Pleased to meet you, I'm Romuald

"System, raise the level of the peasant and swordsman classes to level 2."

Ding!

[10 gold coins subtracted]

[Peasant class increased by one level]

[Peasant class raised to level 2]

[+0.1 points added to physique]

Ding!

[20 gold subtracted]

[Swordsman class increased by one level]

[Swordsman class reached level 2]

[+0.2 points added to physique]

...

[Current Physique: 1.65 (+0.13)]

Maxime felt a mysterious power appear from nowhere in his body, it warmed his body as it ran through every organ, vein and bone in his body strengthening them drastically.

He smiled slightly and forced his way between the two men, shoving them ferociously.

This made the eyes of many people in the bar widen as these two men seemed to have strong muscle power, at least they were much stronger than ordinary soldiers.

But today a handsome young man with blond hair had easily pushed them.

Of course there was the fact that they were not prepared, but that already showed that the young man was not weak.

While Maxim was getting dangerously close to the man who had spilled the beer, Andrew who had kept his head down until now and was not aware of his surroundings began to laugh.

His laughter was getting louder by the second.

But after 5 seconds he stopped and got up from his chair, turning around.

The man with the beer met the glance of Andrew.

"So you're the little shit who spilled his beer on me?"

His angry voice carried through the bar spreading some excitement among the individuals in the bar.

Before the man could say anything, he saw Andrew's forehead coming dangerously close to him very quickly.

But thanks to his good reflexes, he dodged quickly, but to his horror, Andrew only thought to create a distance between them to take momentum and sent him a blow in the belly.

He didn't have time to get his guard up before receiving Andrew's destructive blow!

*Crack*

Without any doubt the rib cage of the man who spilled the beer had just been partially broken.

His face suddenly turned pale as he knelt in front of Andrew holding his stomach and wincing.

He felt a current rush down his throat but before he could evacuate anything, Andrew's knee came into his head knocking him out directly.

His heavy body made a deafening noise in the bar.

The customers who were waiting for a good show took a deep breath when they saw such a sight.

"Shit, this guy is completely finished."

"Hey, is that guy still alive after that?"

"What a scary sequence..."

"Haha he really took on the wrong person this time"

...

The murmurs in the bar followed one after the other, but no one dared to raise their voice...well except one person.

"Haha Andrew well done that!" commented Maxime aloud with a laugh.

"You took your time chief." replied Andrew but smiling.

The other members of the group woke up as they also reacted:

"Haha well done Andrew, I didn't think you were that strong already!" commented Ronny enthusiastically.

"Hey boss, did you see that too? Andrew got super strong!" continued Joe with a laugh.

"To knock this guy down in 2 moves you have to be strong" said Piedro with respect.

...

"These young people are mercenaries?" murmured a man with a scar on his right eye, which by the way was white. He was at the end of a rectangular table, where more than twenty men were sitting.

"Avenge Opo," he ordered the men beside him.

In a single movement, they all stood up and walked towards Andrew, Maxim and the rest of the saber-toothed tigers.

"Haha no worries chief, we'll teach those little brats a lesson!"

"It's been a while since we all got up together for a battle like this!"

"Hey there are only 9 of them, try to leave one for me guys!"

...

Noticing the noisy movement, the saber-toothed tiger mercenaries focused their attention on them.

"Hey chief, it's getting hot there isn't it?" asked James with a few drops of sweat.

He wasn't the only one, everyone could see that these men were mercenaries, and no doubt each of them had already taken lives on the battlefield.

This also meant that each of them was slightly better than well-trained ordinary soldiers!

But Maxime on the other hand was rather cheerful.

"No James, this is getting fun." declared Maxime with a slight smile.

He wasn't saying that because he was a battle nut, no even he could see that they were going to get slaughtered.

In this world as in the real world, it was hard with two hands to beat 4.

However if they could lay most of these guys out in front then their group would get a very good reputation!

Even if it wasn't, as long as they showed enough ferocity and cohesion then it will make people want to join them!

So it's all good since it will help him to recruit members more easily in the future and even the salaries asked will decrease, what a happiness!

Andrew stood next to Maxim, then without warning he ran off alone towards the mercenaries in front.

He had also understood the current situation very well, so he didn't waste time to react.

Thanks to the momentum he violently hit one of the mercenaries in front of him throwing him to the ground, who instantly spat out blood from the violent shock.

"Damn it get that brat!"

Andrew could not finish his opponent as several mercenaries attacked him.

But his comrades were also quick to arrive as they blocked the attacks for him and counterattacked.

Tables and stools were soon used as violence reigned supreme in the bar.

Blood soon covered the floor, both from Maxim's group and from the man with the white eye.

Also seeing this chaos, Romuald muttered to himself with a sigh:

"I guess I don't have a choice in receiving this beautiful chaos...Me who used to stop these fights is now part of it."

"How ironic."

His two hands rested on the two men who had previously blocked Maxim's path and who now had their backs to him.

Feeling the presence behind them, they turned curiously.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Romuald."

All they saw was a middle-aged man with a smiling face.

"Currently awaiting approval to join the saber-toothed tigers," he continued in the same tone.

The two gorillas were also quick to smile and introduce themselves:

"Urs of the bloody bears, nice to meet you."

"Iry of the bloody bears too, nice to meet you."

Romuald nodded gently at them in recognition and then landed an uppercut on the first of the two as a greeting.

However, Iry was quick to respond with a quick jab to Romuald's face, knocking him back.

"Haha not bad at all!" exclaimed Romuald with a hearty laugh.

"That was the thrill of the fight I had long since lost, and now I finally have it back! What fun!"

Then the 3 fighters began to clash violently.

The man with the white eye did not delay to notice them then murmured:

"Oh Romuald, the deputy chief of the guard is fighting with Urs and Iry and moreover he is not losing ground. That's both interesting and surprising. Would he have joined that bunch of brats?"