"Are you sure this is the entrance to the Templars' secret meeting point?" I could already feel a sense of collapse lingering. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be that the Templars were really so bad?

Something is wrong, right?

"No problem, this is their lair." She replied so easily.

I wondered what the Templars were trying to do to fix the nest in the sewers, and then I took off my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Deng Jia'er was a little surprised: "Although there is no one here, you are not my opponent!" ”

What's the use of intimidating me! So, in this regard, it is really men who have an advantage! After all, God decides!

I glanced at her, scared her back two steps, and then popped into the water, entering the sewer area from one side of the drain.

Entering the sewers, I hurried ashore and returned to the land on the side, ran to open the door, and went out to put my clothes back on.

Then I found Deng Jia'er staring at me motionless as if she was stupid. What's going on? Conquered by my eight-pack abs? Or have you been conquered by my great **? Although I am ashamed to say it. Tut.

"No, those things don't belong to you." Deng Jia'er quickly recovered, and used mind reading on me, and then complained about me. In other words, what kind of mentality can you do so many things! You're hooked! I know you! I want to report it!

"No matter how much you bark, it's useless, because I'm a king. Those sanctions are not effective for me. She smiled maniacally, looking me in the eye with a sense of danger. Uh, a sixth sense?

By the way, have you already admitted that it was sanctions?

I'm a little bit of a simple one, a little bit like a white shirt on the earth, and it feels good to wear it when I'm just wet.

There's something wrong with this wet perk.

Hawkers, forget it, it's important to find something.

"Mullinsia-kun, you also have some strange charm in your current outfit." Deng Jia'er was a little surprised.

I was not very proud at all, and said modestly: "In Lower Mulin, what are you doing?" ”

"Huh?"

"Forget it, when I didn't say it."

Anyway, after skimming around the shameful topic, I finally headed for the next area.

After going through several small sewer rooms in a row, hey, guess what?

Ha!

I found them!

Ahem, do you feel like you've been stimulated by anything lately? Ah, ah, isn't it just a fever, as for it?

"Dang!"

Just in time, I drew my sword from my waist and parried the blow squarely, and I probably saw so many people surrounding me.

Not to mention the mentality of your Templars when it comes to building bunkers in the sewers, let's just say that the level of your equipment is too shameful.

The people who came up were almost like gangsters, or hooligans, and a sword and a machete were all they needed. I only have a sword, though.

Well, so it's useful to say that there are many enemies of this level?

They were surrounded by me in this big sewer bunker space. Ha.

Come on, just to see if the swordsmanship I learned from the Cursed Knight is of any use.

"Of course it works!" Deng Jiaer, who has been hiding in the corner as if it never exists, also opened a mind reading technique in order to complain, and risked being discovered.

What kind of spit spirit is this!

"Dang!" I found a random opponent, and slashed at him diagonally, slashing at his right hand, which he couldn't dodge.

"Push." Then the pleasing ones will be cut off.

"Uhh!!!!!h The opponent immediately screamed, clutching his wrists to crouch.

I grabbed another sword and slashed at his round, bald head.

"Push!!

The watermelon has been cut in half, does anyone want it?

There was a sound of wind coming from behind, and I bent down slightly, and the sword in my hand spun in a circle and stabbed backwards.

"Poof."

Oh, I think I got a stab.

I leaned back, and sure enough, I was able to weigh a person, but the sticky liquid was uncomfortable sticking to it.

The sword pushed the man on his back down, and I looked at the still morale-ready Templars with a little uncertainty.

Could it be that the Templars already had someone who could harness the power of the golden apple?

No way.

"Don't play any more, Mullinsia Meow, they seem to be diehards." Deng Jiaer seems to really know how to read minds or something.

But these guys are diehards?

I raised my sword to my chest and held it in both hands, facing it forward and accumulating my strength.

Anyway, it's the product of brainwashing, so leave it to me to liberate you!

Charge with a shield. (Ah, it's good to call anything, in short, this is the charge of the shield battle, there are no conditions for use, only the premise of learning.) ）

A dash slashed, splitting itself into two parts from the middle before the enemies in front of it could react.

Go on.

