The sudden roar made the scene silent in an instant.

Harald, who was enjoying the awe of everyone, was stunned.

Judging from the tone and words, the person who comes is not good.

Enrico's face stiffened first. They were now living under someone's roof, being taken care of, and lowering their posture. He had explained it in advance as everyone had explained it.

However, it seems that someone has forgotten it.

Everyone looked back together and saw a strong man with big arms and round waist, full of beard, wearing a fur coat that was almost bursting with a burst of eyebrows and eyes, with a fierce look, his eyes wide open like a beast, staring at Harald.

Dorak Monson, a senior blacksmith of the Miller Family Blacksmith Association, and a junior brother of the Arab City weapon master Bain Heim, is one of the three core craftsmen of the Blacksmith Association.

"Dorak!" Enrico's face changed instantly. Putting aside Dorak's profound skills, his biggest characteristic is that his temper is as violent and as fierce as the fire he used to use.

"Master!" Dorak traveled through the knights like a bull, staring at Harald viciously, and his voice was like a loud bang: "I'm not trying to make trouble, this kid humiliated our Mengsen family's family! I must seek justice from him today. Otherwise, I would rather die here than accept his favor!"

Humiliation of the family??

The knights all looked at him with strange eyes. Harald was a little confused. He was now the commander of the legion and was afraid that he could not speak of, but he didn't know this bear-like man at all.

Harald's white face turned gloomy: "I don't know you, I think. If you don't want to stay here, stay as you please."

"Don't know?" Dorak took a step forward angrily, pulling out a huge iron hammer for ironing from his waist: "I want you to know me today!"

"Dorak, stop. Hold him!"

Just as the knights were about to commit an offense on the spot, the knights immediately rushed up and pressed him. Enrico was anxious and angry, and was more embarrassed. He took the majesty of the head of the family and shouted: "What do you want to do? Is there me in your eyes?"

"Let me go! Let me go!" Dorak struggled for a few times, but he didn't get rid of the Knights, and couldn't help but curse: "Halard, you turtle grandson, dare to be a soft boy who dares not be a fool."

Harald frowned. Dorak's anger was not pretending, and his hatred for him was very real.

The riots here immediately attracted the attention of others, and magicians such as Kalina and grandpa quickly surrounded him. Enrico's face was stretched out.

"Shut up! Dorak!"

"Yes, brother." The knights persuaded one after another: "You didn't even say anything clearly, and you were going up and going? What misunderstanding happened?"

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

Dorak stared at a pair of copper bell-like bull eyes, struggled twice, his eyes swam towards the crowd behind him, and suddenly shouted: "Moaila, come here! Show me if it's this bastard!!!"

Moaila??

Harald was stunned for a moment, the bustling crowd was quiet, and then a woman in a long skirt, holding a thick bag in her arms, came out.

She has a tall figure, plump waist and hips, and turbulent chests, but the proportions are coordinated and not strong. In addition, her wheat-colored skin has a wild bodybuilding.

"Moaila? That's Dorak's daughter, right?"

Someone muttered in a low voice, and the moment Harald saw her, his eyes turned into a silence.

Moaila...

How could he not know him?

That was an indelible memory of his romantic past.

Because Moaila is so special among his many little lovers.

Harald, who inherited his father's romantic gene, often hunted for various misunderstandings among the little nobles. With a handsome face, the success rate is very high. I don't know how many innocent noble ladies have harmed.

However, eating too much meat will make you get tired.

One day, he and his friends met a very special girl in a tavern - Moaila.

This girl who has been in a blacksmith shop since she was a child has a bold personality like a man, but her figure is not as strong as a man and full of strength and beauty.

Simply put, it is a bodybuilding beauty.

What's more coincidental is that this beauty has seen many rough men and her taste has also changed.

After a while, the sky was rising and falling, and the earth was filled with thunder. Harald and Moáira naturally had a super friendly relationship.

Both sides were greatly satisfied.

But this relationship didn't last long, and Harald fell in love with her. Moella did not entangle and disappeared silently in his world.

Harald didn't feel that he owed her anything, after all, both sides got what they wanted.

So, he recognized Moaila, but did not feel that he had made any mistakes.

Moaila still had brown curly hair, but she was rough and dull in her hardships. Her originally plump and shiny cheeks also became thinner and a little melancholy.

"Hi, Harald."

As everyone was gaze, Moaila seemed a little uncomfortable, and she forced a smile and waved her hand gently. But her eyes were a bit complicated, excited, embarrassed, and in a variety of ways.

"Hey, Moaila."

Under such circumstances, Harald was not embarrassed to see his old lover, but instead felt a little happy.

The person you loved is still alive, isn’t he?

Although the love is a little short.

Dorak couldn't hold back and shouted at his daughter, "You unsupervised guy, have you forgotten how he hurt you?"

"Dad." Moaila lowered her head and carefully hugged the package on her chest: "I beg you, don't make trouble again, okay?"

"I'm making a fuss?" Dorak glared at Harald, looking like he wanted to eat people, and finally slapped himself hard in the face: "Have the dog eaten the backbone of our Mengsen family? OK, I won't hit her, I will hit myself!"

"Dad..." Moaila rushed up in a hurry to stop him, and suddenly a child's cry came from the package in her arms.

Dorak, who was in a hot mood, suddenly put down his hand and yelled anxiously: "Don't cry, my good grandson, don't cry, it's all because of the bad, it's all because of the bad, it's all because of the bad, it's all because of the bad."

The speed of transformation made everyone stunned.

Moaila quickly glanced at Harald and pulled her father's sleeve: "Dad, stop... stop making trouble."

"You're going to coax the child, don't you care about me?" Dorak reached into the package as if he had changed his hand and teased carefully: "Don't cry, don't cry, are you hungry? Oh, okay, the baby is hungry, let's eat milk, let's eat milk."
Chapter completed!