Our Dharma Masters are like this.

Chapter 36 Good Night
The "Drunken Wild Boar" tavern is never short of entertainment; similar conflicts occur almost every now and then, and everyone is used to it.

The bald, burly man's companions at his table all heard Gray's insulting words, and several of them had already stood up, looking eager to join in.

"Are there any other bald monks here besides you?"

Gray didn't back down; he pulled out a gold coin and slammed it on the table.

“Marianne, I’ll pay your full appearance fee tonight. You’re staying here with me and not going anywhere else.”

"Damn it! What are you trying to prove with those two worthless coins?!"

The bald man was furious. He reached out and tried to pull Marian away from Gray's arms.

Gray slapped the bald man's hand away.

"I'm warning you, don't push your luck!"

"Damn it, you really think you're something, daring to touch me?!"

Enraged, the bald man grabbed a ceramic wine jug and smashed it over Gray's head.

Gray nimbly dodged to the side, the flask missed its target, and then he followed up with an uppercut that landed squarely on the bald man's chin!

The punch was extremely powerful, striking the bald man's vulnerable area and causing him to briefly lose consciousness.

He fell straight backward, crashing into a wooden table and splashing wine everywhere.

The nearby guests burst into screams and hurriedly moved away.

Gray, of course, wouldn't let this opportunity pass. He let out a strange cry, straddled the bald, muscular man, and began to unleash a barrage of left and right hooks.

"Damn it! This kid dared to hit one of our men!"

"Fuck him!"

"Get him under your thumb!"

The bald, burly man's companions immediately stood up, and four or five of them squeezed over, looking menacing.

"No, no, what's going on... are we going to have a brawl at the tavern?" Zellier was dumbfounded by the turn of events.

"It seems there's no way to avoid it, let's go."

Marcus loosened two buttons on his shirt and joined the fray.

With a charge, he lifted the two people in front of him like a bull, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and slammed them to the ground.

"boom!"

"Ugh...!"

The solid fall caused the bald man's companion to cry out in pain, his face turning deathly pale.

"Can I use magic?" Zellier asked.

"It's not worth it. It's just a fight in a tavern. A single wind blade could kill a lot of people."

Although Vales doesn't usually seem to have a volatile personality, he didn't back down in this situation.

Before taking action, Vales gave Zellier a final piece of advice.

"Just use your fists."

Then Vales grabbed a wine glass and smashed it over.

He just happened to blow the head off someone who was trying to sneak up on Gray from behind, and then Vales rolled up his sleeves and rushed up to deliver a straight punch, making his opponent bleed from the nose.

"Alright alright……"

Zeller sighed.

The next second, he grabbed a stool and joined the chaotic battle.

The atmosphere in the tavern reached its peak, with onlookers cheering loudly.

Provocative remarks such as "Give him an uppercut!", "Elbow him!", and "Kick his balls" were constantly heard.

The hostesses screamed and tried to escape, and the boss yelled to break up the fight, but it was all in vain. No one could stop this chaotic battle of alcohol and hormones.

The night in Blackrock Town seems to be getting a bit more lively.

……

"Squeak—" With a soft sound, the wooden door of the Night Flower Inn was pushed open, and a chill of the night rushed in.

Auro, who was staring blankly at the candlelight behind the counter, was startled by the noise and immediately looked up.

“It’s Mr. Zellier… Why are you only just getting back?”

However, when Zellier walked in, the candlelight shone on his face, and Oro was able to see his full appearance clearly, her expression momentarily stunned.

Zellier looked rather disheveled; his gray coat was stained with wine and dust, his mouth was bruised, and there was a scabbed bloodstain on his eyebrow.

"Oh...are you injured?" Auro exclaimed softly.

"Ah...this?"

Zellier subconsciously touched his cheek, and when he touched the bruise, he couldn't help but hiss.

However, he still stubbornly waved his hand.

"It's nothing serious, just a minor scratch."

Although they won a great victory in the tavern brawl, beating their opponent to a pulp, they still sustained some injuries.

There was nothing he could do; Zellir was, after all, a mage, and not very skilled in hand-to-hand combat. Faced with a barrage of wild punches aimed at his face, he was bound to take a few hits.

"How could it be alright?"

Auro frowned slightly, and without saying a word, she pressed Zellir down into a chair near the fireplace. "Wait here, I'll go get some medicine."

"Uh...thank you."

Zellier rested for a while, rubbing his temples.

Not long after, Auro came over carrying a copper basin filled with water, with a towel draped over her arm.

After soaking the towel, Auro gently wrung it out, leaving a little water inside.

"It might hurt a little, please bear with it."

As Auro approached, a faint scent of lavender wafted over. She gently wiped the bloodstain on Zellir's face with a towel, her expression focused.

Unlike the simple and brutal treatment of Valestiger, Auro's movements were full of feminine gentleness and delicacy, making people feel very comfortable.

Because she was looking down, a few strands of slightly wavy brown hair fell from Auro's ears, gently tickling Zellier's cheek as she moved.

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you... Is Mr. Zellier an adventurer?" Auro suddenly asked.

“Yes, that’s right.” Zellier nodded.

"You must have encountered many dangerous things, right?"

"It's alright, I've taken care of them all one by one." Zellier smiled.

"Mr. Zellier is really amazing," Oro exclaimed sincerely.

In terms of age, Auro is a bit older than Zelier, but this boy, who is younger than her, actually left his hometown and came to a strange town alone to become an adventurer.

That courage is truly admirable.

She took out a packet of white powder from her bosom, shook some out, and then gently applied it to Zellier's wound.

The cooling sensation lessened the burning pain on her cheeks considerably, and Zellier whispered, "Thank you..."

"you are very welcome."

Auro raised her head with a sweet smile, "I just felt that Mr. Zellier must be having a tough time traveling alone at such a young age, so I wanted to help you out."

“You say there’s no need to be polite, but you still keep calling me ‘sir’,” Zellier laughed.

Auro was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening. Her eyes crinkled with laughter, revealing her adorable tiger teeth.

"Then I'll just call you by your name, Zellir."

"of course can."

"Hehe, I'll cheer you on whenever you go on a mission in the future!"

Auro put away the copper basin and towel, tilting her head playfully.

Goodnight, Zell.

(End of this chapter)