"It's really troublesome!" Looking at the god in front of him who had lost his memory, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help but sigh.

People with amnesia are already very troublesome, and the god of amnesia is even more troublesome.

If it was the Marquis Vaubana, he might be able to shoot directly at the boy without care, but Zheng Shuanglong, who is not so necessary for power, has no intention of shooting at the guy with amnesia.

This is not only out of dignity and royal way, but also because of the original heart, which is contrary to the original heart, and the soul is dusty, but it will hinder the cultivation.

However, it is not possible to leave this amnesiac god alone. Who knows when he will regain his memory and when he will do something.

God, after all, is God, but it is not such a simple existence. Even if you leave it alone, it will have a big impact.

The advent of the god of war will cause war, the arrival of the god of fire will cause fire and drought, and the arrival of the god of the sea will cause a tsunami...... God, as long as he exists, will have a great influence.

"Trouble? No, I don't know my name or origin, but I don't have any special troubles. All I need to do is know what matters most to me. The young man with a hearty smile on his face said lightly.

"The most important thing?" Listening to the young man's words, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help asking.

The most important thing is that this is the essence of God, and sure enough, even if you have amnesia, you still have a reaction to your own essence.

"Well, I'm the winner. Victory is always in my hands. This is the essence of who I am. No matter what kind of battle we encounter, no matter what enemy we face, our victory will not change and cannot be shaken. The arrogant declaration was uttered by the boy.

"Is that so?" And listening to the young man's words, Zheng Shuanglong's head hurt even more.

The god of victory, the god of undefeated armies. Either way, it is estimated that there will be a war on the European continent, and hopefully it will not be a third world war. You must know that the five rogue countries all have weapons in their hands to level the world, and once the third world war occurs, it is estimated that the world will almost be leveled by nuclear peace. It's really the worst thing that can happen.

For this current society, the god of war, the god of victory or something. It's more troublesome than gods like the god of fire, the god of the sea, the god of the mountain, and the god of the sun!

"That's it, so I haven't experienced defeat once so far! Because no one can overcome me. Well, as soon as I start fighting, I will get excited, and I can't help but move in earnest......" Then the young man who looked at him and sighed suddenly said, "How is it? Would you like to play with me? Can you play with me for a while? If it were you, you might be able to give me a taste of defeat. ”

"Not interested at all! At least, I'm not interested in you at all. Faced with the boy's invitation, Zheng Shuanglong shrugged. He said unconcernedly: "Bullying the gods who have lost their memories, fighting like this is not an honor for me, but a shame, so if you want to fight, you can get yourself back, winner." ”

said. Zheng Shuanglong was ready to leave. At the moment when the teenager did not find himself, Zheng Shuanglong was not ready to do it. This is true even if the prey is taken by other godslayers.

Zheng Shuanglong's face is very thick-skinned, but Zheng Shuanglong's heart can't be polluted. Something that goes against his heart, Zheng Shuanglong won't do it.

"While it's sad to be hurt, it's definitely not a shame. It is the truth of the world that people are injured as warriors. As long as the one who fights will always be injured. This is evidence that I have fought. Looking at Zheng Shuanglong, who was about to leave, the young man said very seriously and seriously: "I am the embodiment of battle and victory. Wounded. There are also soldiers who continue to fight despite being overworked. There used to be people who gave up their weapons in battle, but this guy didn't run away. That's how they are called warriors. I am the strongest, the one who smits all adversaries. I want to have a good fight with you. ”

The boy smiled. Not a faint smile like just now, but a very fierce smile. This kind of smile, Zheng Shuanglong saw it for the first time from the young man's face.

But. Even if he said so, Zheng Shuanglong would not change his mind.

Combat is sacred and unscrupulous, however, it must be combat. Fighting a wounded, amnesiac being is not a fight, it's bullying.

The king has the dignity of a king, the majesty of a king, and the way of a king. The king can be brutal, the king can be murderous, the king can be tyrannical, the king can be cold-blooded, the king can be ruthless, but, no matter if, bullying is not what the king should do.

