"Why don't you kill him!", the Ringwrath roared madly, he wondered if he had chosen the wrong person, Bernick, the Rakshasa ghost, was not a killer, which made the Ringwrath almost driven crazy. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info has encountered four waves of ambushes along the way, but he always shows mercy to his subordinates, knocking these assassins unconscious, or tying them up somewhere, and never being ruthless. At this time, the spirit of the ring spirit fluctuated violently, and it was completely conceivable how manic and irritated he was at this time, "If you keep doing this, there will always be a time when you will miss and be killed! Those superior ones are never as acceptable as they appear, and every superior person has climbed to the top by stepping on the bones of countless people, don't you kid understand?"

The successive ambushes made Bennick look very embarrassed, and the package was lost, but fortunately he found a lot of money from those people, and it didn't matter if the package was lost. In just over ten days, his battle qi had climbed to the third level, and the qi training technique taught to him by the ring spirit had also achieved a slight success. The power of the two erupted with one plus one greater than two, and it also allowed him to get through the difficulties continuously. Although embarrassed, there was no frustration on his face, and his face was resolute and full of self-confidence.

Yes, the battle spirit has grown by leaps and bounds in more than ten days, and this change has made him full of unparalleled confidence in his future. He believes that as long as he can persevere, it won't be long before he can become a real titled sword master, and maybe he may even break through the sword master to become a great sword master, or even win the sword master. There was a faint flame burning stubbornly in his heart, and the Sword Master was no longer a dream for him, but something that was indeed very likely to be touched.

He also pushed his dream to the next level, that is, the top of the sword master profession - the cutter.

"Don't worry, I won't be caught, and I didn't kill even anyone, even if I was caught, I believe that with the heart of the city lord, it won't harm me. The more confident a person is, the more independent he becomes, although it has not been for a long time, but he has been faintly aware of the fear of this ring for Wren. When one person is afraid of another, he either scolds the other person for showing his fearless courage, or flees without a fight.

The Ringwraith was afraid, which made Bernick doubt everything the Ringwraith had said. A ghost who has lived for thousands of years can be afraid of a living person? No kidding, every ghost of this kind in knightly novels has extremely powerful abilities, how can he be afraid of a human? And the Ringwraith's constant demand for him to kill on a killing spree also made Bernick distrustful and questioning the Ringwraith. Is this what the "right way" should do?

Shouldn't all the righteous paths be bright, warm, and righteous? Aren't they like pastors who have a heart for helping the world? Why is this spirit so murderous?

Bernick didn't know much about the complexities of human nature in the world, and he hadn't studied for a long time, let alone had much in-depth knowledge. He is an ordinary little boy, a little boy who has suffered humiliation and accidents, with an ordinary heart, but ordinary has the normal three views that most people have.

So he won't kill people, it's not good to kill, and if he wants to kill people, he can only do it if the other party wants to kill himself. Judging from this ambush, the other party's purpose was to capture him, not kill him, which made him a little annoyed by his initial impulse. Why don't you try to trust the lord of the castle? If it's the lord of the castle, it should be fine, right?

Now Bernick does not see this escape as a game between life and death, but as a kind of exercise. He has done nothing wrong and should not have suffered anything.

Frequent human tracks began to appear on the official road, and a caravan was slowly moving forward, all of which indicated that there should be a city not far away. Bennik has never left Ortlenburg since he was born, and for him his world is only the size of Ortlenburg. Before he entered the academy, his greatest hobby was to sit in the tavern after work and listen to the nonsense of the guests who came and went. In their mouths, the outside world is unfolding in front of Bennick's eyes little by little, coupled with a little bit of his own fantasy, which makes Bennick full of yearning for the outside.

"Hello sir, may I ask what city is ahead?", Bernick patted the dust off his body, and carried a looted trophie sword at his waist, the tip of the scabbard about to drag to the ground.

The middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a dress with decent craftsmanship, his eyes were calm and calm, and the only thing that made people wonder was that his face was so greasy, as if he had just pulled his head out of an oil can.

"Milin City. His voice startled Bernick, like two pieces of metal hitting each other, and the sound was hard and rough, not like a human voice at all. After the man finished speaking, he glanced at Bernick and continued to walk along the official road, distancing himself from Bennick.

Kook!

