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Garcia the Decapitator.

Even in the Sweeper Brigade, he has always had a bad reputation.

Tyrannical, foul-mouthed, aggressive, and extremely protective of short-sightedness.

What's more, he's strong.

The Great Sword Bearer of the Four Seals level almost stood firmly in the second echelon of the Order's powerhouse sequence, and he was the top handful of people even in the Four Seals level.

Wild Intuition, Divine Speed Realm, Holy Spirit Awakening, Electrical Energy Surge

Although the four abilities do not complement each other, they are enough to form flexible and changeable multiple tactics with them as the core.

The clever combination of abilities coupled with personal prowess made few people give in to what he really cared about.

But that doesn't mean there isn't.

At least the one in front of me is definitely one of them.

It was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties, his long frost-white hair was tied behind him in a ponytail very casually, and his face was not very vicissitudes but was engraved with the marks of time.

He didn't exude any amazing aura of a strong man, nor did he have any prosaic like an ordinary person, he just stood there, like a pine and cypress, with an extremely inappropriate painting style holding a wormwood in his mouth, and standing there cynically.

However...... Garcia's facial muscles spasmed slightly at the same time he saw him.

Within the Order, among the sword-wielders, there are many people who have reached the end of the mortal path and are qualified to compete for the strongest name, but there are definitely not many, and Blake, who fell in Hemtika, is definitely one of them, but compared to this guy in front of him, it is much inferior.

His name was Wyman, and although many people referred to him as Veteran Wyman, many more called him Madman, Madman Wyman.

But that's not what makes him so jealous, the real reason is not only because of his strong strength and paranoid personality that borders on madness, but also because he is the captain of the Sweeper Brigade, and it is his ...... Immediate superior.

"Why not do it. ”

The long-haired man asked, his voice was not loud, it was very low and gentle, and his figure was not very burly, at least compared to him, compared to Garcia, ridiculously like a small man whose physique had just begun to grow, but in terms of momentum, it completely crushed the decapitator who was known for his vulgarity and ferocity.

It's like a jackal meets a lion.

Garcia felt the trembling of the mortal threat to his life for the first time in a long time, and felt the excitement of the rushing blood in his body.

But...... Now is not the time.

Before undergoing the fifth baptism, he had no chance of winning even half a point before he completely integrated his abilities and opened the shackles.

So, he let go of his clenched fist, slapped the big bald head on the top of his head, and his hideous face showed a simple and honest smile: "Captain, I don't understand what you mean?"

"Are you sure?" Wyman said with a normal, but creepy smile on his lips, "If I'm not mistaken, Ralph's kid is your nephew, aren't you going to do something for him, like revenge?"

Ralph

That little bastard who was punched into the infirmary made him quite faceless.

Garcia's expression on his face paused slightly, if he wanted to describe it, it was probably the kind of discomfort and pain that he couldn't spit out after eating flies, but it was only for a moment, and soon his face was back on a smile: "No matter what, I have to sell you a face, don't you?"

Wyman, the captain of the Sweeper's Brigade, is the chief examiner of this year's Sword Bearers, and he is also the one in charge, not to mention him, even a figure like Casshuawald is subject to his restraint here, so this reason is good and appropriate.

However, plans don't always keep up with changes.

"Then I have to thank you," Wyman's smile widened, his eyes as sharp as a knife gave a hairy sense of danger, "I remember you seemed to have asked him to speak in today's class, what? weren't you planning to take advantage of this opportunity to find fault with him, and then ...... Teach him a lesson?"

"I really care about that little guy," Garcia, who has the title of decapitator, naturally will not be a soft egg who will only blindly escape, and after realizing that he can't hide it, he restrained the smile on his face and asked directly, "You were nearby at the time?"

"Perhaps," Wyman didn't answer the question, "tell me what made you give up on doing it." ”

"Yes"

Speechless for a while, the tall and burly bald man was silent.

But after much deliberation, he opened his mouth.

"It's intuition"

This is an almost unreasonable answer, if it were an ordinary person, it would probably be unbelievable, but the captain of the Sweeper Brigade was not surprised by this, just nodded knowingly, did not look at him even a single more, and turned away.

Looking at his back, Garcia's face showed a look of annoyance, but he didn't say much.

What do you mean?

Although I knew that the boy named Judas and was being watched by Wyman must have something wrong, how could this kind of thing, this kind of thing be said!

He's Garcia, Garcia the Decapitator!

How could you be frightened by a one-seal level sword wielder? What are you kidding!

Seeing the madman leave, the tall and burly sword-wielding man who was almost like a giant let out a cold snort, and then turned to leave, and because of this, he didn't see it, and Wyman suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter?"

The man who tied his long frost-white hair behind him in a ponytail looked up and looked cautiously at Cashuwald, who was blocking his way, with a gentle smile on his face all the time.

"I have a thing I want to ask you for. ”

The lecturer of the military theory class bowed slightly to him, and his face gradually became solemn: "This matter is very important to me, and please raise your noble hand." ”

Captain of the Sweeper Brigade and qualified to compete for the title of the strongest among the Order's thousands, tens of thousands of sword-wielders, Wyman turned sideways to avoid Casshuawald's salute, his eyes flashing: "If it's within my purview, I can't do it. ”

"I'm sorry for you. "The great sword-wielder with the name of the weaver said, "Please help me investigate a child." ”

"Judas ......?" said in a slightly confused tone.

"No, not really. The mild-mannered middle-aged man touched his nose and replied, "It's Kozmo." ”

"That kid, I know. A reasonably warm smile appeared on the face of the man Garcia called a madman, "Among this group of freshmen, there is a very, very interesting little fellow who is very close to him. ”

"Judas. The name, which Caswwald had obviously heard of, "is indeed a guy with quite a lot of potential." ”

"It's not that simple, weaver of the chants, supreme gods. Wyman said, with a hint of danger and even madness in his eyes," he said...... Unlike everyone else, there is absolutely no way for ordinary people to make our famous beheaders feel intimidated and terrified. ”

"Garcia?" Casuwald stroked the hair that fell down on his right, "he doesn't look like someone who would be scared. ”

"But he is closer to a beast in the realm of intuition than a man. The corners of the Sweeper's Brigade's mouth curled slightly, "And the beast ...... They are often able to perceive things that humans are not able to perceive. ”

He paused: "Like the smell of blood, like "

"Death. ”

Eventually, a hideous and bloodthirsty smile is sketched.

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