Zheng Ming looked at the battlefield in the distance, and his heart was a little dazed. In a sense, it really doesn't seem to be a human anymore.

This fact was laid bare in front of it through the undisguised fear and disgust of the soldiers. Finally let it start thinking about this question that it had been subconsciously avoiding.

Kai: "But it's so handy when it comes to its abilities. A badly injured body could recover so quickly by devouring it. ”

Zheng Ming ignored the chatter of those behind him, closed his eyes and silently felt his body.

After a fierce battle before, the energy consumed seriously had soared to the level of level twenty-seven, and it even had a tendency to be full. At the same time, it also gained the old wizard's Shadow Worm ability, as well as the bald man's holy crest.

Needless to say, the Shadow Worm's abilities are those tattoos on the bald man's body. This is the ability to rely on special material tattoos on the surface of the body to absorb and store external energy to enhance the physical body. This ability may be extremely powerful in a bald strong man, but it is a little weak for Zheng Ming, who is already very strong in the flesh.

It is worth mentioning that the bald man who seems to have run out of oil and the lamp provides much more energy than the old wizard. Zheng Ming estimated that this should be caused by the bald strong man infusing all the energy and vitality into the holy pattern on the surface of the body at the last moment.

It had previously sensed that the more energy it contained, the more energy it would provide to it. It is obvious that the energy contained in the bald man must be much higher than that of the old wizard who escapes his energy after death.

That's right! After yesterday's fierce battle, Zheng Ming, who was almost half-crippled by the strong man, was forced to expose his devouring ability in desperation. It was also with this opportunity that the battlefield was cleaned up now, and those slime clones were able to appear in a grand manner.

Although Zheng Ming explained its ability to everyone without saying anything, it still couldn't avoid everyone's suspicion and fear. The soldiers, in particular, had seen the pale blue blisters that Zheng Ming had separated devouring the corpses of their kind. Immediately afterwards, Zheng Ming absorbed the light blue blisters in front of everyone.

When they saw that Zheng Ming's injuries were recovering at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, this instinctive fear and disgust reached its peak. The mixture of these undisguised disgust and the anger that has just been experienced on the battlefield has even shown the possibility of developing into a conflict incident. This is also the reason why everyone hid here to discuss matters.

"Alright. After a day, I believe that everyone has done a good job of pacifying his subordinates. The question of the distribution of exploits and spoils of war had been talked about almost the night before. Now all that remains is the goal of our trip, one of the greatest outcomes of our trip, the question of the golden scabbard. ”

Hearing the words of the golden scabbard, the spirits of everyone present were slightly shocked, and even Zheng Ming, who had been in a daze, came back to his senses and looked at Lancelot, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth.

"I believe that the elf Fenwei will not dare to break the oath. Let's talk about who to go there for. ”

Gawain: "I propose that all the nobles be gathered and we go with us. ”

Arthur: "What about those mercenaries and adventurers?" ”

Arthur's question brought the otherwise happy scene to a halt, and it was Lancelot who stepped in to break the silence.

"Just as the nobles sent by our clans to the court, they can't all their adventurers and mercenaries. Otherwise, wouldn't it be too chaotic for everyone to go over? As for those who were unable to make it, it would be nice to be rewarded handsomely afterwards according to their contribution to the battle. Many people don't have much hope that they will get their hands on the Hallows. For them, food, jewelry, and gold coins are more practical. ”

Kay: "He's right. Besides, aren't there nearly half of us who are not nobles? For example, Duke Arthur, Naruto next to you, and two mages. Let them represent the mercenaries and adventurers. ”

Seeing Zheng Ming beside him, Arthur swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. On the other side, Pu Zheng took a deep look at Arthur and said, "Actually, you don't have to worry. I believe that those who can be recognized by the golden scabbard must be excellent people. If none of the people present were able to obtain its recognition, the rest were not eligible to do so. ”

Pu Zheng's words soothed the worries of everyone present. Even Lancelot was not immune to the faint fear that the fruits of victory would be taken away by unknown men. Although there is no tangible evidence in Pu Zheng's words, it is very reasonable, and the worries in everyone's hearts have eased a little after hearing it.

There are all young people who have made a name for themselves by their strength, and who would admit that others will be better than themselves?

Zheng Ming looked around at the people with radiant eyes and confident faces, pursed the corners of his mouth and said, "Cut." In short, Arthur and I will take two places according to merit, and the rest is up to you. ”

Lancelot: "Reasonable. So be it. The most meritorious and most dangerous in this operation was the thirty people who broke away from the large army and infiltrated first. I did a simple math and there were fourteen people left alive. Let's take the lead in the first echelon of fourteen of us. How about the best among us, and if we are unfortunate enough to fail to get the Sacred Approval, then we can discuss it later? ”

"Good."

"I'm okay with that."

"I agree."

……

"Good. Then we'll go back and meet here in two hours. ”

In this way, everyone briefly discussed it and then left. Only Zheng Ming and Arthur were left in place.

……

In this world where the presence of players is suspected of being a game, what attitude should one have towards the presence of those who may be NPCs? Is it a nonchagrinous grass mustard ant? Or should it be emotionally paid for the same kind?

While Zheng Ming was mired in esoteric questions about games and reality, unable to find answers, two hours passed quietly.

"Naruto, don't care too much about those people. I'm sure you won't be willing to devour the living as they say. ”

Arthur's voice interrupted Zheng Ming's thoughts. It turned its head to look at the young man who was always sealing himself with armor, and it was hard to believe that the other party would know how to comfort others.

"Oh, don't forget, I'm the Ragon you've summoned. How can you be sure that I won't be like they say? ”

"I trust my instincts, and I trust you."

Arthur's determined attitude made Zheng Ming couldn't help but snort coldly, and couldn't help but stab the other party out loud.

"Hmph, naïve. Speak as if you know me well. ”

"If that day comes, as the one who summoned you, I will do everything in my power to stop you. Even if it's a dead ....... ”

Obviously, after the previous fierce battle, Arthur realized that he was probably not Zheng Ming's opponent at this time, but he still seriously said what he wanted to stop Zheng Ming.

Zheng Ming turned his head to look at Arthur, feeling the determined look in his eyes under the helmet of the covered horns. Looking at this flesh-and-blood teenager with his own beliefs, the scenes of getting along with him before hit his heart, Zheng Ming overturned the previous doubts and said secretly in his heart.

"This is an NPC? It seems to me that he is clearly a living human being. Whatever? As long as it doesn't go against your heart. What's the difference between those who don't have a relationship with me and who hate me are NPCs? Those who get along day and night, even if they are NPCs, what does it matter? ”

Thinking of this, Zheng Ming looked away and whispered to Arthur, "Can't you take off your helmet and speak?" Do you know that it's awkward to talk to a horned helmet? ”

Arthur didn't pierce Zheng Ming's disguised submissive attitude, and replied along the topic it shifted: "I'm here to avoid unnecessary trouble. I do look as you say...... Well...... Mother? Some. ”

Seeing Arthur seriously saying that he looked like a mother, Zheng Ming couldn't help but laugh and said, "Yes, yes, yes." It's my mother, you're not wrong. ”

"Oh, I still don't understand why mothers are used to describe her feminine looks. Does it mean to look like a mother? ”

"No, no, no. This is our dialect. Do you understand the dialect? It's like the Celtic language of those small places is not the same as the Celtic language of the royal capital. ”

"Hey~~~. We're all in this together. Come down and get ready to go. ”

As he spoke, Lancelot and the others had already arrived in groups, and greeted the two of them from a distance down the slope.