Auchan opened on June 25, 2014.

  This day was no different from any other for the townspeople of Lewan Town.

  Early in the morning, a middle-aged wizard suddenly appeared at the only restaurant in town. He had a messy beard, an old second-rate apprentice robe, and a tattered staff. Anyone would think he was that kind of wizard who could only cast a few first-ring spells and had no future prospects.

  He ordered a fish in the restaurant.

  Originally there was no problem, but he made a strange request: he wanted the boss to give him a live trout, and he would cut it up and eat it raw.

  He then took out money in front of everyone and paid first.

  Anyway, it's the boss who pays, and the old man doesn't have any objections.

  Then, a three-tailed fish weighing several dozen kilograms with its head and tail fixed was brought to the dinner table. A group of onlookers watched as a middle-aged Frenchman cut meat from the still-living fish and ate it while the fish struggled in agony.

  Good grief, at this time a druid happened to pass by the outskirts of the town, and through the window, he saw this scene from afar. The druid, who had always revered nature, was furious on the spot.

  In the Druidic teachings, it has always been advocated to be close to nature and only kill life to the minimum extent necessary for survival. For this kind of desecration of life, the Druids certainly do not allow it.

  The two of them started abusing each other on the spot.

  The content is very boring to others, and the general idea is just a few meanings.

  "Bastard! Apologize, apologize to this dead fish!"

  The law master glanced at the druid: "Having hair is not a disease, but having hair on your brain is a disease. I'm eating fish and you're still chirping?"

  Then a few words didn't match and the two had a big fight.

  As soon as he made his move, others knew something was wrong.

  One is a gluttonous neurosis patient and the other is an obsessive-compulsive freak of natural peace organizations, who would have thought that both are legendary strongmen.

  Get your hands up and it's earth-shattering!

  The law enforcement officer raised his hand and chanted a few incantations, unleashing a Seventh-Ring Magic spell 【High-Level Thunderclap Technique】, regardless of whether it could kill anyone, at least the momentum was strong enough.

  A deafening "boom" loud enough to burst eardrums.

  The Druid isn't bad either, directly using natural spells to change the material of rocks and raise countless giant stones from the ground to resist the damage of lightning.

  The law master saw that he couldn't kill the Druid, so he got angry and directly summoned [Thunderstorm]. A flash of bright lightning fell from the sky, illuminating the retinas of all the onlookers. The endless thunderbolts struck the giant boulder group that had been piled up like a small stone mountain. The dull thunderclap and the sound of rocks shattering shook the earth.

  This earth-shaking encounter stunned countless people.

  Nature also startled a person hiding in a secret place on the edge of the town.

  "What's going on outside?" a tough-looking guy asked.

  "Just now someone below reported that a legendary wizard was forced by a passing legendary druid to apologize to a fish for eating it raw, and the two idiots ended up fighting."

  “……”

  The druids' fixation on nature is also quite famous in the human world. If humans couldn't get a handle on the entire spirit tribe, the humans who clear-cut trees to open up new farmland would have wiped out the druid tribe first.

  Seeing the boss's dissatisfaction, the person who replied could only say that he would go out and take a look at the situation.

  It's better not to look at the result; once you take a look, trouble arises.

  For some reason, the guy who went out to check on things had a pretty good hiding ability, but was instantly discovered by Druid.

  "Despicable humans! So you've been planning to murder me all along?" Druid shifted his attack towards the newcomer at once.

  "Bullshit! I wouldn't stoop to doing something like that." He turned around and used a powerful sonic wave from his "Higher Howling Technique" to blast the hidden guy out.

  For a time, two legendary powerhouses surprisingly joined forces and killed the newcomer until he was crying out in disorder and running all over the mountain.

  The guy who was still hiding in secret felt it wasn't right.

  He drew his weapon extremely vigilantly and didn't go out. If two strong men were lured away consecutively, it would make them look too stupid.

  He didn't know if his opponent was an enemy, but he was very clear that as long as he guarded this underground labyrinth that only allowed three people to pass through side by side, it would be difficult for him to be defeated.

  In the name of his legendary duelists!

  The situation has developed beyond his imagination.

  He was horrified to find that the rock layer above his head had signs of turning into mud.

  "Fossil into mud? How is that possible? This is thirty meters underground! How many legendary mages or druids would it take to achieve this effect in one go?" He was completely stunned.

  The next moment, the liquefied rock turned into mud and poured into the maze.

  The duelist ran very fast, and the mud on his head poured down even faster.

  In just a few dozen seconds, the underground labyrinth within a kilometer radius was filled with mud.

  Legendary strongmen don't die so easily.

  The duelist had barely crawled out of the mud pit and finally saw a glimmer of sunlight when a large hand suddenly pulled him out of the mire.

  "Hehehe!"

  The unarmed duelist suddenly found himself surrounded.

  A martial monk held the duelist's neck with one hand, next to a barbarian holding a warhammer and a priest holding a flail, all smiling at the duelist. The next moment, three legendary powerhouses made their move together.

  "The duel master was defeated instantly."

  After an unknown period of time, the duelists who were beaten until they were blue in the face and had only half a life left, lay on the ground panting heavily. They stared blankly at a group of powerful turtles happily moving boxes of gold coins and treasures from the underground palace.

  Not far away, he also found another companion. The guy's lower body was fixed in the soil, his upper body was charred and smoky, emitting a strong meaty smell.

  Duelists know that this level of lightning won't kill him yet.

  What the heck, how did this group of legendary powerhouses know about this secret stash?

  The sun had set, and the duelist and that unlucky thief finally regained their vitality. They came to a huge altar made of thick stone blocks through the sewers under the town, on which was covered with black masks made of swan velvet.

  In the vestry at the side of the altar, they put on brightly coloured short cloaks and long trousers. These magnificent short cloaks have puffed sleeves like drums and cuffs, as well as bright trim to show off the church's wealth, and also a long cloak with a hood that can cover up the colours when necessary.

  Everything was ready; after three invocations of the Holy Name, they both knelt down before the altar.

  A dark and chilly silhouette appeared on the altar.

  "Oh great Lord, we've just been robbed. A group of legendary strongmen suddenly appeared and looted your treasury. They are despicable beasts, shameless scoundrels, how dare they offend the great God of Thieves. Their crime..."

  "That's enough. I don't want to see your clumsy performance. If you're so talented, why not work as a part-time troubadour?" There was no emotional outburst, only sharp sarcasm.

  The two guys didn't dare make a sound.

  "I just want to ask, is it a group of legendary strongmen who emptied my treasury without killing any of us?"

  The two of them were stunned, but after thinking about it for half a day, they really couldn't think of anyone who had been harmed, and could only nod in agreement.

  "Alright, I have to admit, the other side is a group of outstanding bastards. But they did it, didn't they? By my rules, no less! As long as nobody got killed, and there was no torture or coercion, that's just theft, not robbery, and definitely not murder. What have I always told you? 'Theft is an art, while murder is a desecration of art.' Since the other side responded with art, I can only respond in kind."

  The duelist suddenly became a bit tongue-tied.

  "What? Speak!"

  "Uh, it should be a message from the other party's barbarian. He said 'he will spend all the money tonight, all on drinking and women's bellies'."

  This time, Maiske was stunned. If the other party had spent all the stolen money in an instant, what would he steal again? Just because the other party stole his money and killed him, this is a violation of the doctrine he set with his own hands.

  A sense of unprecedented frustration surged up in Maiske's heart.