Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

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Just then, I saw a gorgeously dressed curly-haired girl standing in front of her house, ordering a short old lady around to do chores.

The young girl, with curly blonde hair and wearing a fluffy cake dress, was angrily yelling at the old woman in front of her:

"Didn't I tell you, you damned old woman, not to make my tea too hot?!"

The girl's face and lips were swollen and red, clearly burned, and she was trembling with anger.

"These past few days I've told you to put cotton pillows on the bed, and you've put linen ones! I've told you not to put sugar in afternoon tea, and you've put three pieces! I've told you to cut down all these ugly green plants by the door, and you haven't!"

"I think you're doing this on purpose, you old hag!!!"

The short old woman simply lowered her head and remained silent in the face of the girl's angry scolding, seemingly ignoring the girl's reprimand.

A faint bruise could be seen at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing that the old woman didn't react, the girl became even angrier. She sneered at a crew-cut man dressed in adventurer's attire beside her and said:

"Seril, slap her 20 times, let this old woman know what's what."

"Yes."

The man called Cyril flexed his wrists and slowly walked toward the old woman.

The old woman stood motionless, looking as if she were ready to be killed or chopped at will.

Cyril raised his hand high, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

Just as his palm was about to strike, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

Luo Xiu smiled and said:

"You don't need to lay a hand on an old man."

Cyril's face darkened, and he suddenly exerted force in his arms, trying to break free.

Luo Xiu felt Cyril exerting force, smiled slightly, and released his grip.

Cyril yanked his wrist away and broke free.

He looked at Luo Xiu with disdain in his heart.

Keep in mind that he was a swordsman specializing in swordsmanship, yet he was able to break free easily.

It is clear that Luo Xiu's strength is quite ordinary.

He rubbed the spot where Luo Xiu had just grabbed him, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent as he looked at Luo Xiu.

How dare they attack me? They're practically asking for death.

The girl standing to the side was stunned when she saw Luo Xiu appear out of nowhere. She was amazed by his appearance for a moment.

Upon seeing Luo Xiu's simple clothes, clearly indicating he was just a commoner, she was enraged:

"Who are you? How dare you touch my servant!"

Luo Xiu laughed:

“I was the original resident of this house, and this house should have been mine.”

"He is not!"

A frail, trembling voice came from behind, and everyone looked over to see that it was the little old lady who hadn't spoken a word until now.

She raised her head, looked directly at the girl, and slowly spoke:

"I don't know him, he's just a nobody."

Luo Xiu smiled.

He took a rolled-up piece of brown paper from his waist pocket and waved it around:

"Of course I am. This is my rental agreement with this Mrs. Oles, and it's crystal clear."

Oles, that elegant name belongs to the little old lady beside me.

After saying that, before the old lady could speak again, Luo Xiu put away the parchment roll and said with a smile:

"So, can you give my house back to me?"

As the girl listened to Luo Xiu mention houses repeatedly, her anger intensified, and she roared:

"Seril, take care of him!!!"

"Yes."

Cyril chuckled sinisterly:

"Pretty boy, how dare you arrest me."

Leila took a step forward beside Luo Xiu.

She was furious and prepared to teach this rude guy a lesson for daring to hit her master and even planning to hit Grandma Oles.

But Luo Xiu grabbed her, smiling and shaking his head.

It's definitely more satisfying to beat someone up yourself.

Moreover, Leila is still young and may not be familiar with some rules and procedures.

Luo Xiu took a piece of cloth out of his magic pocket and threw it at Cyril.

The piece of cloth flew towards Cyril at an extremely fast speed. Cyril couldn't dodge in time and was directly covered in the charred yellow cloth.

Luo Xiu laughed:

"According to the noble law of the Kingdom of Oak, commoners are not allowed to attack nobles, but they may initiate duels with nobles."

"During a duel, a nobleman may designate a servant to fight in his place, and the outcome of the duel will not be a matter of life or death."

"I challenge you to a duel. Will you accept?"

Cyril picked up the cloth covering his face and smelled a strong stench of urine emanating from it.

He glared at Luo Xiu with immense anger:

"What's this?!"

"I don't know, it must have been a goblin's pocket. I can't afford gloves, and I don't have a handkerchief."

Luo Xiu said with a smile.

Upon hearing that it was a goblin's pocket, Cyril quickly threw the piece of cloth he was holding onto the ground.

A feeling of humiliation at being mocked filled him. He took a handkerchief from his pocket, threw it on the ground, and roared at Luo Xiu:

"I, Seril, accept your duel! I will kill you! I will tear you to pieces!!!"

"Well done, Cyril!! Tear him to pieces!!!"

The curly-haired girl shouted excitedly.

This was the first time she had ever witnessed a duel. She looked at Luo Xiu and gave a contemptuous sneer.

Didn't this stupid guy see the Tier 2 insignia on Cyril's shoulder?

Furthermore, Cyril is a highly experienced second-tier swordsman. This fool has a pretty face but dares to dream of dueling with Cyril. He'll be torn to pieces.

The curly-haired girl's mind was racing. She even considered whether she should spare Luo Xiu's life and take him in as a male servant if he begged for mercy after being defeated.

Luo Xiu and Cyril each took five steps to either side of the agreed-upon center point, then turned around and stood facing each other.

Cyril took a gleaming silver longsword from his magic pouch and grinned maliciously:

"To die by my sword is the most remarkable thing you've ever done."

Luo Xiu smiled:

"When does it begin?"

"now--"

Cyril stared incredulously at the fist lodged in his abdomen, ultimately unable to utter the last word.

The powerful punch to his abdomen felt like it could pierce a meteor, and his memories of his entire life began to flash through his mind like a revolving lantern.

The cheers and shouts of the curly-haired girl nearby abruptly stopped.

She stared in horror at Cyril, whose back was hunched over and eyes rolled back, and at Rosh, who was smiling in front of him. A bead of cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

What just happened? !

Before she could see anything clearly, the blond man seemed to appear in front of Cyril in an instant and punched her in the stomach.

Luo Xiu slowly withdrew his fist, looked at Cyril who was still in the position of being hit, and smiled:

"The fact that you survived one of my punches is the most remarkable thing you've ever done in your life."

Yes, he controlled his strength and didn't kill Cyril.

It's estimated that he'll be paralyzed for life or something, but it's probably more painful than death.

He turned to look at the curly-haired girl who was completely stunned by fear, and said with a smile:

"The duel is over. Are you satisfied with what you've seen?"

The curly-haired girl snapped out of her shock. She was terrified, but her long-standing, domineering habits forced her to shout:

"This doesn't count!!! You...you attacked from behind! Yes, it was a sneak attack! Cyril hadn't even finished saying 'start'!!!"

Luo Xiu had anticipated the curly-haired girl's unreasonable demands and smiled slowly.

He then took out a piece of charred cloth from his magic pocket, exerted force in his hand, and flung it at the girl.

The girl panicked and tried to dodge, but how could she possibly escape at her speed?

Her face made direct contact with the piece of cloth! She was slammed to the ground by the tremendous force.

The strong smell of urine on the cloth seemed to have seeped into her skin.

Just as she felt like vomiting, Luo Xiu spoke with a smile:

"I, Luo Xiu, hereby declare that I challenge you to a second duel. Do you accept?"

After saying that, Luo Xiu called out softly:

"Leila."

Hearing her master's call, Leila, who had been eagerly waiting, took a step forward.