The two who came out of the hotel walked slowly along the street, as if they knew that parting was imminent, and Barton, who was still very excited just now, also put away his temperament and walked with Leon. The two of them didn't talk much along the way, and seeing that they were about to arrive at Barton's house, Barton stopped and said to Leon: "Although Lord Pope looks strict, he actually cares about you very much, if it weren't for him and Lord Hill's intercession, you wouldn't have a chance to change jobs." I'm going to practice tomorrow, are you going to see Master Pope? ”

Thinking of the old man Pope, Leon has indescribable feelings, of course he knows that Pope seems to be very strict and extremely strict, but it is all for his own good. Almost all of the three opportunities to change jobs were won by Pope, and the transfer center is not a charity, and it will not arbitrarily owe transfer fees to a paladin who has not yet been transferred, not to mention that this paladin still looks like he has no potential, like a waste.

Seeing that he was going to the Blood Wasteland tomorrow to experience and upgrade, it seemed that Leon needed to visit his teacher, but Leon always felt a little strange.

"I'm not going, Barton, you go to the academy tomorrow to see the old man, take me to say thank you to him, I will seriously hone my skills in the bloody wasteland, improve my level and strength, I will not embarrass him." When I get ahead one day, I will naturally go to thank the old man in person. ”

There is another sentence that Leon did not say, that is, if he does not mix well, he will not come back.

Leon finally understood why he felt strange, it felt like a wanderer who left his parents to pursue his dreams, and he felt ashamed to see his parents.

Rest assured, I'll be a mix of people, not only for myself, but also for the real Leon. Leon swore silently in his heart.

"Alright, Leon, I'll go talk to Master Pope. Then you must be careful when you are training, and let your uncle build a weapon for you, so that you can be handy when you are training. In any case, protect yourself in case of danger, and if you have the opportunity, you can join a good team. Also, you have to prepare a lot of supplies for training outside, and you must bring more food and so on. Anyway, be careful......"

Barton's advice was trivial, not even coherent, and Leon could feel the care and worry.

"Don't worry, I'm going to be the Paladin Leon of the Lion of Light, and I'll protect myself. You also need to practice well, and if you can't integrate magic into your combat skills, then you might as well change classes first, and then you can slowly hone your skills. Leon smiled heartily and comforted Barton as he told him to practice his skills and prepare for a transfer.

"Don't worry, I'll do my best!"

"Then we'll leave it at that, take care, Barton, and I hope I'll hear good news from you next time I come back." Leon clenched his fists and slammed Barton twice into the chest, a way for the two to encourage each other.

"You too, see you next time, I hope you become stronger!" Barton also clenched his fists and slammed Leon twice into the chest.

"Wow, your fists are so hard. I'm leaving, take care! Leon turned sharply, brushed the corners of his eyes very discreetly, and then waved his hand behind him, and strode in the direction of his home.

"Take care!" Barton stood in place, waving his hand, watching Leon's figure fade away, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but become a little moist. Every successful junior professional who has successfully ventured into the Blood Wasteland is at great risk, a training ground for beginners, but a battlefield where accidents can happen at any time. Every year, many junior adventurers die in the bloody wasteland and evil caves, and even the grandest dreams die before they can be realized, and every time they leave, they don't know if it is goodbye forever.

Leon, who parted with Barton, calmed down the emotions in his heart, and walked towards the home in his memory, thinking about Leon's father who was about to face for a while, Zhang Peng was a little nervous.

After all, he is a soul that has crossed over, occupying Leon's body, although the souls and memories of the two people are completely integrated, it can be said that he is Leon, and there should be no mistakes, but after all, in the face of getting along day and night, his father who raised him since childhood, his heart is still inevitably a little nervous, afraid that his father will see something unusual, but after all, Leon has successfully transferred to a job, and it is normal for his psychology to change somewhat, so he should not behave too abnormally, so he should not think about the problem.

With these thoughts in his mind, before he knew it, Leon had also come to his home. It's a blacksmith shop in the west side of Rog City, a small courtyard that looks a little dilapidated, and although the surrounding area is not a slum, it is by no means a gathering place for the rich.

