Mercenary System: I can increase innate potential !-Chapter 48: Impatience

Behind the bald man, a few of the women accompanying the group of men seemed very excited by the situation as she laughed and mocked the group of young men.

"Hey look Samantha, do you think they escaped from their parent’s house?"

"Haha I don’t know, but from the looks of their young faces Outa is going to have a field day with them!"

"Ohhh stop laughing at them girls, otherwise when they get home they’ll be traumatized!" exclaimed a third woman, laughing shamelessly too.

The women’s laughter echoed around the tavern, which had fallen silent since the waitress had fallen to the floor.

It made Outa’s face proud and happy.

He loved being the center of attention.

Maxime finally looked up at the troublemakers.

Seeing Outa and his friends’ faces and the waitress on the floor, Maxime sighed slightly.

"I’ll be right back."

With that sentence out of the way, Maxime rose from his wooden chair.

"Oh, the young man is angry," Outa commented, laughing loudly.

However, the next moment his face suddenly turned red as he lost all sensation of weightlessness.

The young man in front of him had lifted him with one hand and was crushing his throat.

Without waiting, he was slapped repeatedly by the left hand of the blond young man in front of him.

"That’s for disturbing the atmosphere in the tavern."

"This one’s for pushing our waitress."

"This is for disturbing my meal."

"This one’s for me giving you lessons."

"And this one’s just for fun, because it’s kind of nice."

Seeing the bald man begin to lose consciousness, Maxime finally let go after a few seconds.

The latter was unable to stand, and sprawled on the floor before the astonished eyes of the tavern’s guests.

At the same time, Outa’s friends noticed the sword hanging from Maxime’s waist.

"Shit, we just ran into a badass."

"Let’s go, boys."

Without delay, they left the tavern carrying Outa with them.

Maxime shook his head and sat back down at the table.

He continued to eat and drink, but his good mood had been spoiled and the food didn’t taste the same.

Andrew, Terry, Ernest, Rodrigo and Piedro seemed equally affected.

They left the tavern a few minutes later, under the curious gaze of the remaining guests and the sound of low masses.

Outside, a fresh breeze greeted Maxime and his comrades, positively cheering their mood.

"There should still be time to go and see the Baron, let’s go, boys."

But as soon as Maxime finished his sentence, a team of soldiers came towards them.

Being in the town’s main square, many people were attracted by the movement.

"Halt!"

Hearing these firm words, Maxime really began to lose his patience.

"Guys, I think I’m going to lose it."

Hearing these words, Andrew and the others looked at each other, then nodded in agreement.

They stepped forward in front of Maxime, offering only their backs for their leader’s view.

"We told you not to cause trouble, and less than two hours later I hear you’ve suffocated a man in a tavern!"

The chief guard at the city gate was surprisingly here.

"Enough chatter, our chief was provoked and he simply retaliated. We’re off to see the baron now, don’t bother us," Andrew replied in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

The chief of the guard was stunned.

He knew these people had to go to the Baron, but no matter how important the matter, they were just mercenaries, weren’t they?

To him, mercenaries were just cannon fodder in the face of the might of knights and nobility.

"Stay here! We’ll take you to the public security station.

He was rather pleased when he said this, despite his firm face."

He thought that by acting this way, he would improve the Baron’s image and authority in an indirect way.

"I’d advise against it," Andrew replied simply.

He glanced at Maxime behind him, who was looking increasingly impatient.

"Keep stopping us, and you won’t be able to see daybreak tomorrow," Andrew continued.

Unfortunately, the head of the guard didn’t seem to want to hear anything.

Instead, he seemed very annoyed that his own authority was being challenged.

"Stop them immediately! Use force if necessary!" shouted the chief guard to the 20 men accompanying him.

The latter immediately ran towards the saber-toothed tigers.

"Try not to kill them," Andrew simply advised the others, before rushing towards the guards.

"Ok vice-captain." replied Ernest with slight annoyance.

"This kind of thing is really boring," added Rodrigo, shaking his head.

"They don’t realize they’ve just escaped death, yet they still come here." sighed Terry.

"It makes you wonder how they’ve managed to keep their heads on their shoulders until now," commented Piedro, quickly rolling his eyes while doing some stretching.

Seconds later, everyone began to fight.

Andrew simply ran up to 2 random guards, grabbed one on each side and tackled them to the ground.

These two guards experienced for the first time a tackle made with the strength of an apprentice knight, and spat blood as they hit the ground.

Andrew quickly got to his feet and kicked some nearby guards.

Ernest was more restrained, relying instead on his agility and using a few small techniques to knock his opponents to the ground.

Terry was more mischievous, getting the soldiers in each other’s way before sending in a few quick jabs.

Despite his diminutive stature, Terry had the explosive power of an elite soldier.

Each flippant blow was like a fist sent full power by an ordinary adult.

Piedro didn’t bother to dodge the blows; he picked up a guard and threw him at several of his comrades.

They all fell to the ground confused.

Rodrigo played much more violently, throwing straight punches with all his might.

With the third guard still on the ground after a single movement, the other guards took fright.

"What, that’s it? Even an old man over 70 is more courageous and robust than you," Rodrigo laughed.

Of course, he was thinking of Organ, who had stayed at the camp.

Within thirty seconds, some fifteen soldiers were on the ground, and the remaining five stayed by the head guard’s side, fearing they’d end up like their colleagues.

"Chief, these mercenaries are far too strong for us!" whispered one of the soldiers discreetly.

Fear could still be seen in his eyes.

The man in charge of the guards was equally intimidated and didn’t know how to react.

Feeling the stares of all the citizens, shopkeepers and storytellers present in the public square, the head of the guards felt his face burn.

"Dad!"

Hearing the familiar cry, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Henry, you’re just in time!"

"Your father has met with some evildoers, can you help me subdue them?"

A cocky-looking young man, wearing a light knight’s outfit with a sword hanging from his waist approached.

When he’d turned 15, he’d been given the chance to test his knightly talent, and it turned out he did indeed have it!

Although it was only a low-level talent, it came dangerously close to the middle level.

This made him a minor genius within the barony.

"Wow that’s Henry!"

"Henry?"

"Don’t you know him?"

"They say he’s one of the few talents who could become a knight within the next 10 years!"

The crowd gathered more and more, watching the excitement.

Henry had indeed lived up to the expectations of the Baron and the knights, and had just recently broken through to the rank of apprentice knight. He planned to celebrate with his friends.

Just then, he saw his father and his men in trouble against a small group of mercenaries.

With his strength and that of his 4 friends, he was confident he could help his father.

After all, among them was even an apprentice knight in the early stages of success!

The rest were also strong men, all training to become apprentice knights!

They far exceeded the strength of a standard elite soldier.

"Of course dad, as an apprentice knight, my duty is also to ensure the public safety of the territory!"

The head guard breathed a sigh of relief, then threatened Andrew and the others.

"I advise you to kneel down immediately and apologize!" he threatened immediately.

But Andrew and the others didn’t budge an inch.

Maxime remained behind without saying a word, his face impassive.

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But he himself knew how much he was holding back his anger at that moment.

Henry, seeing that the criminals weren’t cooperating, lunged straight at Ernest and sent a kick towards his face.

But to his surprise, the "ordinary" mercenary easily blocked the kick.