Therefore, in the face of the young man's invitation to fight again, Zheng Shuanglong did not accept it, but waved his hand, ready to return to Lihua and Nagato Yuxi's side.

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong's departure, the young man followed without hesitation, after all, in Zheng Shuanglong's body, the young man found an interesting atmosphere. It was the breath of a warrior.

Zheng Shuanglong didn't care about the fact that the boy was following him, an incomplete god, under his gaze, there was no threat. This is especially true when this incomplete god even his own memories are scattered.

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The sun, the beach, the ocean, and the beautiful girl make time pass very fast.

Soon, it was getting dark.

The slowly sinking sun dyed the pier orange, and at this moment, it was already time to go back, presumably that Yuri Wanli and Seiqiuin Ena should also arrive at the hotel in Sardinia, Italy.

Therefore, Zheng Shuanglong, Lihua Song, and Nagato Youxi were ready to go back, of course, the young man, the mysterious young man who didn't know that he was a god, was still by Zheng Shuanglong's side.

After all, for the teenager, apart from Zheng Shuanglong, there is really nothing worth caring about in this port.

As for whether it was right to take a god with an unknown purpose back to the hotel, Zheng Shuanglong didn't care at all.

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Harbor Street at dusk. A seaside path dyed in bright orange.

Zheng Shuanglong, Lihua Song, Nagato Yuki and the boy were on the way back to the hotel when they met a troublesome person, well, a rather troublesome girl.

"Hey, you're walking there - sorry for the sudden interruption, I want to ask for something." That's in Italian. If it weren't for the existence of Qianzhi's language, Zheng Shuanglong wouldn't have understood what she was saying at all. Or you need Yuki Nagato to translate it.

Nagato Yuki is a girl who is proficient in all the languages of the earth, whether it is Chinese, English, German, Russian, French, Italian, or local dialects, or indigenous languages, Nagato Yuki can understand and speak.

After all. Language is information, and information is no problem at all for Yuki Nagato, who has the skills to operate information.

It was a beautiful girl who stopped Zheng Shuanglong and his party,

By European benchmarks, height is not very high. But it's just over 1.6 meters. But how to describe this sense of majesty? Standing there proudly like a queen.

Her long blonde hair fluttered in the sea breeze. She was dressed in red, and the red feeling was even more prominent against the background of the orange sun and her long golden hair. Like a flame burning red with gold hair. It's like a warrior with a crown. Gorgeously decorated on her head.

But more important than this is the beauty of a girl. That's beauty enough to catch anyone's eye. The beauty that I made delicately. More upright than any doll.,More domineering than any model or actor.,Full of nobility and confidence.,A face that will never be forgotten.。

"Tell me everything you know about the God who appears on this island. My name is Erica? Bnutstree. You don't need to give your name, just give this as a gift in return. The girl named Erica, who stopped Zheng Shuanglong and his party, said proudly.

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Milan is the metropolis that represents the north. to culture, economy, fashion, sports, etc. It is known as the center of various fields.

Meet Erica? Everyone in Brontree knows that she is the girl who gathers the best of Milan.

For generations, her ancestors were the eldest lady of the famous Milanese family of Brontree. Beautiful. Noble, he has been deeply educated since he was a child, and he is full of wit and talent. It's like a rose.,A gorgeous beautiful girl.。

"Of course, this superhuman beauty of mine is an undeniable fact," Erica said with a graceful smile, "and it can be said that it is the chocolate on the cake." There's more than one thing my existence can adorn, and that alone doesn't represent all that I am - so this thing. I flatly refuse, my uncle. ”

"Of course I'll do what you say, Erica." Smiled wryly and replied that it was her only physical relative, her uncle Paul? Bnutstree.

The strongest knight in Italy is the king of the sword - Sarubatore? Tony. But it is Paul who holds the title of the highest knight? Bnutstree.

