The activity room was surprisingly quiet, and even the even breathing sound of Tesla's people could be heard clearly. Pen~Fun~Pavilion www.biquge.info Jeff put the giant sword beside him and looked at the wonders in the sky. In this kingdom, only Templars were eligible to enter the illusionary space, and after the events of seven years ago, he struggled to find a Templar who had entered the illusionary space.

A black moon, a bleak city, and a ubiquitous horde of monsters.

At the time, the Templar told him lightly.

Jeff knew that as far as his eyes could see, the answer he had been searching for for seven years, and where the S-class monster was - he drank all the wine in his glass in the face of the monsters wandering the imperial capital in the distance, and when he wandered around the house idly before, he found a cabinet of fine wine.

These stinky boys are so violent.

For alcoholics, no matter where they are, the mellow aroma of wine never changes. Every night, he would sit at the bar, drunk, and a group of drunken middle-aged knights would sit together, bragging, complaining, and unconsciously talking until the tavern proofing.

Most of the time, he was drunk and unconscious, and was dragged down the street by his boss, and when he entered the tavern, they had lost their knightly brilliance, and were numbed with alcohol like other bald ordinary people. Of course, there will be a small number of cases.

For example, occasionally the maid of the family would come to the tavern to look for him, and drag him back to the manor with a drunken manor, and every then the uncles in the tavern who knew him well would heckle and say, "Oh, Jeff, your little lover is coming to you again!"

"Really, drunk like this again!"

Away from the tavern, when he reaches a secluded place, the other person will turn around and preach to him dissatisfied. Of course, all a little girl can say are some clichés that he forgets after his ears. Seeing that he was so drunk that he couldn't walk steadily, she even more intensified her accusation: "How can you become a hero who protects the manor?"

The first time he heard these words, Jeff laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

For him, becoming a knight vassal of a great nobleman is nothing more than a well-paid job, and even if anything happens in this city, the role of a hero will definitely not fall on a small role like theirs.

Jeff slurred, "Have you ever heard of the Knights of the Round Table? ”

In the years since he came to the imperial capital, he has also had a relationship with Alyssa, who is about to take over the seat of the Knight of the Round Table, and he has only heard that these pillars of Helutia travel all over the continent every year to crusade against those fierce monsters that he can't even think of.

"Therefore, the world of heroes is not something that those of us can understand. ”

Jeff concluded.

"No, no, no, in my opinion, anyone who can stand up in times of crisis can be called heroes!"

"Tsk, this kind of person is still 108,000 miles away from a hero. ”

Jeff smiled even more at her serious gaze - the only thing that could cost a knight's life was glory and wine.

The glory has long been out of sight, but fortunately there is still good wine with him.

Jeff picked up the bottle and poured it into it, and before he knew it, he had drunk the whole bottle, and his head was starting to get dizzy. When drinking, I often think about the past, and when I get drunk, I can throw all these unpleasantness out of my mind, which is probably the joy of drinking.

A little girl like that who is still at the age of dreaming of a hero will not understand.

Drink a glass of liquor before going to war - he is a knight from that war-torn era. When you're done drinking, it's time to go to war.

Jeff picked up the greatsword and walked alone into the distance where the demons were dancing.

The blue aura is surrounded by the giant sword, as an old hunter who has been fighting against illusion monsters for seven years, he has only one creed - his heart is like water, regardless of the difference in rank, and he treats these monsters bred by human thoughts equally. Wandering among the demons, he regained the feeling of being on the battlefield after a long absence.

The monster's sharp claws slammed into the ground, but Jeff had already followed the wall, leaping to his feet and onto the roof. The greatsword in his hand pierced the monster's eye with precision, and for such a behemoth, the sword was really limited, and the only places it could attack were its weakest points.

――Since they are monsters constructed by the subconscious, the subconscious mind must also give them some kind of weakness.

The huge ghost face screamed, and instead of blood, an inky substance splattered out of its eyes, and the moment it splashed on him, the substance turned into nothingness.

Although Jeff's scoring power has not been able to improve in the past seven years, his sword skills have been tempered in countless battles. As he drew his greatsword, he stomped on his toes and flew into the sky with the help of the bridge of the monster's nose, and before the blinded monster could break free from its pain, the dazzling blue light pierced its brain.

The fierce struggle came to an abrupt end, and the monster as tall as the house instantly turned into an exploding inky substance.

Without hesitation, Jeff rushed towards another monster of the same size that was wreaking havoc in the distance.

Generally speaking, the larger the size of the illusion monster, the more thoughts it absorbs, and the stronger it becomes. A monster the size of such a building already has the power of a royal knight. And if they are allowed to grow, they will be born with endless abilities because of the different thoughts they absorb.

Wrong.

Something must have gone wrong.

A faint uneasiness spread in Jeff's heart - according to his research, hallucinatory monsters usually swallow other mental bodies as food for evolution, why can these behemoths of similar strength coexist peacefully in this illusion space?

The next moment, Jeff's figure shuttling between the houses in the imperial capital suddenly froze.

Before he knew it, he was back down the street where the tavern was located, and in the midst of the crowd of twisted monsters, the familiar figure was walking in the direction of the manor.

"Warm ......"

As he rushed over desperately, the person who haunted him suddenly turned around, she had the exact same face as Jeff remembered, the only difference was that she stared at Jeff with a blank face, the sword in her hand stained red with Jeff's blood.

"Because you can't forget, you rush here desperately?"

As the sword pulled away from Jeff's abdomen, the latter fell to the ground, and the greatsword slid to the side.

He seemed to see again what he had seen in the fog that evening—he hid in the doorway of the manor when the sudden white branch dragged everyone in the manor into the mist, but he could not take a step towards the monster out of fear.

So, Jeff watched as she disappeared into sight.

The disappearance of the two nobles was gone after a month of unsuccessful searching, and no one ever thought that the drunkard Jeff, who had become a hangover, would be the only witness to the incident.

"I have never been able to understand human beings, knowing that there is nothing in front of me, but moths will come to me because of a glimmer of hope. ”

Jeff could clearly feel the notching power in his body dissipate like a receding tide, but even so, he still reached for the greatsword to the side with all his might.

"After the so-called Hundred Years' War in your memory, I have learned that the most delicious bait for us is not hatred, but hope, and I made it so special for you to witness that night that you had the sporadic hope that 'she might not be dead'. As you can see, after absorbing the monsters of the entire Imperial Capital and cultivating the Flame of Hope that you have cultivated for seven years, I will be able to surpass the S-rank you have assessed and become the sole master of this space. ”

Jeff wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead laughed at the sword that was pressing at him, "Sorry, you guessed wrong. I have probably come here because I suddenly discovered that there is something other than glory and wine that deserves to send the knight to his death. ”

"Boom-"

Immediately after, three dazzling rays of blue, black and orange converged.