Chapter 121: The victim

Soon, the cranky Clark, even the spear, became vain and weak, and there was no murder.
I sighed, took the opportunity to grab the body of the spear, pulled it hard, snatched the spear from his hand, and threw it aside.
He was as stupid as he didn't even pick up the spear. He just stared at his hands, staring in a daze.
"Can you still fight?" I took the knife, stepped back and asked.
Clark didn't respond, just like a clay puppet, he just kept looking at his hands, and those hands were shaking constantly.
Seeing his appearance, I was very bored and impatient: "You give me a word, can you still fight? If you fight, you pick up the spear and let's continue; if you don't fight anymore, call that check, What are you looking for?"
Charles on the side, seeing Clark defeated by such an understatement, was so frightened that he heard me calling him, ah, and then cautiously said: "My name is Charles."
"Yes, that's Charles, tell him to return the breastplate to me."
My voice was loud, but Clark was always there, motionless, as if he didn't even listen to what I said. He just wailed his hands as if he had a cerebral thrombosis.
"Hey, what I call you, the one with the golden hair!" Frowning, I shouted at Clark.
"How...how..." Clark repeated these words as if he was crazy.
"Hey, you have a reply."
"How come!" Clark suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, with countless bloodshot eyes, full of violence and madness!
"How could I lose to you, to someone like you!" Clark roared at me like a crazy cockfight.
"Hey, I said, aren't you sick here?" Raising my hand, I pointed to my head.
"Kill you, I'm going to kill you!" Clark turned sideways, picked up the spear that fell on the ground, picked up the tip of the spear, and killed him.
This time, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength, spearhead dancing faster and faster, but it also became more chaotic-he had lost his reason.
"It's stupid to fight if you can't beat it," I said while using the sword to bounce off the stabbing attacks one by one.
However, the irrational Clark is like a machine that has lost control. As long as his stamina is not completely exhausted, he will never stop this crazy attack.
After four or five minutes of fighting with a knife and a spear, Clark's offensive finally faded, and weak and weak. Without a few moves, he saw sweat and panting, and he didn't need to look to know that his physical strength was about to Exhausted.
Finally, when Clark’s spearhead was bounced away by me again, he no longer had any strength, and even his crazy eyes became weak and weak.
When he yelled, his spear fell to the ground, and then his body fell weakly.
"One more act" I cut, looked sharply at Charles, and walked towards him step by step: "Can you return my breastplate now?"
This time, Charles did not retreat, nor did he run away. Instead, he stood still in horror, his legs trembling constantly.
Just when I was less than two meters away from Charles, a swordsman wearing heavy armor forcibly tore open a hole in the crowd of onlookers and walked over in full style.
This person is very burly and full of blond hair, but unlike Clark, his appearance is not handsome, at best he is ordinary, but there is no vain color in his eyes, but with a domineering look, which is the same as before. Clark, who is downplaying and lying down, is completely different. At first glance, he is a veteran adventurer.
He is not walking fast, but he is very steady, wishing he could step on a footstep every step.
Behind him, there were two adventurers, a man and a woman. The man wore a white priest's robe. He was very thin and tall, with a persistent smile on his face. The woman looked pretty. , But with a frosty face, wearing a magic robe, the robe splits from the thigh down, and with every step, most of the white thighs will be exposed, attracting the attention of the onlookers.
I turned my head to look at Charles, this guy is now not looking at me, but turned to stare at the people coming, instead of dissipating, the fear in his eyes has increased a lot.
"My name is Harold, I'm the captain of the city's moat." Harold didn't even look at Charles, but turned to me and said, "Why are you fighting here?"
"He took my breastplate, I came to him to ask for it," I pointed to Charles.
"Is that so?" Harold turned to Charles.
"No, no...I didn't take it!" Charles stubbed his neck and refused to admit it alive.
"Do you have any IOUs or the like that can prove that he took evidence of your breastplate?" Harold turned to me and asked.
"There is no evidence." I shook my head: "But there is one witness."
I yelled to Mi Lulu, "Get your uncle out, I need help."
Mi Lulu responded and was about to go in to catch Pachi, but was stopped by Harold: "Even if a witness is found, there is no way to prove that what he said is true. What I need is evidence, like contract 1. Kind of stuff."
"Uh..." I was in trouble and scratched my head: "Mi Lulu, go and ask Paqi if there was a loan contract or something when the breastplate was taken away?"
Mi Lulu responded, walked in, and then came out, shook her head towards me.
"I'll go. I haven't signed such an important thing. I'm considered to have taken it." With a helpless groan, I turned to Harold and said, "I don't have any evidence."
"Then there is no way," Harold said: "You must pay attention to evidence in everything. Without evidence, I can't help."
"It's unlucky enough" I spit, and said to Charles: "I tell you, I will try not to let me run into you in the future, otherwise I will see you hit you once!"
Charles was obviously frightened by what I said. He pointed at me tremblingly and said to Harold: "Ha, Lord Harold, look at him... he threatens me!"
Harold ignored him at all, but stared at me. Seeing that I turned to leave, he said, "Wait a minute, please stay. We still haven't settled the accounts."
"What's the bill?" I scratched my head: "I don't remember anyone owed money."
"It's not about money." Harold pointed to Clark who was lying on the ground, and said to me: "You have defeated the captain of the moat in the city of Ai. I need an explanation about this."
"Which... is there any explanation?" I defended: "Besides, it was his first hand. I am still the victim!"
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