Keen. (Skill, which greatly increases the chance of blocking for a certain period of time.) ）

Then my hand was like a convulsion, and in an instant, I parried the slashes of the three enemies, knocking them out with a stun.

And then there's the output.

I also learned to spin in place like a warrior, flicking my sword and trying to slash with a whirlwind.

But!

With the exception of the three enemies who were stunning, everyone else blocked or dodged my pseudo-whirlwind slash.

Enough is enough.

"Poof" "Poof" "Poof"

As those three enemies fell, I slashed at the others.

Let's put the skills aside for the time being, I feel like I can almost rely on my own ability to deal with it.

Maybe you can also get rid of the dependence on gold finger a little.

Cut.

Cut.

Cut.

Doesn't this fight look like a lawn mower?

It wasn't until I had finally finished mowing the grass that I shivered and wiped my sword until the metallic sheen on it was still charming.

"Mullinsia-kun, nice*fight!" Deng Jia'er jumped out with a slight delay and praised me a little.

I held my forehead: "It's just mowing the grass, okay, what's there to boast about." ”

Deng Jia'er smiled a little faintly: "Mowing the grass?" But yo, Mulinsia-kun, you must know that for many people, these grasses are already ordinary combat power. ”

Forehead.

I'm a little dumbfounded.

Yes? That means I'm really good?

Deng Jia'er thought for a moment, and then said, "Actually, there is something I lied to Mu Linxiajun." ”

I said speechlessly, "It's a matter of swordsmanship." ”

Deng Jia'er smiled and sold a cute, and then said, "Yes, in fact, that set of swordsmanship was made up by others." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then my first reaction was, "You're a great guy!" ”

Deng Jia'er smiled and didn't speak.

Forget it, after all, people are characters who have existed since that era, and it is normal to be powerful. How do I compare myself to others? But to be honest, what rank is my strength? Paper? Combine? Strong? (The paper and the fierce mad god is Mugen's rank in charge.) Here it is expanded into a two-dimensional division of strength. ）

Thinking about it, I finally entered the bunker. Then I was shocked.

Why are all the people here dead?

Forehead.

Looked at the factors of death.

The Assassins did it.

****！ Maybe I should say that. Then kick the corpse or something, and keep going with this garbage game.

But I'm not that kind of person.

"Little Mullincia-chan, what are you thinking?" Deng Jia'er noticed my state a little and asked.

I touched my chin and said, "The Assassins must have found the Golden Apple in the hands of the Templars and came over and snatched it." But how did the Assassins know that the Templars had obtained the Golden Apple? ”

"Huh, undercover?"

"Surveillance?"

"Or was it all part of the Assassin's plan?"

I can't fill my brain hole here.

"Mulinsia, what are you talking to yourself?" I don't know when, Deng Jia'er had already pulled out my equipment from somewhere in the bunker and brought it with me. But I haven't quite come out of my mind yet.

"Could it be that Deng Jia'er is also an undercover agent of the Assassin Organization?!" I was a little shocked.

Deng Jia'er smiled a little (black) and asked, "What is Mullincia sauce talking nonsense?" ”

I immediately knelt down: "I'm sorry, please forgive me for being young and loving freedom in this life." ”

"Huh? Yes? "Deng Jia'er didn't understand what I was talking about.

I was a little interested and said, "Ah, it's almost a song from my hometown, it's very popular!" ”

Deng Jiaer tilted her head, looking at how people looked very interested.

"Uh-huh. Then I'll sing it to you. I cleared my throat slightly.

To be honest, my singing skills were quite good in the original world, but my voice couldn't go high, and it broke as soon as I walked, so I didn't go to the road of superstardom. To this world, I hope that my voice will be optimized.

"Chop a spoon and eat."

"Noodles mixed with cold salt and grass."

“......”

After a song. I'll look at Deng Jiaer again, um.

Why are you confused? Obviously, I feel like I'm singing pretty well, and this voice is good.

Then I found that Deng Jiaer was not confused, but muttering something to herself, and got closer.

“... I can still eat like this..."

Why is it that a powerful and courageous song will make you realize the meaning of eating!

Anyway, you're a foodie! So hidden!

Now it's exposed!

