Chapter 168

"Oh, right."

Chastina nodded her little head. "I asked several knights before I got the answer."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Unlike Han Fei, Theresa wasn't pragmatic. She walked over to Chastina, gently squeezed her shoulder, and said softly, "Chastina is such a reliable little helper, so great."

"No, it's not as good as they say."

Chastina scratched her cheek, seemingly a little embarrassed, but her expression betrayed her true feelings.

She didn't dislike it; in fact, she enjoyed the praise.

Who wouldn't hate being praised by a gentle older sister?!

"Let's set off now."

Theresa's gentle, older sister persona is so effective at handling young girls. Chastina is completely under her thumb. They've only known each other for a short time, and Justina already doesn't mind being hugged by Theresa at all.

"OK."

Han Fei nodded slightly.

So the four of them left the inn and headed to the tavern.

At this hour, the tavern was still open. Han Fei led his men inside and saw that the tavern was still cleaning up the "battlefield" from the previous night, with a bald man tidying up the tables.

Hearing the noise, the bald man instinctively turned around to look at the crowd at the door and said, "Ah, sorry, the tavern is still being cleaned, you guys..."

His words abruptly stopped, a look of surprise flashing in the bald man's eyes.

This bald man is no ordinary person; long ago, he was a renowned titled knight with extensive combat experience and knowledge.

Therefore, he could tell at a glance that these four people were definitely extraordinary. Although they were dressed like office workers and tourists, they were in fact no ordinary tourists or office workers.

Even that short little girl possesses the strength of a titled knight.

Han Fei only realized where he was when he saw the bald man—wasn't this the tavern owner from the Maria Nearl storyline?!

It's strange, because Han Fei had never actually thought of this possibility before.

It wasn't intentional; he genuinely couldn't remember.

But the moment Han Fei saw this bald man, he recognized him.

It can only be said that this is not a complete forgetting, but rather that it has been swept into the less important section of memory.

Since it's this bald man, it seems rather obvious who the craftsman is.

But is that old craftsman still capable?

Han Fei was actually a little suspicious; had he really forgotten about such an unimportant role?

I remember that the old craftsman and the old knight used to be very powerful, but they later became decadent.

The Kazimierz version of the Disheartened Guy belongs to that category.

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flashed through their minds.

But the bald man was the first to speak.

"Hello, I'm Martin, everyone calls me 'Bald Martin,' and I'm also the owner of this tavern."

The old bald man didn't show any unusual reaction to Han Fei and the others' strange behavior. He put on a kind smile, which looked somewhat odd because of his one eye, but at least it looked quite respectable.

"Is there anything you need? Drinks? Or maybe we should get some breakfast ready? The place is a bit messy right now, but I'll clean it up as soon as possible. In the meantime, you can wait at one of the cleaned tables over there."

I'm sorry to interrupt your work.

Han Fei stepped forward and said softly, "We don't need drinks or food. We're here to find someone, a man called the Old Craftsman. You should know him. Where is he now?"

Upon hearing this, the old bald man's smile froze for a moment, but then he acted as if nothing had happened and said with a chuckle, "I wonder what business you have with him?"

"Well, my companion's weapon was slightly damaged in yesterday's battle. We've heard that this craftsman is very skilled, so we'd like to ask him to help repair it," Han Fei said truthfully.

After saying that, he gestured for Texas to draw her sword and show it to Bald Martin.

Texas did not hesitate; she drew her Wolfhead Longsword and raised it high.

Those clean and crisp movements showed that the experience gained from years of riding had not been forgotten over time. Bald Martin's muscles tensed almost subconsciously, and he was in a state of full exertion, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

But Texas didn't do anything unnecessary, which made him relax again.

Bald Martin looked at the longsword in Texas's hand. Through the sunlight streaming in through the doorway, he could clearly see that there were indeed several small nicks on the blade.

"Oh, I see."

Bald Martin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Volume 1: Chapter 199 Interlude

"So, could you tell us the address of that craftsman?"

Han Fei didn't know much about swords, but since there was already a nick, he figured it should be repaired first.

"He shouldn't be awake yet at this time."

Bald Martin chuckled and said, "He had a few drinks with some old friends last night and didn't get home until quite late. He's probably still fast asleep."

"When would be a good time to contact him?" Han Fei scratched his head.

Without hesitation, Bald Martin replied, "Noon, that guy should wake up around noon."

"I can wait."

Texas said softly.

Since Texas has said so, Han Fei naturally has no objection and says, "Then let's wait."

"Then sit down for a while."

Bald Martin was quite friendly, smiling as he said, "Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to be from Kazimierz, you are..."

