Chapter 7, The Mysterious Visitor
This person is the renowned Lake Harbor
"Hey, kid, how dare you flirt with my woman!" The mountain berserker from earlier was clearly in cahoots with the fortune-telling witch. He menacingly poked Amy's forehead with his finger, "Compensate me for my losses. You’ve looked at my woman’s chest a few times; for each glance, pay me 10 gold coins, or else you won’t be leaving through that door today." As the scene unfolded, the once lively bar quickly fell silent.
In the year 193 and the following decade, a special period emerged characterized by a prolific production of sorcerers, particularly those skilled in ice magic. According to the core confidential records of the Magic Guild, the Ice Wish Tower produced 30 sorcerers in less than 10 years—approximately 100 times the usual number during ordinary times. The most critical reason for this phenomenon was the involvement of a completely non-magical soldier.
The nobleman slightly turned to the side and pulled out a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years from behind.
In this world, wherever there are continental highways, one can certainly find treehouse bars, even in the frozen lands of the icy world.
"Be careful, he is a high-ranking Berserker, and his afterimages also possess offensive capabilities." In such an environment, encountering a rare high-ranking Berserker, Chi Hanfeng's appetite seemed to have vanished. In open combat, an ordinary Berserker can handle more than 5 two-handed sword warriors, while a high-ranking Berserker with four afterimages can likely take on over 20 two-handed sword warriors by himself, making the Berserker a nightmare for small-scale battles. Chi Hanfeng felt a twinge of regret and had to remind Amy, "Once the afterimages are attacked, they will be shattered." In open combat, an ordinary Berserker can handle more than 5 two-handed sword warriors, while a high-ranking Berserker with four afterimages can likely take on over 20 two-handed sword warriors by himself, making the Berserker a nightmare for small-scale battles. Chi Hanfeng felt a twinge of regret and had to remind Amy, "Once the afterimages are attacked, they will be shattered."
Oh, is that so? Is it your divination spirit?" Chi Hanfeng asked leisurely, holding the wine glass just handed to him by the servant, while stroking the nose of the figure.
Poor little Amy was completely stunned by the dazzling sight before her, but it was Chi Hanfeng who took the initiative to come to her rescue: "Miss, please do not misunderstand. My nephew is only 14 years old. This is his first time out, and in our small village, there are no young ladies as naturally beautiful as you, let alone anyone dressed as fashionably as you. This is probably the first time he has seen a beautiful young lady's bosom; I wonder what it feels like to the touch"
Most of the regulars in the bar are mercenaries, perhaps out of curiosity for that oversized two-handed sword. An obviously mountain berserker, a large man, extended his long leg in an attempt to trip the boy as he passed by.
The exclamation of "Residual Image" startled the members of the Mage Guild, Thieves Guild, and Mercenary Guild located in the three corners of the bar. An increasing number of people poured out from the guilds to witness this rare battle
"Hello, that charming gentleman, come and sit here." A woman dressed in a bright red open-front jacket greeted Chi Hanfeng in a sweet voice
When he clearly saw the two individuals dueling on the battlefield, his brows furrowed together, and he murmured to himself, "Could it be him..."
In the midst of the Berserker's astonishment, Amy leaped forward, passing through her own sword's afterimage, and arrived in front of the Berserker, who was originally 3 meters away. In an instant, she struck with her sword from the left, center, and right, each leaving behind a black afterimage of the sword. The Berserker had long known that Amy's strength was sufficient to match his own, and he exerted all his effort to parry the lightning-fast sword shadows with his battle axe. Simultaneously, the four afterimages surrounded her, and the semi-transparent afterimage of the battle axe struck at Amy from four different angles, each leaving behind a black afterimage of the sword. The Berserker had long known that Amy's strength was sufficient to match his own, and he exerted all his effort to parry the lightning-fast sword shadows with his battle axe. Simultaneously, the four afterimages surrounded her, and the semi-transparent afterimage of the battle axe struck at Amy from four different angles.
"So you are just a novice." The woman gently pinched Amy's little face and said, "Although you have grown in all the right places, I am sure you do not have the charm that you possess, sir. Would you like to have your fortune told? It's very cheap, only 5 gold coins."
The axe was lifted, and the berserker showed no signs of hesitation. The battle axe traced a small arc and struck towards Amy's shoulder. The longsword made a slight adjustment and met the attack once more. The axe slid down along the longsword to the ground, then instantly sprang back, targeting her lower abdomen. Amy's longsword could no longer be retracted, so she used the hilt to forcefully block the battle axe.
At first glance, this man appears to be a noble, as evidenced by his very polite greeting to the simian orc servant. Only nobles maintain their manners at all times, and only true nobles are willing to sincerely express gratitude to lower races such as orcs
When did the world change? I haven't ventured outside for 5 years, and now there's inflation? I remember that a standard magical divination only cost 2 silver coins. Chi Hanfeng sat down abruptly at the table in front of the woman, signaling to the waiter with a gesture only an insider could understand, while lewdly staring at the woman's chest and speaking in a suggestive tone.
Ah, sir, how can you say that? Just look at this icy and snowy weather; is it easy to make money? How about I offer you a free fortune-telling: Hmm, if you don't let me tell your fortune, a great disaster will soon befall you
"Not bad, kid, you can take my series of three strikes." The Berserker looked at the boy in his teens with some surprise, "But go to hell. Afterimage attack." A tremendous rage emanated from the Berserker's sweat pores, ... As he moved within a small range, each time he moved, he left behind a translucent shadow in place, one, two, three, and - picture - book, four...
