Facing the man who raised his scimitar and rushed over, Julius also pulled out the weapon at his waist and made a defensive posture. However, he did not really have the intention to kill the other party – feelings were very important. He could feel the malice from the approaching man, but there was no killing intent.
The other party rushed over like a hungry wolf, but Julius did not panic, nor did he make a mistake in his judgment.
When the scimitar came down on his shoulder, Julius blocked the blade and moved it to the side.
The man's forward posture was not stable. After being blocked by Julius, his body staggered and slid to the side of Julius.
When Julius passed by him, he aimed the scimitar at the back of the man's head and hit him hard, knocking him to the ground.
The man, who originally had nothing to do with Julius, fell to the ground. After letting out a muffled groan, he did not get up again.
Julius turned the scimitar in his hand and glanced at the man who fell to the ground.
In the beginning, although he was not used to the scimitar given to him by Lulunaka, after getting used to it, this curved weapon was very useful. It could easily deflect other people's weapons, and it could also easily leave wounds on other people's bodies.
As long as it was slashed on a person's body, it would certainly leave a painful mark.
In all aspects, it was a strange and fierce weapon, and the soldiers of this country were all using this kind of thing.
While Julius was admiring New Moon's weapons, the man who dragged him into this muddy water came back.
He walked toward Julius and clapped his hands, "What an amazing skill. I thought you would fight with this idiot … so that I could escape."
Julius looked at the person who dragged him into this trouble.
The person in front of him was undoubtedly a man. He was wearing a robe, and his head was wrapped tightly with a scarf. Only a pair of eyes could be seen.
His eyes were very spirited, and Julius could clearly see two rays of light under the scarf.
This may be a bit exaggerated, but Julius felt so.
"Where's the other person?"
Julius remembered that the man was chased by two men. One of them rushed towards him and was knocked to the ground. What about the other one?
"I left in a direction where he would never be able to find me. By the time he realized what was going on, I was already far away in the opposite direction."
The man shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, "But his companions are still here. I think it's better for us to leave as soon as possible." After he finished speaking, he walked into a small path.
He even turned around and shouted at Julius, "Hurry up and keep up."
"We?"
Julius was in disbelief. Since when did he have an "us" relationship with a stranger?
He could have just left and cut off all ties with this man, but he still followed him.
Following the man with the headscarf, Julius said, "When did it become 'us'?
I don't even know who you are. "
"You helped me solve the problem, and you didn't intend to trouble me. I think you're a good guy," the headscarf replied.
The man replied, "I know it's sudden, but I really have no other choice. I can only think of this way to relieve some of the pressure … If I thought you were a person who couldn't protect yourself, I wouldn't have done what I did just now."
The kind of thing that the headscarf man said could only be a bluff. Julius was dragged into this mess by him.
"I just didn't expect that you could get rid of a man who is taller and stronger than you so easily, and in a way that doesn't cause any bloodshed."
Julius thought of the man he had just knocked out. He was indeed a rough man. Judging by his appearance, he was so strong that it was terrifying.
But for Julius, he had encountered more ferocious situations. A strong man couldn't leave a strong impression on him. If he had to choose between a demon and a strong man, he would think that a human was more cute.
"Is this something to be proud of?"
"That's for sure. That guy isn't easy to get along with. If you want to describe it, he's like a beast that's been raised to tear apart the weak …" The headscarf man turned around and saw Julius's blank face. He stopped talking and laughed. "Heh, to you, he's probably just a kitten."
He turned around and stopped. He took out a small money bag from his robe and handed it to Julius. "You helped me and let me see something interesting. You're worth this price."
Julius didn't understand what was going on, but he had already reached out his hand and took the money bag. "What's this?"
"Reward."
Julius thought for a while and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it a theft?"
The headscarf man laughed. "Is that what you think?
I do look suspicious. That's right. "
The headscarf man began to untie the layers of headscarf on his head. "Of course it's not a theft.
Gambling is a good pastime. There's no purpose in gambling. It's just for fun. Winning money is a very simple thing.
It's because of this that I'm being chased and beaten. You should know why, right?
Gamblers and bankers, no matter which side it is, as long as they lose too badly, they will start to do things that they don't want to admit defeat. "
The headscarf man said as he untied his headscarf.
After he took off his headscarf, Julius finally saw the headscarf man's face.
This was a face that would leave a strong impression in Julius's heart. He had a thin face, an aquiline nose, and a pointed chin. He looked like two hooks, one above the other.
His eyes were bright and full of expression even under the cover of the headscarf.
When Julius saw the man's face, he was stunned.
When he came back to his senses, he said, "Your face … leaves a deep impression."
The headscarf man just smiled. "Has anyone ever told you that you're rude?"
Julius touched the back of his head. "That's not what I meant. I just feel that I've seen someone with a face similar to yours …" Julius thought for a while and continued, "Probably an eagle … You look like an eagle."
The headscarf man snorted and didn't continue the topic of his face. Instead, he reached out his hand. "I'm Mulder."
Julius looked at the headscarf man called Mulder and reached out his hand — no longer the headscarf man.
This was a gesture of goodwill.
Julius also reached out and shook Mulder's hand. "I'm Julius."