"Okay, since the whole class is almost here, let's start today's official project."

After drinking a cup of coffee for about one person, Kasugano Jinba saw that the classmates who had come to the coffee shop were almost all there, so he stood up and proposed to go to the bar to play.

These adolescent teenagers and girls are looking forward to feeling the excitement, and when they heard that the head of the class was going to take them to the bar to play, they all agreed excitedly.

Although Japanese bars do not require you to be 18 years old to enter like Chinese bars, many of the high school students here are well-behaved babies, and they usually have a lot of study tasks, so where do you have the time and energy to go to the bar to play crazy.

So for these students who usually want to go to the bar but don't have time, this is a good opportunity.

Even a few good girls in the class did not raise objections.

Liu Ling looked at the happy faces of these classmates lightly, and pretended to smile appropriately on his face.

In fact, Liu Ling doesn't like the noisy environment of bars, he prefers quiet places to lively places, but it is not a bad thing to go to bars once in a while to find out how he used to go to a bar.

Picking up the coffee cup in front of him, Liu Ling drank the last sip of sugared black coffee in his cup and put the cup down.

Standing up, Liu Ling watched as the head of the team, Hakushino Jinba, Saruyama Jinji, and Qianchuan Jinnu, who looked very excited, all walked towards the outside of the coffee shop, and he himself followed the large army unhurriedly, and his face remained indifferent.

At this time, Liu Ling suddenly appeared, and there was a female classmate in front of him, who followed behind the large army with a calm expression like himself, as if he was not looking forward to going to the bar to play.

"This girl...... It seems to be called ...... Wine De Mai, right? ”

Liu Ling looked at the mediocre-looking girl who was four or five steps away from him in front of him, and thought to himself.

This girl named Jiude Mai is white and clean, her eyes are not very big, but she is very smart, her appearance is average, and her figure is average, but her height is a head taller than the petite Liu Lingzu, short and ear-length, very refreshing.

In Liu Ling's impression, this girl named Jiude Mai has a weak sense of presence in the class, and she usually studies on the table, and her grades belong to the category of twenty or thirty in the class, but her friends don't seem to be too many, and I don't know what the reason is.

However, this wine de Mai is the same as the big-breasted girl who smashed the watermelon with a wooden stick on Dongmu Beach before, and it seems that they are all from the kendo club in the school, but Liu Ling doesn't know more specific things.

Feeling the smell of the same kind faintly emanating from this wine de Mai, Liu Ling couldn't help but feel a little interested in this girl.

At this moment, perhaps feeling that Liu Ling had been staring at her figure, Jiude Mai suddenly stopped, turned around, and happened to be condescending to meet Liu Ling's glasses eyes.

As soon as Jiude Mai stopped, it just blocked Liu Ling's way forward, and Liu Ling had no choice but to stop and look at Jiude Mai, looking at the girl with a pair of black eyes playfully.

Staring –

Liu Ling and Jiude Mai didn't speak first, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly became a little awkward.

And Jiude Mai has practiced Japanese kendo for many years, and she habitually has a trace of sharp eyes, but Liu Ling has no intention of backing down.

This is the first time that Jiude Mai has seen a boy of the same age who can not change his face in the slightest under his eyes (in fact, Liu Ling's body age is two years younger than her), so she was a little surprised.

Time passed quietly, but the two kept staring at each other's calm eyes.

However, just when Jiude Mai opened her mouth to say something to Liu Ling, a happy and innocent smile suddenly rose on Liu Ling's face, which was really beautiful.

This smile that made Mai no longer able to maintain a calm spell broke the awkward atmosphere at the moment.

After a few steps, Liu Ling crossed the distance between the two, and then passed by Jiude Mai.

Jiude Mai looked at this mysterious guy in a daze and walked over without saying a word.

Liu Ling's silent approach really made Jiude Mai's heart itch, and he couldn't wait to catch Liu Lingyi back and communicate with him well.

However, Jiude Mai still didn't catch Liu Ling back after all.

Jiude Mai looked at Liu Ling's petite figure with a strange look in her heart, walked quickly towards the classmates in the class, and whispered to herself.

"Are you a transfer student from China coming to Japan? ...... It's kind of interesting. ”

"Is it possible, are you the same kind......