He stopped abruptly, intending to ask if they were here for tourism.

But looking at Han Fei and Texas in their sharp suits, it doesn't seem quite right.

Is it possible to travel for work?

Theresa's tourist attire doesn't quite fit the bill either.

Moreover, Bald Martin could clearly see the guns they were carrying on their backs.

It felt really strange.

At least, Bald Martin couldn't figure out what this group of people were doing.

"Hmm? We're mercenaries, you could say."

Han Fei and his men sat down at a round table, "We've come to Kazimierz to make a living."

Bald Martin looked everyone over, then shook his head and said, "Doesn't seem like it."

"Doesn't look like it?"

Han Fei tilted his head. "What's wrong with it?"

"I've seen plenty of mercenaries, but I've never seen anyone like you."

As Bald Martin packed his things, he said, "I've never seen such magnanimity in any of them."

"Yeah?"

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, thinking about it, and realized it made sense.

The mercenaries of Kazdel have all, to some extent, made a living by actually risking their lives.

Han Fei and his companions, on the other hand, had never experienced a situation where they couldn't survive without risking their lives.

Han Fei goes without saying; before transmigrating, he was a genuine Seris, fundamentally different from the Terra.

Texas, on the other hand, is a genuine mob boss's daughter, and her demeanor is undeniable.

Not to mention Theresa, she used to be the highest-ranking, a dignified demon king with extraordinary manners!

"I'm not specifically asking about your background."

Bald Martin tidied up a table, tossed a towel on it, and looked at Han Fei and the others. "I'm just curious. I haven't seen anyone as special as you guys in a long time."

"I see."

Han Fei then understood, and said with a smile, "My companions and I won't be staying in Kazimierz for too long, so there's really no need to pay special attention to us."

"I can tell."

Bald Martin nodded. "You people are a bit different from the people of Kazimierz."

"Um."

Han Fei nodded and said, "But we came at the right time this time, just in time for the knight competition. It was actually quite lively. I went to watch a few matches yesterday, and they were very interesting."

"It's you Kazimierz people who are a bit too enthusiastic."

"How so?" Bald Martin asked curiously.

So, Han Fei briefly recounted his encounter with the Rusty Knight the previous night.

After listening, Bald Martin chuckled and said, "That guy is still the same as ever, incredibly wicked. Few knights who have fought him have survived unscathed."

"It's a pity I couldn't enjoy myself to the fullest, quite a shame." Han Fei stretched, "I was stopped by someone."

Bald Martin frowned, but said nothing.

Based on Han Fei's description, he had already guessed that it was an assassin from the Armorless Union.

The Armorless Union is currently just a lackey of the Commercial Union, specifically tasked with dealing with those who oppose the Commercial Union.

But this has little to do with Bald Martin anymore; he's just an ordinary tavern owner now, no longer the knight he once was.

After chatting casually with Bald Martin for a while, Han Fei said goodbye.

The place hasn't officially opened yet; the owner has been cleaning inside, and it's kind of weird that they're just sitting there doing nothing.

After obtaining the old craftsman's address, Han Fei led his men out of the tavern, stretched at the entrance, and said, "Let's find somewhere to eat first."

"Ah?"

Chastina puzzled and said, "But we've already had breakfast, and there's still some time before we start Chinese class."

Chastina naturally didn't understand that Han Fei's "dinner time" wasn't actually about eating, but rather about finding a place to search for something for a while.

His teammates, however, understood Han Fei's meaning and knew that he was going to search.

Theresa had no objections; she had always wanted to experience Han Fei's search, attack, and withdrawal skills.

Texas, however, suddenly thought of a less than pleasant possibility and said with a cold face, "Boss, you're not thinking of repeating what you did in Laterano, are you?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Han Fei blinked, looking completely innocent.

"No."

Texas's expression was serious, and she refused to budge an inch.

Her sharp attire, combined with her icy expression, truly gave her the aura of a dignified and aloof female secretary.

"Hey, if we don't serve food, then I've wasted my time in Kazimierz." Han Fei scratched his head in frustration. "I haven't even earned back the money I spent on bullets!"

"Wait, wait!"

Chastina couldn't help but reach out her little hand, interrupting their conversation. Like a curious student, she raised her hand and asked, "What does 'dinner' mean?!"

"It's about searching for usable supplies."

"It's just scavenging."

The former was said by Han Fei, and the latter was from Texas.

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Han Fei turned to look at Texas, whose expression remained unchanged, giving him a look that said, "Isn't that right?"

Han Fei initially wanted to say no, but then he thought about it again and realized that wasn't right either; he had often called himself a scavenger before.

So they gave up.

"Scavenging?!"