Chapter 43: The Will
For the inheritors, they often team up with each other, so the effect of the skills of different inheritances is not a secret to the inheritors.
And knowing Roman's inheritance skills means that he can be targeted.
Luckily, the fourth-order Dead Word is one of the easier inheritances to target.
Dead Words' early skills are mainly focused on inflicting negative statuses, whether it is the first-order skill "Requiem" that can erase the opponent's desire to attack, the second-order skill "Nightmare" that drags the enemy into a dream, or the fourth-order skill "Psychic Induction" that can rewrite the opponent's subconscious.
Roy was able to use the Judgment's second-order skill "Immunity" to remove the impact.
Roman, on the other hand, didn't know that Roy had the skill set of the Judgment Inheritance, and he didn't know that he could remove the negative status at any time.
In this battle, the enemy is in the light, he is in the dark, and this information difference is his biggest advantage.
When Roman thinks he's been tricked, it's when he shows his flaws.
However, this only means that he has a chance to fight with Roman, and he will not be killed by the helpless Hatsumi like last time.
As a fourth-order inheritor, even if Roman didn't use skills, just by casting a fourth-order strength spiritual power attack, he could easily suppress him, a second-order inheritor!
Roy is also not sure that his assassination plan will make up for the rank gap between him and Roman.
Even as a dual inheritor, the difficulty of crossing the two-tier level difference is still too high.
And for outsiders, they don't know that Roy is a dual inheritor.
So much so that Leon and Gawain both felt that Roy had actually found a reliable master to help.
Otherwise, facing Roman with his strength is no different from sending him to death.
On this side, Gawain's worried expression couldn't help but relax when he heard Roy admit that he had a helper.
By this time, they had once again sat in the carriage.
After settling a deal with Leon, he needs to prepare for the impending assassination plan immediately.
Leaving Palatine House, Roy's next destination was the funeral home in the lower city.
All in all, he hadn't been here for more than ten days since he went to the dungeon to help Bob kill the ghost troops of Tsukimibo.
I don't know how Bob was doing during this time.
When he arrived at the funeral home, Roy pushed open the door and saw Bob and his party drinking in the house.
In addition to biting the wolf, there are also several mercenaries with raw faces, all with black cloth tied to their left arms.
It seems that they are all members of the Black Flag Mercenary Group, and so many people gather together, I am afraid that this place is used as a temporary base for the mercenary group.
"Yo, Roy!"
Bob's eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically stretched out his fist at him, "I haven't seen you in a while, how are you doing?" β
"I'm in Uptown, and of course it's fine."
Roy walked over with a smile and bumped fists with him, "What about you guys, how did you fight with Tsukimibo?" Did the Grim Reaper come to trouble you? β
"Didn't we all move to the city, he didn't dare to do anything wrong in the city!"
Bob snorted coldly and said the most cowardly words in the most arrogant tone.
Roy laughed dumbly.
Indeed, ordinary people can only run away when faced with the inheritor.
Just then, Bob noticed Arya, who was dressed as a maid behind Roy, and ...... Gawain.
In order to visit Paladin, Gawain specially changed into a formal suit, changing the sloppy and decadent image when he was a mercenary before, which made him look away for a while.
Only the blonde hair is still impressive.
Bob abruptly slapped the case and shouted, "Why are you here!" β
As soon as he was together, the Black Flag mercenaries also glared angrily and drew their swords at each other.
Gawain couldn't help frowning: "Do I know you?" β
"You don't know me, I know you!"
Bob grimaced and pressed the knuckles of his fingers to click, "You injured our people in the Mercenary Guild two days ago, and before you had time to settle this account with you, you sent it to the door first!" β
"Oh, that bastard." Gao Wen's face did not change, "I have never been used to people who are drunk and crazy, and I am already very merciful if I don't break his leg." β
"Say it again!" Bob raised his punching bag.
Roy sighed and raised his hand in the middle: "Don't fight, your own people!" β
He had helped Bob in the dungeon, so he was still a bit of a fighter.
Bob glared at Gawain, reluctantly retracted his hand and sat back, his tone stiff: "Why are you your own person?" β
Roy looked around.
Bob said angrily, "If you have something to say, there are all trustworthy brothers here." β
Roy nodded, and said, "We are here this time to help you clear the Tsukimifang!" β
"What!"
He was so startled that he stood up again.
The Black Flag mercenaries and the others also looked at Roy in shock.
"What, don't believe me?" Roy raised an eyebrow.
"No, no, no." Bob paced back and forth, his expression solemn, "Brother, I take your affection, but this is not a joke, I have to discuss it with the regimental leader." β
Roy frowned, "Is your head back?" β
"Soon, you should be back in a week, and I'll take you to see her then."
