Surrounded by more than 20 or 30 beggars, these people knelt in front of Hawke and Link. Although they looked cowardly in their eyes, they refused to leave.

The alley was very quiet, and Hawke looked around the beggars and frowned: "You just said, I hope I can lead you to have a meal, why do you think this way?"

The middle-aged beggar smiled and said, "You two big men have been wandering here for a while. We have watched you never afford to eat, but now you can buy furniture and buy a house. So I think, you two big men must have a way to make us full. We don't have any other ability, just be obedient. As long as you can make us full, you are willing to do whatever you two will let us do."

The noise on the street came faintly from outside the corner of the alley. The beggars knelt on the ground with a serious expression that was almost pious.

Link was a little moved. He looked at Hawk, as if he was about to say something.

But at this moment, Hawke suddenly sneered, reached out to pull the collar of the middle-aged beggar who was talking, and lifted the latter hard.

Then he bumped heavily into the wall of the alley.

After a thud, the middle-aged beggar's face twisted in pain. He grabbed Hawke's hands hard, trying to twist them away so that he could get out of the air.

But he is just a beggar who has not enough food all year round, while Hawke is a professional. Although his level is very low, he is not something that a beggar can compete with.

From Hawke lifting the beggar up to hitting the wall, these two movements were too fast.

When the others reacted, most of the beggars on their knees ran away immediately, and many others were so scared that they got up from the ground and ran to the distance. Link stared at Hawke with his eyes.

He didn't understand why Hawke was bullying a beggar, but as a good friend, he didn't ask much about it.

The beggar who was being held was getting more and more difficult to breathe, and soon his face turned red. Hawke raised his hand with one hand and asked coldly: "Who taught you what you said just now? You are a beggar, and you can't say such organized words. If you have such ability, at least you can eat enough and you don't need to be a beggar at all."

The beggar shook his head vigorously.

"I don't want to say it, right?" Hawke's face was a little ferocious, and he held the beggar and hit the wall hard.

After a thud, the beggar's face turned pale and turned red again. He began to cough hard, then shook his head hard at a faster speed, and his hands seemed to be leaning against Hawke's hands.

"Although I don't want to say it?" Hawke acted as if he was holding the beggar and hit the wall again.

Hearing this, the beggar struggled even more powerfully.

At this time, Link spoke out: "Hawk, he may have been stuck in his neck by being jammed, unable to speak or breathe."

"I know, I did it on purpose." Hawke threw the beggar on the ground, then half-squatted down, and said with a gloomy smile: "A beggar like you can't say what you said just now. Who taught you how to say this?"

The beggar was gasping for breath and looked at Hawk in horror. When his body was not so hypoxia, he immediately sat on the ground and kicked his legs and moved his body back. Unfortunately, Hawk stepped on his calves and fixed him to the ground.

"Ah, my legs, please let go!" The beggar screamed.

Hawke was unmoved. He said coldly: "In the past two months, I have killed no three hundred people, and at least two hundred. It's not too much more than you. If you don't tell me who asked you to come to me, don't think about walking out of this alley alive."

As he spoke, Hawke continued to force his legs.

The beggar screamed, and he could even faintly hear the sound of his bones cracking.

The middle-aged beggar was not the kind of person with a firm will. He immediately cried: "I said, I said, please let me go."

Hawke withdrew his legs and condescendingly, as if looking down at a bed bug: "Say."

"It's Captain Lusian of the City Guard."

After the middle-aged beggar finished speaking, he stood up and ran. He ran back while running. Seeing that Hawk was not chasing him, he ran faster.

Looking at the beggar's back as he ran away, Hawk's expression became even more gloomy.

The sun was scorching, but the atmosphere in the alley was a little cool. Link sighed, stroked the long broken hair on his forehead, and said lightly: "He asked the beggars to join us, what do you want to do... Trouble things one by one, let's change places to develop, Hawke. Anyway, we have a few gold coins now, hire a better carriage and travel to other cities together."

Link's voice seemed a little soft and a little looking forward to it when he spoke at the back.

But Hawke shook his head: "No, if we just leave like this, what's the difference between it and the bereaved dog."

"But we seem to be targeted by the nobles." Link looked a little tired: "But I just want to be happy and play the game easily. I don't want to play the game into a pure battle online game that keeps killing."

"Link, you're too naive." Hawke shook his head: "Even if we go to the next city, we will encounter similarities as we are now."

Link pursed his lips and said with a weak expression: "But when we go to a new city, we can find ways to establish a good relationship with the nobles. Just like Roland."

Hawke was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

At this time, Roland walked out of the corner, and he said as he walked, "I have not established a good relationship with the nobles in advance."

Hawke and Link were surprised when they saw Roland.

Roland saw their expressions and smiled and said, "I want to come and ask you some things, but I didn't expect to see a good show."

Hawke put away his surprised expression and said, "Don't stand at the door, go into the room and talk."

The three of them entered the house and sat down, and Link brought a glass of boiling water.

Although it is in the game, Link seems to bring in real habits.

After taking a sip, Roland said, "Then the topic just now, I did not have a good relationship with the nobles."

Link sat aside and said, "But you entered the Magic Tower."

"The caster has privileges. Although he is not a noble, he has a high status." Roland explained: "And the most important thing is that not only the nobles target you, I should also be within their range of attacks, but I have not acted for the time being."

Hawke and Link immediately remembered the invitation to the ‘banquet’. Both of them sighed.

Thinking of the last name he said just now, Hawke asked: "Roland, what do you think of the name he said just now?"

"It is not ruled out that it is a trick of killing two birds with one stone. If you accept those beggars, you will be burdened. You have to take care of them. If you don't do it well, you will be blamed, and you will be placed by others with chess pieces by your side." Roland thought for a while and said, "If you go directly to the team leader now, it may be the same as the person behind the scenes' wishes..."

Hawke nodded: "I think so too... Damn, we have too little intelligence and know nothing about the division of power, organizational territory, etc., even if we want to do a basic situation deduction, it will be difficult."

"It's not difficult," Roland smiled: "It's better to use the trick. How about you really organize those beggars? Of course, the beggars just now cannot be asked. Anyway, you two are from the great guilds, so you should have certain organizational and mobilization capabilities. The intelligence capabilities of beggars should be not bad."

"You mean, let's build a Beggar's Sect?"
Chapter completed!