger's hand and said slowly:
"Don't try to sneak attack me. Wait for me to count to 12..."
The word 3 hasn’t been spoken yet.
His hands were already pressed on the table!
"You're a fucking foul!"
The mercenary shouted angrily.
Roger blinked:
"I didn't break any rules because there weren't any rules in the preliminary rounds."
"You lose."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The mercenary cursed and looked at Allen next to him:
"Did he commit a foul?!"
Alan smiled innocently:
"Welcome to the Minotaur Bar."
"Go have a drink, it's my treat."
The mercenary was stunned.
Then he left angrily.
that's all.
In chaos.
Roger used the little experience he gained from observation and relied on sneak attacks to successfully eliminate one challenger after another.
Finally, we made it to the quarterfinals.
He knows it very well.
This kind of rural pub competition doesn't have so many rules.
Anyone who holds the mentality of "I must defeat everyone fairly".
You will definitely be taught a lesson.
Therefore, those who made it to the quarterfinals are all tough guys like Roger.
For example, the scarred guy at the next table——
Roger saw him more than once madly stepping on his opponent's toes during the game!
Last round.
Scarface met an equally powerful opponent - so he kicked the opponent in the crotch and knocked him unconscious.
No one cares in the chaos anyway.
He made it into the quarterfinals with great pride.
Others were not so extreme, but they also had their own methods -
Some people spit directly in their opponents’ faces;
There are prostitutes who put their breasts against the man's face to distract him;
Some people pull out knives and threaten others when they can’t win;
Because of this, several fights broke out during the preliminary rounds, and everyone was used to it.
Just wait until they finish playing and then continue.
…
In short.
In this 'friendly and harmonious' atmosphere, the competition smoothly entered the semi-final stage.
Because the rematch is played in pairs.
So everyone will be more restrained.
After all, there are so many eyes watching.
Overdoing it can also be troublesome.
So Roger watched helplessly as his opponent - a mercenary in his prime put on a complete set of extraordinary equipment that seemed to increase his strength!
on the data bar.
…
"Insight: You realize that Tony cannot afford this complete set of extraordinary equipment with his economic level."
…
"Sixth sense: You sense that Tony has spent all his savings renting this equipment."
…
"Come on, kid!"
"Let's fight fair!"
The warrior named Tony urged impatiently.
Roger smiled.
He took out the "Super Strength Wristband" and put it on.
With his power of 21 points, it should have been easy for him to win the championship.
But after watching it for half a day.
There are obviously many hidden talents in this Tauren tavern.
Tony is a very ethical person!
In the preparation stage.
Roger observed that one of the two people at the next table used transformation magic to turn into a bear!
The other one is even more exaggerated.
He got a mechanical arm from somewhere and armed himself with his right hand!
After they were ready, they were both stunned.
They couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.
Then they both started accusing each other of cheating.
The audience also divided into two groups.
They started accusing and shouting at each other.
See this scene.
Roger really doesn't know how Thompson won the 5th championship!
This isn't some arm wrestling competition in a small town pub.
He looked around at the tables.
All of you sitting here are fucking gods!
…
certainly.
There are also differences in levels among gods and immortals.
Amidst the constant swearing, the rounds of fights between gods finally came to an end.
The competition has reached its climax!
The finals reached the last round, and one of the contestants was the one using the armed robotic arm.
The other one is Roger.
On his way here, he encountered some tough enemies; but under the dual suppression of extraordinary perception and extraordinary strength, the enemy's dirty tricks were ineffective against him, but his own dirty tricks were repeatedly effective.
Roger didn't do anything.
Every time during a match, I would quietly use the Floating Cloud Palm to hit my opponent's private parts...
We are all men.
The key point is too easy to find.
Once the vitals are grabbed, the work in your hands becomes weak...
This trick worked every time, but it also earned Roger a lot of hostile looks - those who were eliminated by him felt it was very unfair.
Roger noticed.
Several people ran over and whispered something to his opponent.
So before the final began.
The robot man disappeared for a while.
When he appeared again.
Roger noticed that his steps seemed a little stiff.
…
"Insight: You noticed that 'Sabnam' is equipped with some kind of crotch guard."
…
“It’s very thin.”
“This has all been prepared.”
Roger looked at Sabernam, who was facing a formidable enemy, with great interest.
"I will not show mercy."
Sabernan said viciously:
"Kid, I've heard about your dirty tricks. If you don't admit defeat, I'm going to use this arm to break your bones, then beat you up and throw you into the ditch in the backyard!"
"What I hate most in my life is cheaters like you!"
"Humph! Do you deserve good luck?"
After saying that.
He showed off his robotic arm vigorously.
Roger didn't say anything either, he just stretched out his hand.
Next second.
Under the expectant gaze of everyone.
Roger's flesh palm and Sabernam's mechanical hand clasped together.
The two of them exerted their strength almost at the same time.
Click, click!
The noisy mechanical sounds rang out, and the explosion of the primordial stone almost drowned out the cheers of the audience!
The two sides fought.
Sabanan felt that he had the upper hand!