Mai narrowed her eyes slightly, then shook her head again, putting such an unrealistic idea behind her.

Like Liu Ling, Jiude Mai is now full of curiosity about Liu Ling's existence.

The girl's intuition told her that Liu Ling, a boy, should not be as simple as an ordinary person.

"It's really interesting, that guy who drinks Mai, I really want to see what kind of person she is."

"It's really interesting, that guy named Liu Ling, I really want to uncover the mystery of that guy."

Liu Ling and Jiude Mai thought of the same thought at this moment.

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After defeating and killing the seven tentacle monsters again, Saber watched the tentacle monsters squirming on the ground recovering from their wounds little by little, and she immediately sensed the enemy's intentions.

Although it is not known how well the tentacle monster recovered, watching these tentacle monsters that he had slashed into several pieces with the Sword of Victory of the Oath recover in a short period of time, as well as the overconfident caster in the distance, the alarm bell called intuition in Saber's heart was sounded.

After slicing the ten tentacle monsters into more pieces one more time, Saber finally confirmed the cause of his uneasiness.

The number of tentacle monsters shows no sign of decreasing at all, and no matter how many tentacle monsters are defeated, new enemies will appear from behind the caster.

Caster's summoning magic keeps calling reinforcements from somewhere.

But even so, I won't lose, Saber secretly made up his mind.

No matter how many enemies there are, as long as your side knocks them down and chops them all with double attack.

Driven by the boiling fighting spirit, Saber's sword of victory suddenly sped up.

Fixed two seconds thirty swords of the sword slashed out.

Every two seconds, three or four tentacle monsters were cut into several pieces, falling to the ground and wriggling, but the army of tentacle monsters showed no sign of abating.

Maintaining this offensive, Saber's heart had already begun to flash with anxiety.

Saber began to count how many he had killed.

Two minutes later, fifty tentacle monsters were cut into long strips.

But Saber also understands that it is futile for him to count like this, Caster obviously wants to threaten his life through the tentacle monsters, Caster just wants to keep expending his physical strength and magic to deal with these monsters.

If Saber had been right, this place would have become a seedbed for the tentacle monsters, the blood and flesh of the hostage children as a sacrifice to summon.

Saber looked at the "Snail City Textbook" held in Caster's hand, and gradually saw some clues.

Saber is now born from the flesh and blood of children on the ground and the corpses of defeated monsters.

It's all about recycling.

I see, no wonder those monsters don't decrease much, as long as they keep summoning monsters in this cycle, it's like the defeated monsters will regenerate infinitely and quickly.

That evil guy wants to use this method to compete with himself in the magic reserve.

Thinking of this, Saber, who realized that this battle would become a protracted battle, immediately slowed down the momentum of the sword's attack, and his body also moved, and began to engage in guerrilla warfare with the tentacle monsters.

In this way, Saber will be able to reduce the mana cost from swinging the sword with all his might, but then he will only be able to hunt as much as he can with the least amount of effort.

The magic power in the caster's body should also be limited, even if the flesh and blood of the children are used as sacrifices, and if the tentacle monsters are repeatedly summoned and regenerated one after another, the caster's magic power will be exhausted sooner or later.

However, despite knowing this, Saber felt that the amount of mana stored in his body was insufficient, and he was still a little annoyed that he was too slow to appear.

Especially now, Saber is once again annoyed by the fact that he can't use his left hand.

Swinging a sword with only one right hand is naturally not as good as swinging a sword with both left and right hands, so you have to use more magic to make up for the lack of wrist strength.

In this dangerous situation, the excess consumption of mana is a heavier burden than anything else.

Originally, if his left hand was intact, he could hold the hilt of this sword with both hands, and then use his special move [Sword of Victory of the Oath], which should be able to knock these filthy wastes without a trace with a single blow.

"Damn, it's all that lannetbsp; At this moment, Saber gritted his teeth with remorse and resentment towards the dead lancer, but he still continued to wield the sword of victory with all his might.

As time passed, Saber's face was already a little tired.

However, the marshal "Green Beard", who is in the rank of Caste, still smiled leisurely and admired Saber's battle, and his face did not show any haggard color at all.

(To be continued)