"That's too late." Roy shook his head.
There were only two days left until the end of the month, and there was no time to waste.
"Calm down, brother!" Bob said hurriedly.
He was probably the easiest person in the room, but now he was telling Roy to calm down.
"I know you're skilled, I'm afraid you're also an inheritor, right? But you're still young, and the Grim Reaper has been the king of the dungeon for more than ten years, and you really can't beat him, and it's not a shame! β
Bob sighed, "Tsukimibo is too deceitful, and sooner or later we will have a decisive battle with it." When the regimental commander comes back from outside the wall this time, I will definitely try to convince her to fight side by side with you, let's wait a little longer, don't rush this time! β
"I have my own struggles, too."
Roy looked at Bob and said firmly, "I won't let you die, I'll deal with the Grim Reaper, you just need to deal with the thugs of Tsukimibo." β
The Black Flag mercenaries looked at each other.
"When are you going to do it?"
This time it was the wolf biting that spoke, and the scar on the left side of his face that extended to his neck was impressive.
"Tomorrow night."
Roy said in a deep voice, "I will go into the Tsukimi Fang to be bait, and when the time comes, I will be with you inside and out." You just wait outside, and if the signs are not right, you can evacuate first. β
"It's done!"
The wolf slapped the table hard, and looked at Bob with red eyes, "Everyone has said that this is the point, and you still put this aside as a turtle with a shrunken head?" If you don't do it, I'll do it with him myself! β
"What, if you want to do it, let's do it together!"
Bob finally made up his mind, slapped the table, and said angrily, "The head of the regiment is not here, I have the final say, tomorrow night, just do it!" β
Roy was slightly silent.
I thought it would take a little more to convince them to participate, but their hatred for Tsukimibo was deeper than they thought.
He didn't have much contact with the dungeon, and he didn't know much about the history of the dungeon, nor did he know about the grievances and feuds between Tsukimibo and the Black Flag Mercenary Regiment.
But from the last battle between Yuejianfang and the Black Flag Mercenary Group, it can be seen that the two have indeed reached the point of not dying.
Bob: They may be more eager than he is to kill Roman and bring down Tsukimibo.
"Shhhh
Elena's head popped out of the compartment next to her, and she reminded timidly, "Otherwise, he said he was going to blast you all out......
Bob glared and said in a loud voice: "This old fool, we're talking about serious things, and we're still worried about the bad business in this store!" β
"I hear it all!"
Boss Green yelled angrily in the cubicle, "Is your head made of muscles? Hurry to the dungeon to be reincarnated! Don't go anywhere, isn't it good to look after the house in the store safely! β
"Ignore that pedantic old man."
Bob pursed his lips and looked at Roy with blazing eyes, "Really thought about it?" You, a lord in the upper city, are not related to the people in the dungeon, why do you want to help us clean up the Tsukimibo and do such a thankless job? β
"Because it me off."
Roy smiled, "Besides, you're not from the dungeon, you could have inherited the family business and lived a stable life, but you also did thankless things, didn't you?" β
Bob was silent for a moment, then burst out laughing, revealing two rows of slightly yellowed teeth.
"You can handle it!"
He nodded heavily, "Tomorrow night, I'll be there!" β
"It's a deal."
We chatted for a while.
After explaining what had happened to Bob, Roy was about to leave the funeral home.
At this time, he saw Elena beckoning to him.
Coming to the compartment with doubts, I saw that she carefully took out a small glass bottle from her arms and asked:
"Mr. Luo, can you help me transfer something?"
Roy suddenly understood: "Give ...... Sherlock's? β
"Well, I haven't thanked him properly."
Elena's face blushed a little, and she said a little nervously, "I don't have anything to handle, I recently learned origami, and I want to give these to him." β
As she spoke, Elena handed over the glass bottle in her hand.
It was full of paper flowers filled with a bottle, each of which was very delicate and small, and it was obvious that she had put a lot of effort into it.
Roy nodded and took the bottle, "I'll pass it on to him." β
Alina breathed a sigh of relief and bent down again and again to thank her.
Roy waved his hand, it was just a gesture, and the next time he met Crane, he would give him the bottle.
He didn't know exactly what Crane was going to do, but at least for now, he was his partner.
Black Flag and the others were already in full swing, and after saying goodbye to them, Roy left the funeral home.
"Mr. Gawain, do you have any questions?"
He noticed that Gawain on the side had a look of wanting to speak.
Gao Wen pursed his mouth and motioned to take a step to speak.
Roy glanced at Arya.
