Cohen's face darkened, and he stepped aside to let the group of galloping knights pass by.

"What the hell, are you going to die in a hurry?" His body was completely covered in the dust brought by the horse's hooves. Cohen became even more unhappy, so he shouted loudly: "I'll fuck you..."

The knight at the end of the team turned around and glanced at Cohen, but instead of scolding him, he turned away and continued on his way.

"It seems that they may really be in a hurry!" Seeing Bai Ying looking at him with a reproachful look, Cohen smiled: "Otherwise, they will definitely turn around to defend their... dignity..."

"What a ridiculous topic." Bai Ying was completely defeated by him and lowered his head: "Let's get on our way!"

"Copy that!" Cohen pinched the horse's belly and continued to move forward.

After walking less than ten miles, he arrived at a small town. Cohen looked at his deflated water bag and luggage, and got off his horse in front of the only small shop. He had just tied the horse, but he saw a dozen people scattered on the roadside.

He looks like a laid-back samurai, but what kind of role is Cohen? A glance from the corner of his eye revealed that there was something wrong with their positioning. It was obviously an encirclement. Even the three carriages parked on the side of the road looked strange.

"Are these people here to find us?" Bai Ying's question was directly transmitted to Cohen's mind.

"No, their opponents should be in the store." Cohen responded calmly: "Let's see the excitement first."

Pulling up the curtain at the door, Cohen stepped into the store.

This store is relatively small, but well decorated. There are six square tables with exquisite workmanship in the store, and there are two single rooms separated in the back. The entire store is now packed with people - no, I can't say that all of them are.

People, as well as rare werewolves, barbarians, lizard people, and even people who Cohen didn't know who they were...

They were all warriors, some standing, some sitting, surrounding one of the single rooms in layers. Although the weapons were not unsheathed, they were placed in the most convenient position. Several waiters in the store huddled in the corners, moving.

Not even daring to move.

Cohen's entry into the store caused a sense of uneasiness among these people. For the first time, several people focused their unfriendly eyes on him. But who was Cohen? He walked to a table without even raising an eyebrow.

At a table full of samurai.

Following Cohen's footsteps, the eyes of several warriors have turned from unfriendly to hostile, and the intimidating momentum has evolved into fierce. But Cohen is very excited because he has not seen this kind of scene for a long time, such as fighting with gangsters.

I haven’t had a chance to review it since my reincarnation. It’s such a rare opportunity!

With a sound of "Bang!", Cohen first threw the rattan staff on the table. Several warriors at the table were startled, and their angry expressions were filled with confusion.

"Move." Cohen tilted his head slightly and gave an extremely arrogant look: "You're deaf! I tell you to move!"

"Kaka kaka..." There was a resounding sound all around, and almost all the warriors drew their weapons out.

Perhaps because he couldn't figure out Cohen's origin, or perhaps because he didn't want to cause trouble, an older warrior held down his companion's half-drawn sword and said, "Don't be too troublesome." Then he gave a wink to several people to get up and take the sword.

The table was given to this little bully who appeared out of nowhere.

"Is anyone in the store dead? If not, one of them will come out!" Cohen sat down in a dishonorable manner, continued to play the arrogant role, and continued to add weirdness to the tense atmosphere in the store: "Why don't you...

Greeting guests?"

A trembling waiter with a face as white as a sheet of paper carefully walked around the strong men and stood in front of Cohen. The poor guy was so frightened that his face was covered with sweat and his body was swaying.

"Guest, guest, what would you like to order?"

"Water, red wine, and food." Cohen glanced at the waiter and started to act weird: "I, I'm, well, well, well, so hungry now..."

Bai Ying was so angry that he almost fainted, and the anger of the warriors continued to rise. But Cohen was enjoying it, banging the table, kicking the bench, and shouting loudly, urging the waiter to bring things quickly.

"Oh! The food is not bad." Cohen grabbed the waiter's collar and dragged him over: "Be honest, did you spit in the food?"

When Cohen asked him fiercely, the waiter wanted to faint immediately: "No, I don't dare."

"Really? Did you put anything weird?"

The waiter had already determined that he was in the wrong profession: "Guest, we don't have...those things."

"Don't you have any poisons, intoxicants, aphrodisiacs or laxatives? There will always be the same ones, right? Honestly!"

The waiter was speechless and just shook his head. The warriors looked on coldly.

"None of them?" Cohen chuckled: "I do, do you want to buy some to use?"

After hearing Cohen's words clearly, the waiter's body twitched, his eyes rolled, and he finally fainted.

"It's so dizzy." Cohen let go of his hand, picked up the wine glass, and looked around with his eyes looking for trouble: "One bird fell into the water, fell into the water, that one fell into the water, two little birds fell into the water..."

"Fall into the water - I'll let you die!"

Among the group of warriors, someone finally couldn't stand Cohen. With a sharp sound, a dagger went straight to Cohen's throat.

Just as Cohen was about to give the frivolous warrior some color, someone coughed at the door, and the dagger froze in front of Cohen. The warrior glanced at the door, and then retreated submissively.

"What's wrong?"

"This magician is looking for trouble."

"Ignore it, where is the target?"

"In a single room."

"Kick him out."

"yes."

Cohen did not look back. The conversation coming from the door was enough for him to understand the situation. He stretched out exaggeratedly and watched the situation develop.

"People inside, come out! You will never run away this time!" A warrior who looked like a leader stood in front of the door curtain of the single room: "You will die sooner or later, I can give you a good time!"

There was no answer inside, and there was silence. The leader shouted again, and it was still the same...

"That's good." Cohen stuffed a large piece of meat in his mouth and clapped his hands vigorously: "You're so right - don't look at me like this! Important people can't be silent when they talk! You have to learn to behave...

…”

No one paid attention to him, although some were almost crazy with anger.

The leader stepped back and made a gesture. Several flying claws were thrown from several directions. The sharp metal claws penetrated the wall. Under the violent pull, the thin front wall was completely collapsed, and the bricks and stones fell to the ground.

, dust everywhere.

Cohen raised the wine glass with an "ouch", covered the rim of the glass with his left hand, and looked into the single room. At the same time, everyone's eyes were turned to the single room.
Chapter completed!