Demon Laws
Chapter 8: Long Legged Sexy Women

Some drunk men looked at the beautiful girl while swallowing the saliva. Someone stood up and brought a beer there. “Hei, Beautiful...”.

Plaque! Before he finished speaking, the man was struck by the bull-like man and made the customers in the tavern laugh.

Dewey's eyes were filled with interested gazes. Hm, a soldier like a bull, a long-range archer. The girl was surrounded in the middle, then she should be the leader. Is this some kind of legendary small adventurer team?

After understanding this world, Dewey knew there were several adventurer teams similar to mercenaries in this world. Large teams have hundreds of people, while small teams have only three to five people. Several low-level monsters often appeared in the southern forest. It attracted many adventurer teams to try their luck hunting monsters to get paid. There are also some local governments that lack manpower willing to hire adventurer teams to solve problems, such as catching thieves and others.

Basically, a large-scale mercenary organization did not exist in the empire yet. Because imperial law does not allow such a large alliance of armed forces. Fear if such an organization affects the position of imperial power. Dewey argued that the move was correct, as controlling the armed forces was necessary to ensure the stability of the country.

 But, there are witches among those people?

This is too shocking! After reading many books, Dewey knew that there were very few witches in the world.

Because to become a witch not only requires extraordinary talent, but also must strive for dozens and even decades. After doing all of that, you can become a witch.

Based on the records Dewey had read, there were only a count of hundreds of witches in the entire empire. Even some nobles may not be able to recruit witches to work for them. Due to the scarcity of witches, the treatment of witches was also very good. If finances are weak then it cannot employ a magician. Even in the royal family being able to recruit witches was a proud thing.

And it could be that a team of adventurers this small have witches. Isn't that a rare thing?

Three men and one woman were sitting in a corner. The bull warrior held a large bottle of beer and gulped it down, the archer chewed on a piece of barbecue meat, the witch was resting her eyes, while the beautiful girl was clearly irritated by the gazes of the men around her.

Fortunately, they seem not to be people who can be touched on, so no one else dares to approach or look for things. It's just that whispers can't be avoided.

Especially Dewey and his entourage.

The knights of the Earl's palace were of noble status and would not look at the small adventurer team. After drinking a few beers, the knights grew more moody and needed an impingement.

Others did not dare the girl's entourage, but the knights of the Rollin family were not afraid. It's just that they still maintain the behavior in front of the employer. Not really making an approach, just whispering.

Dewey drank two beers and found it amusing to hear people around him discussing the girl's beautiful thighs. It was like he and his friends talking about beautiful women in bars first.

However, after drinking two glasses, it seemed like these people were getting sassy. Their voices grew louder and did not seem to have much respect for their unwelcome little employer.

That cute girl is like cayenne pepper. He glared at the men who were looking at him pervertedly. She did not know that when she glared, girls like her were getting more seductive.

Finally, there was the sound of the low laughter of a knight next door. “See those two legs. God, I've never seen such beautiful feet. In the night entertainment place of the imperial capital, such a hot woman might be worth at least a hundred gold coins.”

“A hundred gold coins? Have you ever been to a nightlife? Huh, the lowest price of women there is at least three hundred gold coins!” Someone refutes and laughs at his ignorant friend.

Seeing the annoyed subordinates following him along the way, Dewey suddenly smiled knots and said, “Is she really pretty? I guess it's normal. But both of his legs are indeed steady.”

“....”

The knights were stunned, not expecting that the boring Little Young Master along the way would utter such words. Didn't he say this little master was an idiot who rarely spoke? Precisely because hearing that their master was a small idiot who understood nothing, hence the knights dared to speak impudently.

“Why? Are you all not men?” Dewey laughs. “That's just a woman, you guys are knights who are good at martial arts. Interested but only dare to talk about it here? I will give ten gold coins to the person who dares to approach him.”

The knights finally laughed. According to them, although Little Young Master was disliked, he was a perfect match for them. A brave man immediately said, “Young Master, give me those ten gold coins.”

After that he stood up, patted the table then shouted to the corner of the tavern. “Hei, Miss! What if I buy you a glass of beer?”