Bennik faintly looked forward to it in his heart, Millin City, the capital of Bell Province, it is said that the city lord was here, and with less than 5,000 troops, he wiped out more than 50,000 rebels! It completely fixed the status of the city lord in Bell Province, and also made many of Bennik's friends and relatives become rich men who were popular with everyone -- war dividends are indeed something that makes people blush, as long as they can be open-minded, as long as they can not die, they will inevitably be able to distribute a large amount of money, money that a person cannot earn in a normal life for several lifetimes.

Taking a deep breath, Bernick stepped onto the avenue to Millin City.

"You mean, Bennik is getting braver and faster?", Jasmine wiped the sword around her waist as she was assigned one last capture mission to bring Bernick back to Ortlenburg. In fact, Blair is better at this kind of combat mission, but Wren is afraid that this guy will fight easily, or Bernick will resist too fiercely, so Blair can't stop. After all, the combat power of the fire system is often extremely destructive, and if you want to control and imprison this kind of capture task, it is obviously Jasmine who is more suitable.

Jasmine, who is known as the Frost Sword, has an ice-attribute battle qi, which can often make the opponent lose control of the body unconsciously in battle, and every time she fights, she can let her battle qi invade the opponent's body. In evenly matched battles, Jasmine is almost invincible, and only an absolutely restrained class like the fire attribute can get rid of the interference of her frost and freezing air.

"It seems that the lord of the city values this kid very much, and this is the first time that the lord of the castle has asked me to do something. Sitting in a tavern near a window, through which you can see the pedestrians on the street at a glance. Across from Jasmine sat a young man in his twenties, who looked at Jasmine with admiration and a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

He lowered his head, not daring to let Jasmine notice his gaze, but how could he know that as an excellent titled swordsman, his gaze had long been captured by Jasmine. In Jasmine's opinion, this may be the love of ants for elephants, and she doesn't find it ridiculous and doesn't take it too seriously, just like she now shows that it doesn't matter.

The young man smiled drunkenly, "Yes, you will be valued by the city lord after all, after all, you are the frost sword, the leading female swordsman." ”

Jasmine raised the thin sword, and there was not a trace of scratches on the sword, and the body of the sword was polished by sheepskin, which could reflect the human figure. She watched her own shadow reflected on the body of the sword, her sexy and full red lips raised slightly, and the young man opposite suddenly lowered his head, clutching his chest, and his beating heart almost jumped out of his mouth.

In fact, Jasmine is not young anymore, her peers have all become mothers, only she is still single. But she didn't regret it, the thing of power fascinated her deeply, and she felt an inexplicable pleasure when she swung the sword with the most sensitive feeling when she felt the blade cut through the air, cut through the airflow, and cut everything in the process of swinging.

The corner of her eyes moved, the long sword was instantly sheathed, and she looked out the window at the young man with his head held high and full of confidence walking out of the city gate, looking at the city with a curious face. That was the goal of her trip, and she pulled out a silver coin and placed it between her thumb and forefinger, and with a flick of her index finger, it flew and fell into the deep ditch of the wine girl. The girl smiled and threw her wink, she had worked on this occasion for five or six years, and she had long been exhausted, and both men and women ate it.

The young man scrambled to his feet and followed Jasmine, and as he was about to go out, he turned his head and glared at the girl.

The girl smiled coquettishly, and her undulating chest made the young man's face even redder.

"It's such a big city, no wonder the drunkards are clamoring that they can't come to Milin once, and never know how poor Ortronburg is. His eyes flashed with a strange light, and his eyes were not enough to see at all, "Just Milin City is so prosperous, so what kind of prosperity is Alexandria, which is known as a commercial country, and the imperial capital of Orlando, the center of the Orlando Empire?"

"Bernick!"

A soft cry came from his ears, and Bennick's smile suddenly fell, and he scratched his head as he looked at the woman standing in the middle of the street with a long sword in her eyes, and the amazement in her eyes flashed. "Is it again? Is it you this time?Ms. Jasmine?!"

To the people of Ortrenburg, Jasmine is not a stranger, but rather quite familiar. People are very fond of Wren, the lord of the city who has no shelf, and they also talk about his "family affairs". Among them, Jasmine, the martial arts teacher of Celeste, the little princess of Ortlenburg, is also one of the objects of discussion. (To be continued.) )