Chapter 117 Provocation
Stepping into the city gate of Golden Port, a rush of noise instantly overwhelmed Benjamin.
Huge stone buildings and wooden trestles are intertwined, row upon row, extending to the coastline.
In the sea breeze, the salty, wet and fishy smell is mixed with the strong scent of spices, filling every corner.
In the distance, rough singing and noise came from the tavern, one after another.
The Arcane runes on the door of the magic guild are shimmering, mysterious and alluring, while the towering temples of the gods exude a holy brilliance, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle of the world.
Benjamin walked silently on the street, observing the people around him.
The bustling flow of people shuttled through the streets, a mixture of fish and dragons, and people of all colors showing their faces.
Gorgeously dressed human aristocratic merchants, with elegant manners and shrewd eyes, were passing by rugged pirates. Those pirates had scimitars on their waists and fierce eyes, revealing the viciousness of licking blood from the blades of their swords.
Dwarf vendors with loud voices are hawking on the roadside. Their voices are mixed with the soft conversations of Elf rangers. Various accents are mixed together, forming the unique voice of this port city.
Benjamin, or his current disguised name "Jack", followed the flow of people towards a tavern in the port area that doubled as Adventurer Guild.
The wooden signboard creaked in the sea breeze, with "Drunken Dolphin" written in crooked characters.
If it weren't for the adventurer's badge next to it, no one would be able to recognize it as Adventurer Guild.
Pushing open the broken door, a turbid smell mixed with malt liquor, sweat and tobacco hit your face.
The lights inside the tavern were dim, and the floor was covered with a thick layer of wooden boards. Dirty water flowed freely across the floor, making it look messy.
Long wooden tables and benches were placed randomly, and groups of adventurers were in small groups, making loud noises, bragging about their achievements, or cursing as they read the missions.
The air is filled with repressed violence and the rotten atmosphere of money.
Benjamin attracted the attention of almost everyone in the tavern as soon as he entered the door. Although the bustle in the tavern did not change at all, he could clearly feel the vague gazes of these people looking at him.
After all, the profession of adventurer sounds quite free, but in fact it is quite geographically restricted.
After all, most of the low-level adventurers are not very strong, and they only do low-level jobs like cleaning up the sludge in underground tunnels. They are equivalent to the Sanwa masters in another world.
The number of jobs in a city is limited, so every newcomer will receive much attention.
Benjamin also knew these things through Jack's memory, but he turned a blind eye to them.
He walked straight to the counter and handed over the somewhat worn and folded letter and the mission voucher.
The bartender behind the counter was a fat half-Orc. He took the voucher with his stubby fingers, glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he threw a few silver coins to Benjamin.
"The mission is completed, Jack. Next time, remember not to fold the mission letter like this." Half Orc said.
"Got it." Benjamin responded gruffly and took the silver coin without giving it a second glance.
He turned around and planned to find a corner to sit down and observe the surrounding environment.
The moment he turned around, a thin hand stretched out to his waist like a ghost, trying to take away the bag of silver coins he had just received.
This is a common "meeting gift" for the Adventurer Guild - to test the newcomers' proficiency one by one.
Benjamin continued to step forward as if unaware, but his left hand reached back like lightning and grabbed the wrist that was trying to steal.
He exerted slight force with his fingers, and there was a heart-wrenching "click" sound as he twisted the thief's arm into a heart-stopping angle.
"Ah!!!" the thief let out a heartbreaking scream.
His body fell limply, twitching on the ground, dripping with cold sweat.
And Benjamin didn't even bother to look back, and walked slowly towards the door.
There was silence in the tavern for a moment, and all the noise stopped abruptly.
Too cruel!
The attack was too harsh!
The adventurers' eyes were not all focused on Benjamin. Instead, many people were focused on the table in the center of the tavern.
A tall, muscular man with a sinewy face sat there - "Iron Hammer" Karl. He was the leader of the area and the mastermind behind these thieves.
Generally speaking, after dealing with the person who stole the money, Benjamin has passed the test, and no one will mess with him again.
However, his attack was too ruthless. This was no ordinary response, it was a naked display of authority!
There is no doubt that this will be regarded as a naked provocation by the gang of thieves.
Karl's face was so gloomy that it could drip with water. Benjamin's ruthless approach was undoubtedly a challenge to his authority.
"This kid doesn't understand the rules?" Another adventurer at the table saw his boss's gloomy expression and immediately stood up to teach Benjamin a lesson.
Karl snorted coldly, stopped his men's movements, and waved his hands slightly reservedly. "Oh, I'm just a newcomer. You will learn the rules if you suffer some losses in the future."
