Anyone in any occult realm has the privilege of Annalos, and although this privilege is not above the nobility most of the time, this privilege also increases with the improvement of personal strength.

The nobles played tricks that could not be put on the stage, and Mephis did not have the slightest scruples, but just glanced at the family crest on the private soldiers at random, and handed it to Heviel to clear the field.

The private soldiers were unreasonable, and if the volunteers of the orphanage stopped them, they would beat them on the spot until they could not move, and there was an explanation on them, as long as the bad old man was not moved, they would be fine, so they walked in as if they had been in a big rage and were ready to shout, and by the way, they broke something and made a mess before leaving.

Unfortunately, this time it was not so lucky, the private soldiers had just stepped into the church and were about to say something, and someone had just raised their feet and was about to kick the bench at the door to increase their momentum, and before they could say anything, they were instantly beaten back into their stomachs.

The private soldier who walked in front bore the brunt, and this person only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen in front of him and then lost consciousness, and the private soldier in the eyes of others flew out like a cannonball.

Hevill withdrew her fist and continued to walk forward, reaching the second private soldier with another side kick that sent the second private flying.

“！！”

The other private soldiers opened their eyes wide and didn't understand, even if they were resisted in the past, it was the two sides who yelled a few times, and the impulsive young people did it first, and then they 'reasonably suppressed the mob', where have you ever seen it start as soon as it comes up? Seeing Hevier continue walking, the men suddenly pulled out their weapons in shock.

These gangsters with mantis arms as cars!

Heviel immediately rushed into the crowd, beating these private soldiers with his bare hands, regardless of the other party's reaction, he slapped and kicked out on the ground, the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great, and it didn't take long for almost all the private soldiers who had just rushed in to be thrown out of the church, stacked Arhats as if they were piled together, and when the last person was left, Mephis stopped Hevier.

"Y-Don't come here!! You're welcome to come over again!! I'm ......."

Finally, the surviving privates breathed a sigh of relief, and their minds flooded with what little sanity they had, and they prepared to report to their home to warn Mephis not to meddle in his affairs. But halfway through the sentence, Mephis smiled and took out the magic book and pushed it in front of him, and the remaining half of the words were stuck in his throat and couldn't spit out.

In front of the magic book, the crimson magic power was compressed into an even sphere, almost close to the tip of the mercenary's nose, and the hot eruption burned the private soldier and made his skin tingle, this man had no doubt that as long as the mage in front of him let go of his hand a little, everything in his mind would be fully cooked.

Private soldiers work for nobles, and they are nurtured in the environment of Annaloth, even if they don't have any fame, they can somewhat understand the strength of a mage, this kind of instantaneous spell casting without warning! Private soldiers don't understand...... But it is definitely better than the spell advisor of the noble lord's house, because the advisor has to sing for three or four seconds to release a fireball, but Mephis comes with his hand raised, and not even a blind person can see the difference.

Mephis's face, half peeking out from behind the Wizard Book.

"I didn't keep you to talk nonsense, but to bring it back, understand?"

The private soldier knelt down at that time, almost crying, and nodded desperately to show that he understood, and said that I will come with the class to make soy sauce and what do you care about me? It's better to be overturned like a colleague, at least it won't be life-threatening.

Mephis put away the magic guide book, and pulled out the brand-new sword on the private soldier, this sword is very well maintained and has almost never been used, and after watching it, he handed it to Hevier to weigh twice, Heviel looked at Mephis a few times with dissatisfaction when he received it, and the two made eye contact for a while, and finally Hevier still opened his mouth to bite on it.

With a few exaggerated crisp sounds, several people present trembled, unconsciously touched their chins and vaguely felt sour teeth, and the aristocratic private soldiers shook out of rhythm with the voice, and their hearts were so empty that they were dying.

"I'm about to build a library nearby, I don't want this neighborhood to be noisy all the time, and I hope that your master can be a little more considerate, and it would be better for everyone to live in peace, otherwise no one can predict how things will develop."

Mephis retrieved the tattered saber and returned it to the mercenary, patted him lightly on the shoulder to show comfort, casually sent these people away, solved these people, and then regained Dean Robson, what happened before was seen in the eyes, so Mephis shrugged his shoulders with pretended to be relaxed.

"The reality here is much worse than I thought it would be."

"As a scholar, you're more domineering than I thought."

"When traveling, one hand is always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need, and the other hand takes up arms to drive away wild dogs and wolves, and that's it."

"Don't tell me too much, Mr. Mephis, I understand your purpose, and I won't give the orphanage to anyone."

Dean Roberson stubbornly insisted on his original intention, the orphanage was the hope of these street children, who were abandoned by their parents, but not by the gods, who loved the world.

Mephis shook her head.

"I'm not so naïve that I won't ask for the title deed here, but more in the hope of seeking cooperation."

"Cooperation?"

