readx;? Ever since I punched the Paddeley family at the age of six, the stinky fat man who always robbed Brant of their pocket money, I decided that I wanted to be a hero when I grew up!

Because when the big fat man who was the same age as us, but who was already one meter and five heads, fell to the ground and cried, Brandt and their adoration said that I was a hero, which made me feel very happy!

What's more, Lao Tzu is a genius!

But when I was eight years old, the old man stopped letting me shake my fists, well, maybe because the fellows who were training knights at the same time were running to their homes with bruised noses and swollen faces to complain?

The old man told me that not everything in the world can be solved with fists. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't understand, I just know, whoever makes me unhappy, I'll him!

Then I was beaten.

As time went by, I gradually understood the old man's words, and it was because Karl got a long sword out of nowhere to show off in front of me, and I punched him...

However, this time in exchange for not the worship of my friends, but the horror, they no longer call me a hero.

I asked the old man what a hero was, and the old man said that he would understand when I grew up.

I didn't want to wait, so I turned to a lot of books about the famous heroes of the empire, and the deeds that alone blocked thousands of armies, killed all sides, and sang and cried made my whole blood boil!

From then on, I decided that I wanted to be a hero!

But this does not seem to be a heroic era.

The world is stable, the four seas are peaceful, except for a few street hooligans who don't have a chance to be a hero at all, I heard them say that there will be occasional wars in the north, I want to go, but the old man won't let me.

Later, the Empire began to announce the encirclement of the Holy See of Light, and I felt that my opportunity had come.

I slipped into the army and punched... Borrowed a suit of armor and asked a lone soldier.

When I went into battle, the buddies around me were shaking all the time, and I wanted to punch them.

Then the trumpet sounded, and I began to charge, but when I came to my senses, I found that they were all still standing there, and the captain was still yelling at me, and I later learned that the horn was for us to prepare.

But at this time, I didn't know that I rushed there, and there was a guy in front of me who looked bullish, and I didn't say a word, and I went up and punched him.

And then the war ended ...

The soldiers threw me high and shouted the title I had always dreamed of - hero.

Is this a hero? Winning the head of the enemy in the army seems to be the same as in the story, but I always feel that something is missing, and I can't say what it is.

After a few more fights, more and more people called me a hero, but I didn't think it was interesting, maybe these guys couldn't help fighting.

For the next two years, I began to devote all my thoughts to cultivation, just waiting to go to the northern battlefield.

But at this time, I met the enemy for the first time in my life, the old man who was also the Holy See of Light, he was very powerful, and I almost died at his hands.

For the rest of my life, I began to cultivate hard and cling to great power, because I felt that only people with great strength were worthy of heroes.

But at this moment, the greatest disaster of my life struck.

My dad asked me to play for a rookie who I could slap to death, and to follow him to a deep mountain and wilderness where there would never be a chance to make a name for himself.

To be honest, I wanted to punch him several times on the way... But thinking about his thin little body bones, forget it.

But then I found out that this guy is still quite powerful, well, I don't mean his fists.

He was very good at using his brains and could speak well, especially one of my brothers who saved me, and although I didn't like this man, I was grateful to him at the time.

Later, he didn't know what tricks he played, and the town, which I thought could have been used as a cemetery, miraculously prospered.

By his rhetoric, my brethren betrayed me.

Originally, everyone wanted to give him a punch, but now everyone is looking at him, and they are willing to listen to his call every day to run forward and backward in the town.

I felt isolated.

Forget it, those boring things aren't my favorite anyway.

Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate!

I tried to tell myself that I was trying to be a hero, but what exactly is a hero? How do I become a hero? I was a little confused.

During this period of depression, I started to wander around, and the things that the treacherous guy had made were quite interesting anyway.

Once, on the street, a little imp dared to steal my money bag, and I grabbed it, but instead of returning it to me, he threw it to his companion.

I was so angry that I picked it up and asked him, "Aren't you afraid of being beaten?"

He pouted and replied very simply: "You beat it!"

It's quite a stinky fart!

I punched a hole in the wall next to me, and his eyes went straight.

But he still bit his mouth tightly, even if his whole body trembled as if he urinated frequently.

