No one knows the news and rumors in town better than Huck - in fact, Huck is not a person who likes to listen to all kinds of news, but as the owner of the 'Snow Bear House', he doesn't need to listen to any news at all, just stand at the back of the bar, and the drinkers who are talking in the lobby will 'sù' him.

Among them was the news of the young man in front of him.

Of course, Huck wouldn't have believed those people - he was basically listening to them as jokes, some kind of bastard, knight of the Central Knights, or something.

In Huck's opinion, it's a joke.

The only thing he had some belief in was the heir to some nobleman, or rather...... Bastards and stuff like that.

After all, only in this way will the other party be in line with the identity that appears here.

However, the battle just now made Huck doubt his guess, especially when he saw the mud-stained uniform of the Central Knights, this suspicion became a fact - compared to the natives of Tyre, Huck who had a 'knight's baptism' was undoubtedly quite knowledgeable, although the 'knight's baptism' failed, but it did not prevent him from seeing some big people.

He clearly remembered that the captain of the Central Knights was wearing a similar uniform at that time.

Really from the Central Knights?!

Huck thought in surprise in his heart, and at the same time saw Dean walking towards him, the innkeeper also took two steps forward, and said with a characteristic boldness: "Thank you for your help!" ”

"No need to thank - they have me among their targets, I'm just cleaning myself of some more enemies!"

Dean waved his hand and pointed to the other two corpses that were dragged over by his subordinates, and when Huck saw the wounds on the throats of the two corpses, he subconsciously looked at the wounds of the corpses not far from his feet, which were also in the throat, and the wounds were not deep or shallow, but they were enough to kill with one blow.

Undoubtedly, this is a good hand with a sword - people who only know how to fight with brute force are just beginners, and those who really enter the threshold are those who know how to reasonably distribute their strength, and they will not use a little more, nor a little less.

In the same way, Huck did so, but only after his right arm was cut off.

However, it is precisely because of this understanding that Huck will look more seriously with the young man in front of him, because he knows how difficult it is to achieve such a chengdù, and many knights who have been 'baptized as knights' cannot achieve a similar chengdù, such as the captain of Potts.

At the thought of Potts, Huck already felt a little more grateful to Dean.

Looking at the respectful gazes of those boys, he knew that the young man in front of him was definitely not a cowardly guy who was full of selfishness, coupled with that quite good sword skills, Huck couldn't help but smile, because he knew that the Knights of Fecharon had a good leader.

So Huck went straight to his own invitation-

"You're just cleaning up your enemies, but you've helped me - so I think you should go to my inn and clean up...... It is not etiquette to go to see the Baron in the mud! ”

"Gladly!"

And Dean, who already has thoughts about Huck, naturally will not refuse.

Inside the inn, as Dean and Huck entered, the frightened merchants finally breathed a sigh of relief - at least, the presence of these two, especially the latter, was enough to prove their safety, although they didn't really like to be with the grumpy innkeeper in normal times, but now they were willing to be close to the innkeeper.

"You guys, keep drinking bars, those guys have been disposed of!"

Huck looked at the hesitant merchants who wanted to come over, and waved his hand - he didn't have time to pay attention to these fellows now, because he saw the young man's right arm, which was a little unnatural; It is clear that the young man was not unscathed in the previous fight.

However, what is so strange about this, the sudden attack of the other party, and the help of the crossbow, even he almost died, let alone a young man.

"Follow me, I've got medicine and bandages here!"

Huck gestured as friendly.

Dean followed without refusal, and entered Huck's room, a small room, with a large bed that could fit Huck's entire body, and a wardrobe, where the weapon rack and armor stand stood out.

On the weapon rack, a double-edged battle axe was placed there.

Armor is added, and a set of busts is neatly arranged.

Both of them have been wiped unusually brightly, and it can be seen that the owner is wiping and maintaining them from time to time.

"That's my old weapons and armor!"

Huck, who had taken out the bandages and wound medicine from the lower level of the wardrobe, saw Dean's looking at it, and said not only a little lonely; However, the next moment, he laughed and patted the long sword on his waist with his only left hand: "However, I still have combat power now!" ”

"Well, those guys only sent two people out of me when they dealt with me, but here you are four - and I only caused the riot in the first place, and you are the real target!"

Dean nodded, taking the bandage and the medicine.

"However, in the end, those guys were killed by you and your people, which shows that they underestimated you too much...... Do you need me to take care of your uniform? ”

Once again, Huck showed his boldness.

"Thank you very much!"

Dean responded with aristocratic reserve, even though he wanted to be more natural, but he had to continue to disguise himself for the sake of future plans.

After taking off the uniform, a wound about four inches or so appeared on the right arm, not very wide, but it was already bloody, and it looked deep.

In fact, Dean was very careful about this blow to himself, the wound only looked a little deep, but in fact it was not a big deal at all.

That's right, that's what Dean himself did.

As for why?

Of course, for the position of the head of the Knights of Fecharon.

However, it is definitely not to pretend to be pitiful and win sympathy, he just needs a time, a time to improve his strength quickly, so that he can reach the real 'knightly strength', after all, the head of the knight order anywhere, at least the level of knight, this is recognized by everyone.

Although there was no explicit clause, Dean did not want this to be an excuse for others to attack him—and, Dean figured out that many people around Baron Tyre would be happy to see it; It's not because of any entanglement of interests, it's just because of simple schadenfreude.

This is the despicability of human nature, which Dean has already learned.

The bandage was fastened in a triangular pattern, and began to be divided into left and right interspersed to cover the wound with the wound - a common bandaging method in the army, which Dean had studied specifically during his time in the Central Knights, and then "consolidated" and "reviewed" on countless battlefields.

The bandage was gentle but never loose against the wound on his right arm, and Dean used his left hand and teeth to cooperate, just as he had done after countless battles.

When the wound was completely covered, Dean was able to make a clean knot with just his left hand.

[Acquisition: Bandaging Lv1]

And when the bandage knot appeared, a hint appeared on Dean's character panel - under the empty general skill slot, the skill [Bandaging Lv1] appeared.

Dean was slightly stunned - according to his experience, general skills are not limited by professional level, that is to say, they can be quickly improved with experience, but each general skill needs a long time of practice before it can appear and be recognized by the system; At least, in his memory, when [Bandaging Lv1] appeared, he bandaged himself or his comrades no less than three hundred times.

But now......

"It seems that I should fully understand the difference between the current system and the memory!"

Dean frowned slightly, and groaned softly.

After all, if [Bandaging Lv1] appears, then [Medicinal zuòLv1] should also appear; After all, he had concocted those paralyzing potions more than once before.

Then, Dean seemed to be a little different.

Before, when he was bandaging, he seemed to have entered a certain state - silent in the bandaging after countless injuries!

"Maybe ......"

A guess came straight to Dean's mind, and it made him excited again.

Because, if this guess is correct, then he will improve his strength at a faster rate - or, more accurately, 'reinvigorate'.

Of course, this requires countless realizations.

And obviously, now is not the time.

Huck took the simple uniform, pushed the door and walked in, the mud on the uniform had been washed off, and it was also dried, but there was no more time to iron, it looked a little wrinkled, and Huck looked a little embarrassed with such a crumpled clothes.

After all, he knew what they were going to do in a while, and what the consequences would be if they wore such a uniform.

"Why don't we get another one? I may have ...... here."

"Our body type...... Maybe you know a tailor who can cut in 10 minutes? ”

Dean gestured to the size of both sides.

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