Father Leon is a blacksmith, although a little drunk, and the temper is also a little eccentric, but his craftsmanship is very good, usually to the nearby residents to make some utensils in life, occasionally there are professionals and adventurers come to beg him to fight a good weapon, he also wants to see if this person is in love, before deciding whether to build a weapon, otherwise no matter how much money is given, will not build, build a successful person in the end satisfied, he does not make a noise, therefore, Leon's business has been so-so, can only barely survive, Even Leon's transfer fees can't be scrapped. And old Leon didn't care, he still went his own way, exchanged some spare money for some wine, and often got drunk.

Leon entered the house, smelled a strong and pungent smell of wine from afar, the store was quiet, there were no customers, Leon turned into the room, and saw a middle-aged man sitting on the ground against the table, his eyes closed, from time to time there was a soft snoring sound, the whole person exuded a pungent smell of alcohol, and there were unfinished wine jugs on the ground, thrown aside at will.

Leon looked at the drunken middle-aged man in front of him, with loose black hair, probably not taken care of for a long time, crumpled and glued into clusters, a Chinese face, sharp edges and corners, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the shaven beard made him look a little decadent and vicissitudes, and a two-finger-long scar on his right cheek added a bit of hideousness to him.

This is Leon's father, Knight Leon, a skilled but eccentric blacksmith. In Leon's memory, he was a father who didn't seem to be very conscientious, often drunk, and when he got drunk, his temper became very irritable, and many times Leon took care of himself, and even at a very young age, Leon learned to cook by himself, and at the same time practiced striking iron at the request of his father, although he couldn't build weapons, but he could do it by beating iron ingots, and even Barton was often pulled to accompany Leon to beat iron ingots.

Perhaps this is also a kind of training, Leon's strength has been very strong since he was a child, and he is not even inferior to Barton, a barbarian who is known as a strong man, and Leon's teacher Pope is also impressed by his strength.

However, in Leon's memory, his father, who did not drink, was still very loving, and when he was a child, Leon would pull his father to tell him stories, and his father would tell him the legendary story of the Lion Paladin, how he cultivated, how he trained, how he fought against the demons of hell, fought against the evil forces of the Empire, fought against those evil infidels, fought side by side with his teammates, and told him the scenery, legends and stories of many places, and told people and interesting stories there.

Presumably, the lion of light that Leon has always wanted to be comes from this childhood memory.

It's just that my father would often sigh softly after telling the story, look at the clouds in the sky, frown, and fall into deep thought. Young Leon didn't understand what that expression meant, but Leon, who had memories of another world, vaguely felt that his father was probably a man with a story.

Leon looked at his sleeping father in front of him, sighed, and walked over and lowered himself to help his father to bed. As soon as Leon's hand touched his father's arm, he felt the muscles of old Leon's arm suddenly tense, and then he felt his heart tighten for a while, and his hairs stood on end, as if he was being targeted by something. Leon saw his father's eyes slowly open, as if he saw Leon clearly, and said in a daze: "Brad, you're back......" and then continued to close his eyes, Leon felt that the pressure disappeared without a trace, and his father's arm muscles also regained relaxation. Leon helped his father to the side of the bed, covered him with the quilt, and then stood up, touching the sweat on his head, as if nothing had happened, it was like a delusion, but Leon knew that he could not be wrong.

If Leon, who is nicknamed "waste", has any talent, it is probably his excellent spiritual perception ability in addition to strength, as if he was born with the perception of a beast, Leon often has an extraordinary perception of danger, and it is this spiritual perception ability that Leon can have the possibility of becoming a paladin, and he can only fight skills is just an ordinary warrior, if he has no perception of the light of Sakaram, he cannot become a paladin.

What's more, Leon, who fused two souls, although he didn't know what the benefits of this fusion were, but he himself could clearly feel the enhancement of his spiritual power, so the perception of danger just now must not be an illusion. Although I am just a junior professional who has just changed careers, the pressure of being devoured is not something that can be easily emanated.

Thinking of this, Leon looked at his father who was sleeping soundly, squinted his eyes, and thought in his heart, I am afraid that his father really has an extraordinary past.