Well, I'm out of the question, although losing the money bag is not a big deal, but I think this kind of behavior is too bad, his parents need to be educated, but I can't ask where his home is, so I decided to take him to the city guard first.

But when he heard that I was going to take him away, he struggled frantically, punched and kicked my arm, and tickled me.

When he was gone, he cried to death, and kept begging me not to take him to the city guards.

I was curious, so I asked him why, but he still pouted and wouldn't speak.

At that moment, two little boys and a little girl, ragged and barefoot, like ordinary beggars, came running.

Even in prosperous Landnot, there were beggars, but they were all lazy and old, and it was the first time I had seen them so young and so many at once.

The little girl held my purse in both hands and begged me to let Robinson go.

His name is Robinson.

Then I went with them to their house... Well, maybe it's not a good word to describe it as home.

In fact, it was a few empty and dilapidated houses, and everyone in this town went to Stone Hammer Town.

But here I was shocked because I saw dozens of children who were just like them, both male and female, most of them with disabilities.

Robinson was obviously the head of the place, and when he came back, the kids were going around him barefoot, and he was holding his chin like when I was a kid.

I asked him, "What about your parents, why don't you live in Stone Hammer?"

Robinson didn't speak, and the little girl who gave me back my purse told me that they were orphans, and that Stonehammer would not hire children like them.

I'm amazed, how did they live without parents?

It didn't take long for an answer to emerge.

A drunken bald head with a bottle of wine appeared in town, and I saw the children shivering at this moment and hiding behind Robinson.

Later I learned that they had been living in the Nile City, and that this bald head had made them beg and steal, and if they didn't complete the task, they would have punched, kicked and even more brutally injured, and most of the injuries on the children's bodies were caused by him.

I later learned that Robinson was their main force, and if he was captured by the City Guards, the remaining children would have no one to protect.

The scoundrel staggered over, completely oblivious to my presence, and when he learned that there was no gain for the day, he raised his hand and slapped at the timid girl.

I grabbed my hand, and he noticed me.

I kicked him this time, I'm afraid he won't grow a beard in his life, uh, it's not afraid, it's for sure!

He cried and begged for mercy and ran away.

The children gathered around me, looking at me with big eyes, pure, bright, and twinkling with tears, and Robinson didn't say a word, and kowtowed three times in front of me.

I don't know what it was like, I can't put it into words, but it reminds me of when I punched that fat man.

No!

Ten times stronger than that! 100 times stronger!

Then they tried to throw me up, and even though I was heavy, they did it, even though they were all out of breath, but they were smiling like the sun.

I started running around the town every day, bringing them food and clothing, helping them build furniture, repairing leaky eaves and windows, and doing things that used to be extremely boring.

I suddenly felt that this place... It's also quite interesting.

After careful consideration, I decided that it was not an option for them to stay in this desolate town, so I took Robinson and Lily and a few other children to the convent.

Caterina agreed to leave them behind, it's my unbeatable since then... Well, for the first time since I was able to fight, I felt an indescribable pleasure.

But at this moment, something bad happened.

When I went to town the next day to take them away, Lily told me that Robinson and Jill's children had been captured by a group of soldiers, saying they were blocking the road and robbing them.

I didn't think that kid Robinson would do such a thing, so I rushed to the barracks.

But what I have in front of me is a neat list of evidence, both human and material.

I asked to see Robinson, but I was denied.

And when they saw that I was angry, they pointed their swords at me.

I wasn't afraid of these swords, but I endured it anyway.

I am no longer that child, I already know that not everything in the world can be solved by fists, my authority is also my shackles, and my identity does not allow me to come nonsense.

Instead of going to that town again, I went straight back to Stonehammer and asked Caterina to bring the rest of the children back first.

Because I was panicking, I was scared, I didn't know how to face their disappointed eyes, I didn't want them to be sad and sad.

No!

They won't be sad! They won't be sad! I'll get Robinson out!

I can't solve this matter, but there is one person who can definitely do it!

"I apologize to you for all the rudeness that happened before!" Kane bowed deeply with a serious face.

Then the haughty male lion bent one leg and slowly fell to one knee on the ground, like a docile sheep.

His eyes were red, indicating his recent rest, and his voice was heavy and a little hoarse, but he said with great seriousness: "As long as you are willing to save those children, I, Kane, swear, will do anything for you, adults!"