"Uncle. Let's talk about something more meaningful. Did you hear about the events in Sardinia? Ignoring her uncle's wry smile, Erica smiled.

"Well, there's a high chance that the 'God of Disobedience' will descend. Our leader Sarubatore is on his way to South America, and it will take some time to return. Let's gather some information and investigate the situation on the ground. Listening to Erica's words, Paul nodded slightly and said.

"Then please grant me the position of scout. Uncle--no, the chief of the "Brass and Black Cross", the chief of the "Bronze and Black Cross", the knight Erica is hereby petitioning. Looking at Paul, Erica said solemnly.

The Knights Templar rampant in Europe during the Middle Ages. They are knights and sons of gods and descendants of magicians who serve the demon god Bafant, and this is Erica and them. Although there are many magic associations that inherit the Templar secret rites. However, the Milan-based Bronze Black Cross is one of the strongest associations of them all.

In the face of Erica's petition, Uncle Paul shook his head with a serious expression and said, "You are my treasure—a genius child who will one day stand at the apex of association." I admit that this is my personal hope. You don't have any experience with God, right? ”

"That's right, but because I don't, I'm going to gain experience this time." Erica asserted nonchalantly, "My uncle and Princess Alice, who ruled the Council of the Magi, were awarded the title of 'Red Demon' for their achievements in the past against Lord Alec, the Black Prince. If I am going to inherit the title of my uncle, then it is necessary to show my extraordinary ability. ”

"I was twenty-five years old at the time. Ten years older than you are. Don't worry, there's still a lot to learn. It's not too late to approach God's Word, even after a few years. The far-sighted uncle said sincerely.

In the face of this sincerity, Erica did not accept it, but said very seriously: "It's too late." If I don't get merit now, the title of 'Red Demon' guarded by my uncle will be inherited by that brutal inferior Gennaro. I definitely don't want to give that man the title of the noble "Bronze Black Cross" pen. ”

"Erica. Do you want to be another god killer? Although Erica is called a child prodigy, her experience is still too shallow. The merit of inheriting this title is insufficient, and the prestige is not enough. But if you perform a meritorious service on the "God of Disobedience," the greatest calamity ever manifested in the world, the result will be different.

"I'm not that egotistical. Of course, I wouldn't mind being like Salubatoreqing if I had the chance, but that's just a luxury...... But there is still the idea of sealing the existence of the god, or suppressing him. ”

"Really! Now that you've said that, you're all ready! ”

Facing her uncle, Erica nodded as a matter of course and said, "I knew there would be such a day, so I worked hard to study the secret of Calgotha's words and summoning. If I could, I would be able to show that now. ”

"The holy spear of sighs and prayers. It's learned at this age, it's a scary little ghost. The uncle, who sighed as he spoke, suddenly changed his expression and said, "Okay, Erica." It is the knight's task to travel to dangerous places and show courage and might. If you once came out of your mouth, you will definitely complete this challenge. Got it? ”

"Yes. Elektra? Bonetree, go to Sardinia now, and investigate the local "god of disobedience". I will seal this godhead as much as I can, so that peace can be restored to the island. Just wait for the good news. ”

Facing the niece who replied respectfully, the uncle shook his head gently. "It seems that being born in this peaceful era is too difficult for you, and I really hope that you can distinguish the difference between courage and resourcelessness in the future. I hope you have friends and companions and go to the royal road of knighthood. I hope you can make this trip a success and I hope you can put me at ease. ”

"Ahra, uncle. You think I'm Hannibal? Erica smiled and said, "I think I'm more like Scipio the victor than Hannibal who failed—"

This will be understood when you meet the God of Disobedience. I'm leaving. Pray that you will survive the day when we will meet you again. Paul got up from his seat and left in front of Erica.

This is probably an accident, it was the same day that Zheng Shuanglong, the star king in Tokyo, took Lihua and Nagato Yuki to Italy, but she shouldn't know. (To be continued.) )