The beautiful girl glared angrily, then wanted to stand up but was pulled slowly by her friend. The witch pointed at Dewey and whispered. Perhaps because he saw the clothes of the Dewey nobility, knew that his status was different, so he did not want to look for things.

Seeing himself unresponsive, the knight scratched his head and was about to say something, but Dewey stood up and whistled at them, then gave a middle finger.

It was the knights who were dumbfounded by Dewey's actions.

After all, they were well-trained bodyguards from prestigious families, where had ever seen nobles do such a brute act? The one who did so was the eldest son of the esteemed Earl as well!

As the knights still stared at her little master, the beautiful girl reacted quickly by throwing a large beer glass at Dewey.

The knight sitting in front of Dewey immediately stood up and reached out to hold the glass, but the beer in the glass spilled and splashed on Dewey's sleeves. The knights were instantly enraged, standing up and whipping out swords, shouting and besieging the people in that corner. The girl also pulled out a machete. The two sides cussed at each other, then immediately fought.

The shop is fucked. Some of the cowards had run away, while the brave ones hid in a distant place to watch.

The bull warrior drew a siege of five or six knights. Despite drinking beer, they still limit their strength. Especially some of those adventures. As it began to fight, the magician in the corner shouted something. Maybe remind his friends not to miss. But after the bull soldier's nose was accidentally hit by a fist and nosebleed, the base of his nose was broken, he did not care anymore. He swung a large shield. A knight screamed and vomited blood, then crashed and smashed the counter in the tavern. But since this tavern was too small, the swords of the knights scratched the body of the bull warrior a lot.

The archer was the worst. The arrows are only used for long-range attacks. In a place as small as this, he was unable to use his long bow, only able to withstand the knight's attack with a dagger. Shortly after, he fell.

The machete in the hands of the beautiful girl broke the knight's sword. His movements were agile, but seeing his comrades already unable to hold back, he saw Dewey sitting at the side at a glance. This kid is clearly the leader. A thought flashed through his mind, he dodged a knight, then rushed towards Dewey.

However, the knights of the Rollin family did not forget his duty in protecting the employer. As soon as this girl's foot moved, a knight threw the table and made her stagger. Then the knight next door pierced his leather armor. But this leather armor was clearly bewitched. A white light flashed across the leather armor, the sword swung away, the girl was unharmed.

The knights of the Rollin family who were fighting with the sword instantly felt heavy. Their movements slowed down, the sword in hand as if it was weighing several times over. Change is harming them. As the movement slowed down, several knights were instantly injured and bleeding.

Dewey was watching in a distant place, his eyes twinkling.

Slowed technique! This is real magic!

The witch stepped back and her finger moved at the same time. Dewey saw a fireball coming out from his fingertips and shot several knights. Fortunately, a knight with good martial arts skills split the fireball with a sword. However, sparks were everywhere. Several other knights were trapped by the fire. They screamed in pain and the movements became chaotic.

The shop was full of fire. The witch seemed to have turned into a flamethrower machine. As a result, the guards of the Rollin family who had initially had the upper hand, immediately lost. Twenty people against a few, yet his strength was on par.

Dewey felt something was wrong.

This witch had put out seven or eight fireballs in a row. Despite not knowing how powerful a level one mage was, Dewey saw the mage spew out numerous fireballs in a single breath and found that he barely chanted a spell. Every time he raised his hand, the fireball shot out unbelievably fast.

It had far exceeded the power that a level one mage should have.

Dewey recalls that the books on magic he read clearly state that magicians are adept at long-range attacks, but weak at close combat. Seeing no knights near the witch, Dewey immediately picked up a beer bottle and threw it.

Magicians could cast powerful spells, but his close combat strength was extremely weak. He almost failed to avoid that beer bottle. Prangs! The beer bottle hit the wall, the glass shards scratched his face. The witch touched his face while screaming in pain. Dewey rushed there, shoving the witch to the floor and strangling her neck.

Dewey's strategy was correct, but he forgot his strength. After all, he was now a thirteen year old child. How strong is it? The melee combat power of a witch is indeed weak, but an adult is unlikely to lose to a thirteen-year-old, right?