So he decided to win the game in one go!
But the next second.
The dimension of Roger's right hand suddenly skyrocketed!
…
"Hint: You activated the 'Kirin Arm'"
…
In the surprised eyes of everyone.
Roger's right hand, which had grown three times in size, easily pressed the robotic arm onto the table!
Sizzle!
There was even black smoke coming out of Sabanan's shoulders!
"No! You cheated!"
Sabernan roared with a red face and thick neck.
He shook off the Qilin arm and pounced towards Roger.
Roger easily dodged half a body length away.
Just when he was about to subdue this guy, a strange throbbing surged into his heart!
…
"Hint: Your 'Kirin Arm' is out of control..."
…
The next moment.
Under the horrified gaze of the audience.
Roger's big hand pressed hard on Sabernan's butt!
"Kala-la!"
The sounds of breaking metal and cracking bones were heard simultaneously!
Next second.
From the tavern came the sound of Sabernam's hysterical wails and the audience's gasps.
"let go!"
Sabernan groaned with sweat on his forehead: "I give up..."
The words haven't finished yet.
The big hand grabbed again fiercely.
Blood spurted out.
Those with sharp eyes could see that Sabernam’s butt seemed to be split in half!
For a while.
The Tauren Tavern became even more chaotic!
…
"You used the Kirin Arm to tear off an enemy's hip in public, and your Rural Legend (Wushan Town) has reached a new milestone."
…
"Countryside Legend (Wushan Town):
You became famous for winning the seventh arm wrestling tournament in the Tauren Tavern.
But what really made you famous was your ruthless tactics.
In Wushan Town and surrounding areas.
The name of 'Roger the Butt-crackling' is spreading widely.
…
“Why do you need to register with your real name?”
In the pigsty late at night.
Roger reflected seriously on his mistake.
Perhaps it was Thompson's enthusiasm and friendliness that made him feel like he was back in Tongma Town.
When registering, he actually filled in his real name.
That's better.
Fame came so suddenly that he was caught off guard.
"Fortunately this is Quinan..."
Roger felt a little scared.
Just at this moment.
Alice came over gracefully and rubbed his head.
Roger's mood calmed down immediately.
After getting the championship bonus.
He was led by Allen to the pigsty in the backyard.
It's called a pigsty.
It was cleaned like a guest room.
Alice doesn't have the dirtiness of a pig. She is a bit like the pet pig in her previous life, cute and elegant.
I don't know why.
After being rubbed twice by Alice.
Roger's mood suddenly improved.
He glanced at the data column.
There were no abnormal reactions.
So he boldly leaned against Alice.
Then take some tentative measures from time to time.
He wanted to find out what was going on with the lucky halo surrounding the gilt.
From beginning to end.
Alice behaved very docilely.
She only groaned when Roger hurt her.
But until dawn.
Even Roger hadn't discovered the secret of the "lucky halo".
He was somewhat unwilling and wanted to try with Alice for a while longer.
But he was soon kicked out by Allen.
“It’s time!”
The Minotaur still had that simple and honest face:
"You will definitely have good luck today!"
"You'll find out if you go out more often."
Roger left the pigsty doubtfully.
…
While having breakfast in the tavern hall.
Roger met the same group of mercenaries from yesterday again. This time, the young man did not sneer at him, probably because the "Butt-Splitting Hand" had already been made public.
But there was something strange in their eyes after all.
Roger didn't care either.
After a quick meal.
He left the pub.
Today his targets are mainly the monsters around the town.
"Let's start with the rampant lightning frogs!"
Roger thought so.
So he headed east out of the town.
He walked for a while along the country road.
After a moment.
A crow came towards them, landed on a branch nearby, and made an unpleasant cry at Roger.
"And they said that I would have good luck..."
Roger complained in his heart.
He strode towards the farm in the east.
The crow immediately flapped its wings and flew away.
After a while.
He stopped and looked at the road sign.
The crow appeared again.
It stopped on a nearby branch and barked strangely at Roger.
"It's so unlucky..."
Roger frowned.
In his perception, this crow was not even a monster, so it was not worth hunting.
"It shouldn't be a scouting pet, just a simple crow..."
Thinking so.
Roger let it go.
After choosing the direction.
He continued to move forward.
But at this moment.
A sudden gust of cold wind blew from behind him - his extraordinary perception told him that the crow had actually attacked him!
That moment.
Roger realized something was wrong!
Normal animals will not attack humans!
Next second.
He turned and tried a Sin Mark.
…
"Hint: The Sin Mark has been bound to the 'Evil Crow'"
…
"Such a high camouflage value?"
Roger was startled.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
The crow had already swooped down in front of him, but how fast was Roger's reaction?
But I saw his right hand slightly raised.
The surging air wave struck over like a sharp blade!
"Martial Arts: Taiyi Lihuo Dao"!
Crash!
The flaming sword swept across mercilessly.
All that was left on the ground was a black, charred corpse.
Roger raised his eyes to look at the data column.
The next moment.
His expression suddenly became very interesting!
…
「Click to view attribute improvement status」
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