He is obviously a tall and thick guy, but he has a delicate and pretentious look.
But no one dared to laugh at him. The reason why Karl did this was to imitate those "upper-class" people. Anyone who dared to laugh at him would have been sunk in the moat.
The other people at the table couldn't help but laugh maliciously when they heard this, and looked at Benjamin sinisterly.
They knew that this boy was going to be in trouble.
After understanding their boss's attitude, others became more open-minded.
On a table near the door, a boy suddenly stretched out a thick leg when Benjamin passed by him, and seemingly accidentally tripped Benjamin's ankle!
Benjamin's eyes flashed with an imperceptible sarcasm.
He still didn't stop, and then stepped on the outstretched leg without hesitation!
Kapyr!
The crisp sound of broken bones was extremely clear in the silent tavern!
The sullen expression on the younger brother's face instantly froze, replaced by extreme pain and distortion.
He let out a scream that was even more pitiful than the previous thief, and fell to the ground like a piece of rotten wood. He rolled on the ground holding his leg that was twisted at an unnatural angle, feeling very miserable.
At this time, everyone in the tavern was completely shocked.
In the past, you only took action against thieves, but now you dare to take action against people named "Iron Hammer" Karl, and even trample their legs directly?
!
This guy is absolutely crazy!
"Fuck him! Kill him!"
Karl's face instantly darkened, he didn't care about playing the role of a high-class person, and roared heartbreakingly.
The few bastards around who usually hang out with Karl suddenly became red-eyed, picked up their swords and wine bottles, and swarmed towards Benjamin!
Benjamin raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the scene in front of him not only not nervous at all, but even a little funny.
Facing the seven or eight burly men who rushed towards him, he wandered around in the small space like a ghost.
His movements are simple but deadly, and every punch and kick carries terrifying power and precise angles.
Peng!
A side kick directly hit the thigh of a big man who was rushing the fastest. A scream was heard, and the man's thigh bone was broken. The whole person flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall hard, and slid down.
Click!
Benjamin turned his body slightly to avoid a stabbing dagger, grabbed the other person's arm with his backhand, and twisted it violently, and the sound of bone cracking was heard again.
"Ah!!"
In less than ten seconds, accompanied by the sound of broken bones and screams, all the seven or eight strong men who besieged Benjamin had their legs or arms broken by him. They were piled up in the middle of the tavern like garbage, and they were filled with grief.
Because the time was too short, these people did not even have time to beg for mercy.
The other adventurers in the tavern were completely frightened by the scene before them.
They were originally prepared to watch a good show, but they didn't expect that this new guy was so strong!
Karl, who was standing behind all the boys, was fortunate enough to be the only one who didn't have any broken bones. Looking at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Seeing Benjamin's eyes turn to the Iron Hammer he was holding in his hand, Karl hurriedly threw Iron Hammer away as if he had been burned.
Not caring about his "majesty", he ran out of the tavern crawling.
The adventurers who were ready to take advantage of the situation retreated into their seats one by one, pretending not to see anything.
They lowered their heads, staring at the wine glass in front of them, or wiping their weapons as if nothing had happened, for fear of being caught by Benjamin's cold eyes.
They could even feel the smell of blood and rust in the air, which was proof that power could crush everything.
"Another ruthless character has arrived," someone murmured to himself, his face turning pale.
"Much more cruel than Iron Hammer Karl-"
Benjamin glanced at the wailing people lying on the ground, and then glanced at the trembling "audience".
He didn't do anything else, and went straight to an empty table and sat down. He picked up a wine-stained glass on the table and poured himself a full glass of malt liquor.
I originally wanted to take a sip at the occasion, but seeing the unknown dirt on the cup, I had no choice but to give up.
With a disgusted "squirt", Benjamin put the wine glass back on the table and left the tavern with the same steps as when he entered the door.
That relaxed back view, as if everything just now was just an insignificant episode.
It wasn't until Benjamin opened the door and left, completely disappearing from everyone's sight, that the tavern suddenly became lively again.
Everyone made a tacit understanding not to discuss Benjamin who had just left recently, but talked about other topics in a warm atmosphere, as if this could drive away the fear that Benjamin left in their hearts.
As for the unlucky ones with broken bones, no one paid attention to them. In the end, a few adventurers were found in the bar and threw them out the door.
As for whether you can survive until tomorrow, it depends on luck.
From this moment on, Golden Port's Adventurer Guild has a ruthless person who cannot be provoked - "Jack".