Arya stood still, smiling serenely at him.
The two walked a little away, and Gawain leaned over to Roy, turned his back to Arya, and said, "Roy, I won't ask you about your specific plans, I trust you." I've decided I want to help, you just need to tell me how to do it. β
"My only request is that I don't take Arya with me on this operation. She has just awakened, and her strength is not enough, so it is too early for her to go to the battlefield. β
Gawain explained, "I didn't want her to be a flower in a greenhouse, but the dungeon is too dangerous, and Arya is the hope of the Christian family, and she can't afford to slip up, I hope you understand." β
He wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and looked at Roy sincerely, "Protecting her is my only goal now, and for this reason, you can leave the most dangerous task to me, and I will do whatever it takes." β
Although he thinks that Roy should not call Arya, after all, the opponent is a fourth-order dead language, what is the use of calling Arya, who has just awakened and has not even reached the first order?
But subconsciously he still felt uneasy, so he rechecked with Roy.
"I understand what you mean, and if she doesn't mention it, I won't let her come along."
"But she's grown up, and we need to respect her ideas as well." If she insists on coming, I won't stop it, and I can't stop it. β
Gawain was slightly stunned.
In his eyes, Arya is just a little girl who will still be spoiled by her elders.
But that was Arya more than a month ago.
Roy knew that she was completely different from before.
In order to become a qualified maid and respond to everyone's expectations, she left behind her reserve as a noble lady and learned from scratch to serve tea and water, do laundry, cook, and clean.
This effort was seen by everyone in the house.
Most people have treated her coldly because of her status as the "last descendant of the criminal", but she has never abandoned this surname, and she always misses her family and loves it deeply.
He was moved by this perseverance.
She always wanted to be a knight who guarded others, and she did it. Even in the face of Qin Liu's coercion, her will to protect others has never been wiped out, and the inheritance she awakened because of this is God's reward for her will.
That night, Arya's angelic back still shines in his memory.
This girl, who is a little naΓ―ve and a little second-year, has sincere and pure ideals, like the warm sun in winter.
Just watching her struggle to adapt to her new life, you can feel a warmth in her heart.
She already had a will of her own.
"I'll talk to her." Gawain took a deep breath and walked over to Arya.
Roy didn't follow, staying where he was and looking into the distance.
Of course he knew what Arya's reply to Gawain was.
Whether as a maid or a knight, she will always stay by his side.
After a while, Roy heard the faint sound of footsteps behind him.
"Young master, I've been waiting for a long time. Is there anything else you need to do? Arya asked.
Roy turned his head, and Gawain had left at some point.
It seems that he didn't change Arya's mind.
"Let's go home." Roy stepped forward.
"Hmm."
Arya answered, and followed him.
She wasn't far away, half behind Roy's side, and she could talk to her just by turning her head slightly.
That's what he likes about Arya.
She never talked about her opinions, and she never interfered with Roy's thoughts.
As Roy's maid and knight, her mission and duty are only to accompany and protect.
The few times I confided in my heart were in the dead of night, when the two were alone.
Only then will she take off the disguise of her identity and become the weak girl in front of the boy.
"Young Master." Arya called out suddenly.
"Huh?"
"I've never been to a dungeon before, so remember to take me with you next time you go."
"It's going to get your hands dirty there."
"I'm your knight, young master, it's my duty, and if I can help you, it's my honor."
"A lot of people will die there, maybe us." Roy tilted his head and looked at Arya, "Are you sure?" β
"I understand."
Arya and Roy looked at each other and replied seriously, "I do." β
This is her answer, and this is her realization.
The slightly oblique warm sun shone on the girl's white face, her long eyelashes flickered slightly, and the face on the sunny side was bright and moving.
Roy was in a daze. Is it an illusion, I always feel that this little girl is getting better and better.
Arya doesn't belong to the kind of stunning beauty that doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, although she is beautiful, but she is not the same as the stunning sharp.
She has a gentle temperament like a little sister next door, very approachable, and every time I see her, I feel that she is more and more pleasing to the eye.
When he noticed it one day, he realized that her beauty was not inferior to anyone he had ever seen.
Roy subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her head, but his hand was halfway through, but he suddenly felt that in broad daylight, this kind of behavior seemed a little frivolous and ambiguous.
I couldn't help but stop in embarrassment, wanting to retract my hand.
Arya blinked, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head slightly.
Roy pretended to rub her head casually, then walked briskly on.
Arya held her head in her hands, as if to check the residual temperature on her head, and then pursed the corners of her mouth, keeping up with Roy's footsteps.
A master and a servant walked towards the slanting sun.