"Yes, I hope you can rent me land to build a library, and I will educate the children here for free and give them the opportunity to change their lives, and in the future, part of the library's income will be used to improve the environment of the orphanage."

The borders of the empire are not very peaceful, there are many bandits, a few poor children are brought back from the orphanage every year, and there are even many mixed-race children of different races, there are not many people who discriminate against these mixed-race children, and without the orphanage, who knows what kind of treatment they will encounter when they are outcast.

The orphanage does not have the conditions to educate street children, many street children grow up to be homeless, children of human blood can still find a living job, children of foreign blood are difficult to survive, only save some money to try to find their own tribe elsewhere, the possibility of success is worrying.

"What do you want?"

"Just an open space."

"It's incredible, I don't see how it's good for you."

Dean Robertson was a little puzzled, the construction of the library itself required a lot of financial resources, and Mephis also promised to share the proceeds of the library with the orphanage, no matter how I look at Mephis, I don't even ask for anything in return, which makes Robertson doubt his motives.

If Mephis knew what was going on in his heart, he would have put on an innocent look: Give me a chance, I want to be a good person.

In fact, Mephis is a black household, and he cannot obtain the right to control the land in the city by legal means in a short time, and can only get a large enough land under the name of the orphanage.

Mephis, realizing that she was being suspected of motives, smiled wryly in embarrassment, and then sighed softly.

"If I had to say, building a library has been a boon in itself, and being in the Camorra for so long is the place where I could stand the best position. Then my personal thought is that I feel that I can go on and help the children here, after all, they are quite pitiful, and I will be very proud if I can change their fate. ”

Dean Roberson did not immediately agree, and was ready to give Mephis an answer tomorrow, but Mephiss gladly agreed, knowing that it was almost done.

On the way back, Hervier begins to complain about Mephis giving all the money to the orphanage.

"Is this a good deed, or are you going to steal food from the street children?"

"I'm speechless!"

Heviel couldn't speak, but followed Mephis with resentment, and Mephis's piercing gaze made Mephis feel uncomfortable.

"You've been looking at me all the way, am I so attractive?"

"I'm thinking about the bones in Master Mephis."

"That's not a good habit, are you a dog? Hehe, don't accept and bite me. ”

With a whine, Mephis's arm was bitten into Hevel's hand.

"Whoa, no Relent! ”

Pedestrians on the road looked sideways, and many of them whispered 'show affection, die quickly' and left.

A few minutes later, Mephis was leaning against the wall and blowing on his arm, which was covered with teeth marks as neat as a watch, and saliva on them.

"You're really biting?"

Hevier straightened her chest.

"Master Mephis said, 'Don't bite me', I've never heard such a stupid request, and I really don't accept it, if you don't bite now, when?"

Mephis's expression fell, and he pushed forward with both hands in fists, and said with difficulty.

"Your Excellency is really a master of biting, and you are losing."

"Hmph, it's still very upset."

Afterwards, Mephes gains a passive ability and actively maintains a two-meter distance from Hevier.

There were a lot of people gathered around the inn, and a group of soldiers in the distance blocked the street, and Mephis and Hevier couldn't help frowning as they looked over there.

The taste of blood......

When this happened near the inn where Mephis was depressed, he immediately found the innkeeper and gave him a gold coin, and the boss explained enthusiastically in the face of the money.

There was a tragedy in Camorra City last night, a team of soldiers who were patrolling were attacked by monsters, and the magic armor could not protect them, after nine minutes of fighting, all 21 people, including the swordsman who led the team, were killed, none of the bodies were intact, and no monster corpses were found at the scene.

The city garrison has issued a wanted notice, and the mercenary association has also issued a relevant bounty, telling ordinary citizens not to go out at night to avoid accidents.

Killed a magical armored patrol in a very short period of time? Mephis recalls the experience in the game, and has never heard of anything like this happening to the Camorra.

"Hervel, you've seen soldiers equipped with magic armor too, how do you feel?"

"Goblins equipped with holy swords are still goblins, and if I change them, a sprint will destroy them."

Mephis was about to go upstairs to her room to rest, but when she went up to the second floor, a mysterious fat man suddenly pounced, and Hervier quickly grabbed the fat man by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

"What people!!"

"Yes, it's my ......"

The fat man replied with difficulty, Mephis took a closer look, this is not Fippley or who, I haven't seen this guy lose weight for a day, and his clothes are also tattered, and he can't bear to look at it directly, thanks to the fact that humans have racial resistance to choking his neck, otherwise he would have fainted.

Mephis hurriedly helped him up.

"How did you become like this?"

"Ahem, ahem... Mr. Mephis, help me, please help me, I won't survive tonight, I can feel that guy staring at me, I don't know why it didn't move during the day, but I know that it won't let me go! ”

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PS: Sorry, the update is late, something happened during the day today to delay time, a little rushed and messy.

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