The two of them found a shop with lights on in Windmill Town. It was a tavern.
Ron led Guina inside.
"Welcome…Hmm? Two brats? Let's go, let's go. Our family doesn't do business with children.”
The shop assistant's expression changed very quickly.
Ron took out a few gold coins from his pocket and threw them to him.
"We'll stay here for a night."
After confirming that the gold coins were genuine, the shop assistant's expression changed again. A smile appeared on his face.
"If it's just for one night, then there's no problem.”
Ron led Guina to a table in the corner of the tavern and sat down.
Not long after, the waiter brought over some food and juice.
"Ron, where did you get that gold coin?”
Guina asked curiously.
She had never seen a gold coin on Ron, and there shouldn't be any space for a gold coin in his thin white training suit. Where did he get it from?
"Could it be that he stole…"
"How is that possible?"
"Then where did you get it?"
"It must be mine. I just put it somewhere you can't see before.”
said Ron, taking a sip of juice.
Somewhere he couldn't see…
Guina thought of something and blushed. She quickly lowered her head and drank her juice.
As Ron drank his juice, his mind was immersed in the description of the permanent buff.
As long as you put your heart into everything, you can get twice the result with half the effort!
If the host is serious about something and works hard for it, this buff can be activated and the result will be twice the result with half the effort.
" Double the results of my cultivation…"
Ron was starting to understand the effect of this permanent buff.
Take his swordsmanship practice as an example.
One day of swordsmanship practice will give you 10 swordsmanship experience points.
However, if he could activate this buff now.
Practicing swordsmanship for half a day would earn him 20 swordsmanship experience points!
"This is a useful buff. If I can make good use of it, it can greatly speed up my speed of becoming stronger.”
Ron thought, pleased.
"Ron, Ron,"
Guina's soft call brought him back to his senses.
"What's wrong?"
Ron looked up at her.
Guina lowered her head and whispered.
"The people at that table seem to be looking at us.”
Ron looked around and saw that it was true.
The four muscular men with tattoos all over their shoulders and faces were whispering to each other while drinking. They would laugh sinisterly from time to time and cast their gazes in their direction.
That gaze…was like looking at two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Ron's eyes instantly turned cold.
As if they had noticed his gaze, the four of them looked at each other.
Then, a bald-headed man wearing a singlet and bulging muscles stood up and walked over.
He walked to the table.
He slapped the table, leaned closer to Ron, and said fiercely,
"Little brat, what are you looking at? Do you know who I am? Do you believe that I will dig your eyes out?!”
"That kid is finished. He actually provoked that guy, Luther. I heard that he used to be a member of the Stigma Mountain Bandits.”
"He didn't provoke him, right? He only took a few glances. I think that fellow, Luther, is eyeing his money.”
The people at the table next to him whispered.
Ron glanced at the fierce-looking bald man in front of him, then turned to Guina and said,""Do you want to practice?"
Guina was stunned at first, but then her eyes lit up and she nodded at him.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The veins on the bald Luther's head bulged. The three companions at the table also said impatiently,"Still not done? Lut."
"It's just two little brats. Do they need to take so long?”
"Hurry up and get them to take out all the money.”
"I don't need you to tell me!"
The bald Lute said angrily. Then, his eyes turned vicious as he reached out to grab Ron, who had an indifferent expression on his face.
The waiter of the tavern came over with a face full of cold sweat.
"Erm, Mr. Rutt, it's better not to be rough in the tavern. Otherwise, I'll be scolded by the big sister again…"
"Get lost! I must teach this arrogant brat a lesson today!”
Bald Root turned away from him and continued to grab Ron.
Clang!
It was accompanied by the crisp sound of a sheath being unsheathed.
The bald Luther's hand that was grabbing the black-haired boy stopped in mid-air.
Under the gazes of everyone in the tavern.
A cold blade was pressed against the neck of the bald man named Root.
As for the one holding the saber hilt.
It was the slender girl with short blue hair.
Guina glanced sharply at the bald-headed Lute, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat.
"If you take another step forward, don't blame me for being rude.”
The bald Luther looked at the cold light reflected on the blade and could not help but swallow his saliva and take a few steps back.
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