"Forget it, grandpa, you have 1000 years old bar, don't and young people general knowledge."A Feng politely with his hand

The old dwarf half lifted his tomahawk.

"Or try to practice them, this task is too dangerous, if there is no certain ability, go in is dead, instead

It hurts them."A-level sellsword Snow Wolf Rider Lande chimes in.

"Ha, that's for the best. Thank you for giving me a chance to perform."Amy jumped out of her chair."

Not enough, big fella. You and one of your brothers come up here. I'll take them all."

"Hum" a muffled hum, Drew and one of his younger brothers tilted tomahawk, from both sides around up.

"Wait." Amy held out her hand.

"Why, scared?"Drew waited for red eyes, afraid Amy would run away.

"No, no, how could such a wonderful game not be played?But I'm a g-rated sellsword. Fight

You two b-level mercenaries, so far apart in rank, isn't there a problem?Even if we don't fight injustice, difficult

Don't want to bet. Take a chance?I'll bet you ten gold pieces that I can beat these two bulls. Who'll bet me?"