People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 405: Unlucky, skip 1 chapter

Roy ultimately took no action.

There is nothing else to it, just follow your heart.

He didn't dare to do anything in front of Qi Yan, let alone run to Xuantie to ask if he had the intention to commit suicide.

The atmosphere in the bar became a little weird.

The bald boss and the two uncles were doing their own things as usual, but their eyes kept glancing towards Qi Yan.

"Martin, another glass of Originium Bug Brew."

One of the two uncles, a Kuranta, raised his hand and greeted.

He had a thick prairie-style beard, and the scars on his nose and cheeks confirmed his legendary past without making him look ferocious.

The Ursus man next to him was similar to Anthony, with obvious bestial features in his appearance, as if he was a white bear wearing human clothes.

At this moment, White Bear looked at the Kuranta uncle and said jokingly:

"Old Fu, don't drink too much, or I'll have to carry you on my back later."

Old Fu glared at White Bear, took the wine glass handed over by Bald Martin, and whispered to the two of them:

"Koval, don't scream. And Martin, listen to me. My eyelids have been twitching since last night... I always feel like something big is going to happen."

"Have you finally reached the age of insomnia?" White Bear Koval immediately laughed.

Old Fu was so angry that his beard trembled, and he said angrily:

"I'm very alert. You don't understand. I was able to predict the attack of the artillery division just by the twitching of my eyelids!"

Seeing that Old F brought up his experience as a knight in the past, Koval and Martin both showed teasing expressions at the same time.

But the next moment, Martin seemed to realize something and his smile disappeared instantly.

An inexplicable aura surged in from the entrance of the bar.

The atmosphere in the bar was not lively to begin with and became even more depressing.

Roy turned his head carefully, not daring to let his movement affect Qi Yan's arm on his shoulder, and looked intently at the door.

He knew that the person he was waiting for had appeared.

Qi Yan didn't notice any strange aura, but he noticed the reactions of the people in the bar and turned to look at the door.

"Is it coming?" He said with a smile, "A special Kuranta like Pegasus, a race that followed the Nightmare Khan and beat up all over Terra. Nightmare."

As Qi Yan finished speaking, an ancient and melodious song came from the door.

A young man in armor walked into the bar from the door. In his hand was a long-handled scimitar, the blade flashing with a frighteningly cold light. What was even more strange was that he was wearing a scarlet helmet with a curved triangular loop on the face of the helmet, which continued to spread outward and eventually turned into several sharp horns pointing to the sky.

"Young hunter, embark on a journey to heaven."

"Start from the dream and go to the other side of gold."

Qi Yan quietly helped his sister translate this ballad sung in an ancient language.

Qi Lin glanced at him and said nothing.

Roy, who was standing aside, was feeling confused and uncertain.

The ancient language sung by the Nightmare had long been lost when the Nightmare Khan led his army and disappeared into the snowy plains of the northern border, and few people can still master it.

Just when Roy was shocked by Qi Yan's unfathomable knowledge, he heard Qi Yan add:

"This guy even comes with his own background music when he appears on stage, which is really cool. If he can add a few more lines of poetry, he can directly perform a puppet show."

Roy didn't understand at all.

But thanks to Qi Yan's previous translation, he immediately forced himself to write down the key words such as BGM, poetic number, and puppetry mentioned by Qi Yan.

This must be some history that has been lost in the long flow of time. It must be extraordinary to be remembered by a strong man like Qi Yan!

As soon as Qi Yan finished his complaints, Koval's complaints followed:

"Now when people come to a bar they have to sing their own opening song? Then what is the point of a jukebox?"

Bald Martin walked out from behind the counter holding a rag and came in front of the Nightmare. As he left the counter, the mechanical prosthesis on his right forearm was exposed to everyone's sight.

"Could it be that my remote little bar has really become lively thanks to the Lin Guang family? I have never seen a knight like you." Bald Martin said half-jokingly, "Don't you think so, Old Fu... Old Fu?"

Bald Martin wanted to joke with Old F and Koval as usual, but when he looked at Old F, he found that Old F had a serious expression, as if he had seen something extremely shocking.

Nightmare completely ignored Bald Martin and kept staring at Old F from the moment he entered the door.

Once again, an ancient language came from beneath his helmet.

Lao Fu's face completely changed color: "You...how do you know this name?"

Nightmare didn't answer.

The bar became deathly silent because of his silence.

Until a deliberately low voice sounded again:

"He said, Batbayar, fellow countryman, last descendant, why are you here... Um, why are you all looking at me?"

Qi Yan had just finished translating to his sister when he noticed that everyone in the bar was paying attention to him.

Roy smiled bitterly:

"My dear, everyone here is a top player. No matter how low your voice is, everyone can hear you."

Qi Yan smiled awkwardly and waved at Meng Yan repeatedly:

"Don't worry about me, I'm just an ordinary porter. I don't translate languages. I just do some porter work."

Nightmare was obviously confused.

But his doubts were far less than those of another person present.

Lao Fu stood up and walked to Nightmare, saying word by word:

"Answer me, how do you know that name?"

Nightmare withdrew his gaze from Qi Yan and continued to remain silent.

As the bar owner, Bald Martin seemed a little unwelcoming to this young man with a quirky personality and extraordinary aura.

He fiddled with his mechanical prosthesis and said forcefully:

"If you would like anything to drink, you can place your order with me. If nothing else, knights with weapons may not be very welcome here."

Nightmare didn't even look at Bald Martin. He examined Old F for a moment, then turned around and prepared to leave, leaving behind only an ancient language.

"He said he was sorry." Qi Yan translated immediately so that everyone present could understand.

Nightmare paused and turned to look at Qi Yan again.

But after confirming that Qi Yan was the real Rupert, he lost all interest and strode towards the door of the bar.

"Wait, don't leave in such a hurry!" Old Fu hurriedly chased after him.

Just as the two of them arrived at the door one after the other, two blonde women happened to walk in.

"Koval, Maria wants to borrow your workshop... eh?"

Sofia rushed into the store with a gust of fragrance and almost bumped into Nightmare.

"Sister Zofia, slow down." Maria followed closely behind, almost bumping into Zofia's back, "Why did you stop suddenly? What happened?"

She poked her head out from behind Zofia, just in time to see Nightmare's weird helmet, and was visibly startled.

Zofia looked at the nightmare in front of her with a sharp gaze:

"You are... Nightmare Chaser, the rising star of this tournament who made a name for himself in the tournament.

What are you doing here? Are you here to get information about Maria and Margaret?"

Nightmare stared at the chattering Zofia without blinking, his eyes moving over her long golden hair, as if confirming something.

Soon, he understood what he wanted to know.

Sophia had no idea what was going to happen to her. Like a hen protecting her chicks, she said stubbornly:

"If you want to get any information from here, then..."

"Noisy!"

Nightmare interrupted Zofia's words with a low growl, and without warning raised the long-handled scimitar in his hand and chopped it down.

The sharp edge reached Sofia's forehead in the blink of an eye, and continued to chop down with unabated momentum.