"Stop, let go of that man!"
As George was about to strike back and give the three ruffians a lesson, leaving them with disabilities so they would never dare to be malicious again.
An angry voice came from behind the three ruffians.
George twisted his head to look over and saw a young, beautiful, energetic Nordic girl standing there with a righteous indignation looking over at them.
"Camila, it's none of your business. I advise you not to interfere!"
The leader of the ruffians saw the girl trying to stop him and narrowed his eyes, daring to meet her gaze defiantly.
"Or don't blame us for not being kind to you."
Camila walked over, drew a magical dagger from her waist, and stood in front of George:
"The reputation of Haomu Town is ruined by you bunch of scoundrels. I've been wanting to teach you a lesson for a long time."
"Hmph, you're brave this time. Wait and see what happens next!"
The leader of the thugs, seeing Camila draw out the dagger, his face changed rapidly, and at last, he turned around with his two underlings and left.
They weren't afraid of Camila, as the skills she had shown by catching fish along the river were just beginner's level. There was nothing worth being scared of.
But her brother was different. He was the owner of the only trading firm in Haomu Town, and he was a well-known figure in the town.
Furthermore, Camila had many suitors, and it was inevitable that she would be scolded by them if she were to anger any of them.
Especially that Elvin archer named Fendal, who was said to be a quite strong adventurer. He could easily take down the three of them with just one hand.
So it's not worth offending Camila for a stranger, or for dozens of Septainis, as it would be too expensive.
"It's definitely not the original."
As Camila drove off the three thugs, George's gaze fixated on the two smooth, straight, long legs below her.
Nordic people generally have taller bodies, including women.
Camila's height was close to 1.9 meters, much taller than the Blightonians, who were typically shorter.
So the long legs looked particularly prominent.
However, George's attention was not on the straight and beautiful legs, but on the clothes on them.
Normally, according to the original version, in any town, the clothing worn by ordinary people is generally conservative.
In George's memory, Camila was wearing a normal corseted outfit, with the skirt covering her feet, only exposing a little bit of her shoulder bones.
However, now, the outfit Camila was wearing was, although outwardly a corseted outfit, obviously modified for a better fit. It was almost the same as a body-hugging skirt.
The bare legs were completely exposed, looking extremely sexy.
This effect is usually only found in integrated packaging.
Therefore, he could now make a preliminary judgment that this world is definitely the Upset Scroll after the MOD.
"Friend, is everything alright?"
Having driven off the three thugs, Camila slightly triumphantly turned her head to look at George.
Her dream was always to be an adventurer, but her brother refused. She was quite eager to beat up those three thugs and prove her strength.
Unfortunately, the three thugs were cowards.
"It's okay, thank you, miss Camila."
George nodded with a smile.
He didn't need saving, but since the girl had helped, he naturally wouldn't be ungrateful.
"How about I treat you to a drink?"
"No, I need to discuss something with my brother. My family owns a trading firm, so if you need any supplies, you can come to our firm."
Camila waved her hand, having done some advertising for her family's trading firm on the side, and then turned around to leave.
George didn't continue to persuade her, but nodded in agreement and walked towards the Sleeper Giant Inn.
Camila was the most beautiful girl in the town. If he had tried to keep her, others might have thought he had some inappropriate intentions.
Anyway, he was going to the trading firm tomorrow to pick up the Golden Dragon Claws mission, which would count as a repayment.
As he pushed open the door and walked into the Sleeper Giant Inn, the first thing that caught his eye was a Nordic youth playing the guitar and singing, surrounded by a few drinking locals.
Since it was not yet completely dark, there were not many people drinking.
"Sir, are you here for a meal or for lodging?"
A sturdy Blightonian middle-aged woman, seeing George as a stranger walking into the inn, came up skillfully to ask him.
George glanced at the woman:
"I need both."
The innkeeper in front of him was not an ordinary person, but one of the leaders of the Hidden Blade Society, whose strength among humans cannot be underestimated.
The Sleeper Giant Inn was also a secret base for the Hidden Blade Society to gather intelligence.
The Hidden Blade Society originated from the Guardian of Draco in the Second Era. After Emperor Leman, a dragon-blooded emperor, established the Second Empire, they had long served as his bodyguard organization.
At the end of the Third Era, after Martin Septhin sacrificed himself in the Eternity Crisis, the dragon-blooded line of the imperial emperors was extinguished. The Hidden Blade Society, no longer serving as a bodyguard organization subordinate to the empire, turned into an underground organization.
Nowadays, because of the Platinum Treaty, they have become the discarded offspring of the empire and are no longer officially recognized.
But that didn't concern him, as he had no interest in the Hidden Blade Society or the slaying of dragons. That was the mission of dragon-blooded people.
If he got involved, he would immediately catch the attention of the Dragon God Aka.
"Ten yuan for a room. For food, here's the menu."
The innkeeper led George to the counter and handed him a list of the inn's beverages.
George glanced at it and casually ordered some drinks and dishes, then paid the total of fifty Septim for the food and lodging.
"The singing is quite good."
George found a table to sit down, waiting for the food he ordered to arrive. While eating, he watched the Nordic youth, who was also a minstrel, perform.
He knew the youth's name was Swann, known as the worst servant, but his singing was indeed good, and his guitar playing was also very skilled.
Well, since he is just a minstrel, it's quite normal for him to be ordinary.
As the time passed, more and more guests arrived at the inn.
By the end, most of the local residents from the town had gathered here.
Without television or any other source of entertainment, their biggest form of enjoyment at night was gathering here to drink, chat, and listen to music.
However, there were not always harmony among them. For example, the town's hunter Fendal almost beat up the minstrel Swann.
The reason was that both men were pursuing Camila, the sister of the boss of the Haomu Town trading firm, the Nord beauty who had just saved George.
Around midnight, after the guests dispersed and returned home, George also went to sleep in his rented room.
His body no longer needed sleep, so he appeared to be sleeping, but in reality, he was moving his main consciousness to another aspect to study magic.
With no words exchanged through the night, George had breakfast at the inn early the next morning and then arrived at the door of Haomu Town's trading firm.