"Not a foodie! It's just the necessary energy that must be replenished in order to fight! "Deng Jia'er slapped me over, and PIA's slap made me back two steps, and some of them were about to go crazy.

I looked at her vigilantly: "Deng Jia'er? ”

"Ah, what's wrong? Mullincia sauce? "Although I can't believe it, what I see is a very dignified and natural Deng Jiaer.

"That's, it's about foodies..."

pia！

I took two steps back in a row, and now I was slapped on both sides of the face, which can be regarded as satisfying the needs of OCD in a sense.

Sure enough, is foodie a taboo word?

pia！

Tie Mada! Forget that Deng Jiaer can read minds!

Returning to the manor with some emotion.

"Mullinsia, you're back." Dressed in a hospital gown, Allen welcomed me with some arrogance on a strange wheelchair-like device.

"What do you mean to come back? Do you really call this place home? "I mocked mercilessly.

"Ah, how do you say that? It would be nice if you could really make this place your home. Alan patted the wheelchair and looked around with some sigh at the ornate decorations around it.

I didn't get angry when I saw him arrogant.

"Don't be so self-indulgent, maybe the eldest lady just treats you as a simple life-saver?" I still used the spell mercilessly.

"Well, it turns out that you just think of me as a lifesaver, is it really difficult? treats the life-saver so preciously, is little Iris really simple and cute? Alan said with a smile.

Ah, this guy. It's like, it looks like I can't do it without you having fun.

"Little Iris? Are people really smaller than you? I asked, smiling.

Alan thought for a moment, then replied, "Well, it should be better than me..."

"That's not right! Isn't Uncle Ben hostile to you? Why do I have to answer your question? Alan suddenly realized.

I was speechless: "Who knows why?" ”

When was the hostility set up?

Coach, are you sure you didn't miss anything, Alan found out that I was actually his brother, the brother who longed for him to get stronger to beat him?

Diana and Tiel arrived at the same time, somewhat coincidentally.

Then the two of them actually snorted at each other, and then they came towards me at the same time.

Speaking of coaches, is there really no missing chapter? Or did you simply miss a few chapters?

Isn't it good that these two people don't have a good relationship?

"Mullingia, the Golden Apples have already made the nine you requested." Diana was the first to pull out her bag and show it to me.

The golden apple made by Diana is really collectible, almost exactly like the original. Even the lighting effect is pretty much the same. I don't know what kind of black technology is used.

"Ah, well done Diana, these golden apples are definitely enough!" I praised.

Diana smiled back and gave a lady's salute, I don't know much about it anyway.

Tiel also struggled a little before choosing to speak after Diana: "That, I found the place where the assassins organized, and I also sent the note. ”

I nodded and said, "Well, that's good, we'll just wait for the eldest lady to come back and we can continue." ”

Alan asked a little strangely, "What's going on?" ”

I just didn't want to waste my intelligence communicating with him: "Ah, it's about the plan to steal the golden apple of the eldest lady." ”

Alan was directly shocked: "What?!! You're going to steal the golden apple of the eldest lady? How can it! No! The eldest lady is obviously a good person, we can't harm her! ”

I had some bad taste, and said, "Well, if you sell a cute girl, I can change my plans?" ”

Alan was stupid.

I don't think he's embarrassed to fix him anymore, so I'm going to stop.

"Okay, I, I'll sell." He said with some embarrassment.

Uh, I went. How dare you do such a thing! Alan, you're really a good person for 10,000 years.

He brewed a little, and awakened a deep understanding of the word "pseudo-mother", and the whole person's temperament has changed dramatically.

So the image of a sick blonde girl appeared vividly.

"That, that, how to sell cute." She whispered.

"Poof!"

I couldn't stand it a little here, and it took me two catties of waste blood to recover.

"Tiel, do her a favor and get rid of her." I requested.

Tiel hesitated for a moment, looked at her big watery eyes, looked at her mournful eyes, and finally.

"I'm sorry, Mullingia, I can't do it."

"Well, it seems that you still haven't learned the lesson from last time. Love Lune-san. ”

I don't know when the blackened Deng Jia'er appeared, carrying a huge iron rod from nowhere.

It turns out that you even have a mother-in-law version of the character name! How much do you care about her!!!