Amy swung her long sword swiftly in the air twice, and surprisingly, a phantom of the sword appeared before her, even with the black blunt sword.
Amy charged forward without any hesitation, wielding her longsword with great force
The guest has arrived, the guest has arrived... At the entrance, a well-behaved monkey-like beastman said while jumping high, taking the snow-covered hat from the hands of the middle-aged man who had just entered.
At the intersection of the Longya Mountain Continent highway, located on the eastern side of the snow-covered forest, there is a fork in the road. To the north, it connects to the capital of the Hami Kingdom; to the east, it leads directly to the Northern Hami Kingdom; and to the west, it crosses the snow-covered forest to connect to the Frozen Fortress and the central city of the Holy See, Vangong City. On the northern side of this intersection, there stands a dense tree, seemingly a type of silver-leaved conifer, with a diameter of approximately 5 meters, requiring at least 10 people stretching their arms to fully embrace it. At a height of 10 meters above the ground, there is the renowned treehouse bar.
Amy scratched her head; Uncle Chi generally did not make such jokes. It seemed that today he had to earn a meal. He took down the double-handed sword from his back and stepped back slightly
The treehouse bar, which serves as the office for the three major guilds: the Magic Guild, the Mercenary Guild, and the Thieves' Guild, is never short of patrons. Like all treehouse bars on other continents, several beautiful little elves flutter their blue, translucent wings, serving drinks and food to the guests
"Brat, go die!" The Berserker roared in anger, his entire form swelling by two sizes as he charged forward with incredible speed, his dual battle axes slicing down from above with the sound of the wind.
The berserker seemed quite pleased not to have to choose a middle-aged nobleman. He picked up his signature weapon—the long battle axe—from the table. Several companions quickly helped him clear the area behind him.
"Amy, in this world, the strong survive. Throw them out, or else there will be no food in a while." The unscrupulous middle-aged man, completely indifferent to the trouble he had caused, tossed the burden onto Amy, then sat in a suitable position, stretched his legs, and placed his two large feet, soaked in snowmelt, on the table, beginning his pre-meal entertainment.
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The Treehouse Bar is indeed quite large; even if someone sets up a duel here, it would only occupy one-tenth of the Treehouse Bar.
Seeing that there were indeed several empty seats in front of her, Chi Hanfeng tugged at Amy and walked over to the woman
An old wizard with white hair and beard emerged from the wizarding guild, his wide blue robe tattered and full of holes. On his chest, a wizard-level insignia was prominently displayed, indicating that he was a grand wizard with boundless magical power
"How annoying, little brat. What are you looking at?" The woman proudly pushed her snow-white chest towards Amy, the deep cleavage clearly visible.
This young boy possesses an exceptional demeanor, reminiscent of a nobleman, or perhaps more akin to a youthful scholar. His flaxen hair naturally curls, cascading over his shoulders. His skin, evidently sun-kissed over the years, exhibits a fair complexion with a hint of rosy undertones. Beneath his thick brows lie a pair of well-defined eyes, reflecting the unique shyness characteristic of youth. A subtle smile graces the corners of his mouth, and he is clad from head to toe in a pristine white polar bear fur coat, skillfully navigating between the tables and chairs.
However, at the moment when his leg was about to be tripped, the boy suddenly and effortlessly stepped into the air, skillfully leaping over the trap. The crowd, which was ready to burst into laughter, was momentarily taken aback by the boy's agile movements, unable to react. The instigator of the prank, holding a large wine glass in his hand, was also stunned. The boy himself was completely unaware of this small conspiracy
Beneath the bar, there is a square piece of bluestone. Guests wishing to enter the bar need only stand on the bluestone, and they will automatically be imbued with an upward teleportation spell, with the destination being the entrance of the treehouse bar
The timing was executed exceptionally well; such tried-and-true tricks are all too common in bars, and most people can already envision the scene of the boy being pinned down by the large sword after tripping.
"Trash is just trash." Chi Hanfeng stared at the berserker, extending his cold hand to vigorously knead the woman's ample bosom. "Not only have I watched it more than 100 times, but I've also touched it. How about that? It's quite warm, just a bit saggy." It's hard to imagine how someone like Chi Hanfeng would ever let go of such a bargain.
I never expected that my first real battle would be against such a formidable opponent. However, when the Huber family encounters such a situation, their minds are mostly filled with just two words: "Fight to the end"
As the noble and the boy walked towards the bar, more and more people in the pub ceased their chatter and turned their gaze towards the boy's back—he was carrying a two-handed sword nearly as tall as himself. If it were made of iron, the weight of this sword would likely be comparable to that of a two-handed axe or a knight's lance, indicating that the youth possessed considerable combat strength. Moreover, what piqued curiosity even further was that this sword was unsharpened.
The boy did not notice the changes beneath his feet, walking while curiously glancing around at the various corners of the bar
The bar, which was already as cold as the weather outside, suddenly became lively. The legendary berserker phantoms and the sword phantoms of two-handed sword warriors appeared simultaneously, and the warrior wielding the two-handed sword seemed to be only in his teens. Such an event is worthy of being recorded in the verses of bards