After thrashing a few times, replace Dewey who overstretched below. Both arms are locked. When Dewey was about to scream, buk! The witch fainted and fell on top of Dewey. Dewey pushed him strongly, then found Sia - his faithful servant - standing in front with a panicked look and grasping a wooden table leg.

Without the help of the magician, the technical disturbance slowed down, and the fireball attack, the knights of the Rollin family instantly excited and charged back. They were powerfully eliminating the opponent.

Bull warriors also could not bear with many people. His legs were struck by two swords and fell to the floor. The archer had fainted. The most beautiful girl is hard to fight. His strength was ordinary but his leather armor had clearly been bewitched. His movements were extremely nimble, obviously due to the influence of magic. His machete was also not an ordinary weapon as it could cut the swords of two knights. The last few knights dropped him together, then pressed him on the floor.

Dewey gasped, a knight helped him up, then found an undamaged chair for him. These knights were embarrassed because as the protectors of the carriage, they let their master fear.

Dewey doesn't care.

He already knows the situation. Some of these adventurers were ordinary people, their martial arts skills were also ordinary. The great ones are just soldiers like that bull, but the power is only a little stronger. They did not even have wise warriors who could use energy.

Even low-level energy could not be used, they were just some classless people.

But judging from this side, it was quite clear that Young Master Dewey was so unloved. The twenty knights who were sent to protect him were the worst knights in the Rollin family. Twenty against four were overwhelmed.

Apparently, the father was so desperate to send a group of weak people to be his followers. Dewey smiled wryly in his heart.

Otherwise... huh, does the Rollin family of the esteemed leaders of the two imperial military command have no experts?

No wonder as well, where is there a knight with high martial arts skills who wants to be exiled with a useless Young Master? Only incompetent people were forced to accept such exiled orders.

The knights apologized in shame. Dewey ignored, instead taking the opponent's weapon. He saw the bull warrior's large shield at a glance and lost interest, then moved to the sexy girl's side and scrutinized her leather armor. A while later, he exclaimed, “Indeed true!”

After reading many books on magic, Dewey became increasingly interested in magic. He had made sure that this leather armor at least added two magic dexterity and strength.

With those two magic, this leather armor was quite valuable. It could be sold to a high-end weapon shop in the imperial capital at a high price. Many wise martial artists would be willing to buy it. Why can this beautiful long-legged girl with ‘wemah’ martial arts skills have something as good as this?

Dewey also looked at his machete and found a jewel in the handle that seemed to be a magic power storage device written on the book.

“Hm, again the weapon that magic added.”

There was still something more precious, namely the silver bow and arrow that this girl had brought. Silver is relatively soft so it is not suitable as a conventional weapon. However, this type of metal was the best weapon to fight against witches.

Because the commonly accepted knowledge is that metals have repulsive powers for magic. When high-level magicians cast magic, in order to make up for the melee weaknesses of the magicians themselves, they would add protective magic to themselves.

These silver bows and arrows were clearly attack weapons to counter defensive magic.

It is a rare bow and arrow with the ability of ‘crush demon’. It was useless against ordinary people, but it was a good choice to fight against witches.

Dewey could not help but look at this long-legged girl. This martial artist had many weapons that had been bewitched, even including extremely rare demonic-destroying weapons.

Dewey's gaze stopped for too long on the long-legged girl's body and made the captive woman misunderstand. The knights at Dewey's side were inevitably wondering about the intentions of their little master. After all, a young man who kept looking at a girl's chest could indeed cause misunderstandings.

“Let go of this girl's leather armor.” Dewey ruled casually. In fact he was purely only interested in the clean weapons that the girl had. He even had the urge to immediately search for a quiet room to research these items. Then answer the questions in his heart about the things in the book.

But the knights looked troubled. “Um... Dear Young Master, will you really disarm him in this place?”

The knight's speech was a bit vague and his expression was a little ambiguous. Judging by the curves and cleavage the long-legged girl was exposed to, she was clearly not wearing anything under her leather armor. Only underwear.