"Sir, please come in!"
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Along the way, when the sky turned dark, Mo chose an inn to stay in.
They had just entered the inn.
The originally noisy hall instantly became much quieter.
"Qin Country's Iron Cavalry!"
"How can he be so young?"
"Haven't you heard? Some time ago, they had been conscripted. According to the people from Lantian, the 80,000 recruits had held a competition and the strongest 500 recruits had become the Iron Cavalry.”
"Hiss, those are elites."
"Yes, although they are young, they are all carefully selected elites.”
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The warhorses were handed over to the waiter to be brought to the stables specially used to feed the horses. Mo Ze came to the counter. After paying two coins, he received a first-class room.
"Waiter."
After receiving the money, the innkeeper shouted and saw a young waiter walking over.
"Sir, I'll take you to your room."
The waiter bowed slightly and said eagerly.
Following that, Mo followed the waiter upstairs. Along the way, he sized up the people in the lobby who were mixed with good and bad people.
There were small merchants, scholars, and a few ordinary people. Most of them looked like people from the martial arts world.
The seven countries were constantly at war. As for private weapons, there was no country that was not allowed to bring them.
After all, it was a chaotic world.
Even unarmed merchants liked to hire martial artists to protect themselves.
After taking a few glances, Mo did not look at it anymore.
Compared to them, he was still a youth, not even fifteen years old. Moreover, he was only an armored soldier.
If there were no other accidents, the two of them would mind their own business.
After putting away his things, Mo went downstairs to eat and prepared to rest after eating.
Shopping was not his hobby.
It was best to return to Lantian as soon as possible.
The food in the inn wasn't expensive either. Half a knife was enough for a good meal, and one knife was enough for two meals.
"Hey, I heard you're an elite?"
Just as Mo Yi was sitting at the table and eating his own food. A voice sounded.
Mo raised his head slightly and saw a woman who was about the same age as him sitting opposite him.
The woman was pretty and had a ponytail. Her long fringe covered a part of her pretty face.
The young girl saw Mo looking at her, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
"Let's fight."
This sentence made the pupils of the others who were paying attention to this place widen unconsciously. The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was watching how Mo would face the girl's provocation.
Although they had all guessed that the young man was an elite, looking at the nearly one-meter-long and incomparably huge saber beside the young girl, anyone could tell that the young girl was not a kind person.
Even an adult would find it difficult to wield this 30-pound broadsword, let alone a young girl.
Everyone was secretly shocked. They didn't expect that this slim looking girl actually had such a strange strength.
"You don't dare?"
Seeing Mo cast a glance at her before lowering his head to continue eating, the young girl smiled again.
"Sir, sir, this is a small shop. The profit is small. Please be magnanimous.”
The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward and smiled apologetically.
He looked at the youth.
He then looked at the young girl.
.....
In the end, the young girl laughed mockingly and left.
"Boring!"
However, when she turned around, the girl casually threw the cloth she usually used to wipe her shoulders into the bowl on the table. Then, he picked up the greatsword beside him, put it on his shoulder, and left.
"Sir, I'll get the waiter to bring another bowl of dishes.”
As if afraid that Mo would get angry, the shopkeeper hurriedly picked up the bowl of dirty vegetables and said to Mo.
Then, he instructed the waiter to prepare another good dish.
"No need to trouble me. I'm full!"
Mo sighed. He was really helpless to get into trouble just for a meal.
He didn't want to fight with this girl here. First, he had to pay for the medicine if he lost, and second, he had to pay for the wooden tools in the shop if he won. No matter what, it was a loss.
The other girl was obviously a problem.
He was now the commander of five hundred cavalry and had just ascended the position without a noble. If they went to Lantian, he would not even be able to get a few days.
At that time, he would be in big trouble, even bigger trouble than this girl.
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"Is he really an elite?"
"This must be through the back door!"
"Like I said, this thin and weak look, a horseman. He was simply a good-looking but useless piece of trash.”
"Shh, lower your voice."
"What are you afraid of? He still dares to touch me?"
....
In the bustling inn, as the scene just now happened. There was an endless stream of disdain and mockery. And he didn't care at all.
Perhaps in their eyes, Mo had already been labeled as a useless coward.
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