Finally, after some twists and turns, Bedwell, who personally went into battle for verbal artillery, finally helped the resolute Galahad get this rare opportunity.

Galahad's parents had already packed up their rituals and planned to move elsewhere as soon as she returned. After all, churches are no longer as safe as they once were.

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as external worries and internal troubles, there are strong enemies outside, but people are panicked inside. In these peaceful days, people fleeing can be seen everywhere. However, this time the knight selection has added a lot of vitality to the city.

The shops that have been closed have also come out, and the blacksmith shop has also sounded the sound of tinkling, the selection of knights has provided them with a good business opportunity, and there is no limit to the selection this time, but knights, there must be a sword¤∞, a£nshub≡a. The sneaky scalpers began to resell tickets, but the people who were really there at the time knew that there were no tickets at all for this selection.

The church came alive.

Bedwell was delighted, jumping like a "flame", looking around him, and greeting him from time to time. This made Galahad wondering.

Obviously, isn't this woman taking credit everywhere? But now it seems that she is unexpectedly very popular.

A group of orphaned children finally waited for their "hero" on the street corner, swarming around like cubs snatching food.

Was it a delusion? Galahad always felt that Bedwell had become much more gentle at this point.

"Sister, we're going to see you play!"

"Oh, nonsense, I'll blow your head off if you don't watch me compete. ”

...... Forget it, it's better to be gentle or something. But. Bedwell's gushing temperament in the next moment couldn't help but make Galahad look sideways.

"Because I'm the strongest!"

That's right. She is a "flame". It's so hot that even the "water" can be dried dry.

"Sister, that's what 9 will say. ”

"What are you doing with me!"

There was a crisp popping sound, but the beaten children laughed with the children gathered around Bedwell.

"Really...... Hey, why aren't you surprised?"

Galahad looked at Lancelot beside him, the slightly thin and short child already had a steady momentum just by standing, which made Galahad not only look sideways. It's clear that the other party is just the daughter of a hotel owner, but it seems that he has to trust more than himself.

If Bedwell is "fire", then Lancelot's is a sword in itself. A sword hidden in its scabbard, ready to strike. It's just that the short chestnut hair and thin clothes exposed her slightly weak body.

"The reason Sister Bedwell is on credit is because of these children. The corners of Lancelot's mouth curved slightly, "She's right, she's the strongest, in every sense. ”

“......”

Galahad is naturally not stupid, but if he is watching Bedwell drag on like this, he really won't be able to sign up.

"Bell, it's time to go. Time is running out. ”

"Oh, little ones, if you don't come to see me take the title of the strongest. I'll cut off your pocket money, you know!"

Bedwell stood up like a mountain king, and it seemed that she had forgotten what the purpose of this selection was.

Obviously, it is to select excellent knights to defend the church, but in the head of this guy, it seems to have become a competition for the title of the strongest knight. No one would do such a boring thing, but that's fine.

The "flame" is already high, and the "water" is also looking forward to such a "flame", after all, the battles that keep each other's hands are really boring.

"Hurry up. ”

“......”

Bedwell, who had planned to take a big stride, suddenly frowned, staring at the alley beside him.

Is this guy going to do anything again?

The "flame" moved, towards the opposite place of registration.

"You guys go first, I'll go there and take care of something!"

"Thing...... Thing!"

Galahad only felt a blockage in his throat, and at the moment, nothing was too big to sign up, but at this time.

Bedwell, this "flame", the unruly "flame", is causing trouble everywhere.

“...... Ahhh

After making eye contact with Lancelot, Galahad immediately chased after her, although, yes, although Bedwell would not care about abandoning her, his abandonment of his companion was not what a knight should have at all.

The dim alley made Galahad frown, because in front of him, there was already a loud noise.

Bedwell, this guy is such a fool who can't stop fighting.

"Bedwell!"

Galahad stopped, for in front of him, Bedwell was swinging his fists in an attempt to hit a blonde man who looked a little frivolous. In the corner not far away, the black-haired girl was covering her face and crying.

It's a cliché scene, but the man is not bad, and he actually took Bedwell's fist.

"Oh, you two, come and help me. ”

The "flame" acted, and his right fist roared towards the man with hot wind. Although he swung into the air, he also smashed a hole in the wall behind him.

"Although I want to ...... with him Fight, but there's no time. ”

"You know there's no time!"

Galahad stomped his feet angrily, obviously the registration deadline was approaching, but this stupid man's nose was so sensitive that he could smell crime from so far away.

Ah, although the time limit for registration is indeed very important, let alone knighthood, even an ordinary person will not choose to leave here.

"You stupid! Hurry up, I hope we can catch up!"

Galahad's hand rested on the hilt, and the knight's sword should not be drawn towards his partner, as she had never used it in her previous fights with Bedwell, but this time it was different, and the other party was "evil".

And...... It's really too late!

The blade is blue throughout, this is a relic left by the ancestors to Galahad, so Galahad did not bring a trace of fear.

"Water" is generally a coherent action, shaking, sliding, swinging!

[Whew]

Why does this villain have such an ability?

"Oh, Galahad, your sword is so dazzling. ”

"Fix it! Late idiot!"

Galahad's brows were twisted, how many liters of paste did Bedwell's stupid head have!?

The other party, are you fooling yourself!? He didn't attack at all, he just shuttled between himself and Bedwell. That's right, shuttling, but you still have to pay attention to defense. Because Bedwell, the idiot, doesn't understand what collaboration is at all!

"Oh, sorry, sorry!"

"You idiot! Get out of the way, I'll be alone!"

Galahad, who was about to kick Bedwell away, suddenly felt a chill behind him, although it didn't come from the man in front of him who was just smiling without saying a word.

So, that's all that remains of Lancelot?

"Get out of the way!"

Galahad dragged Bedwell and dodged to the side, and after that, the sword that had been gathering momentum finally pulled out of its scabbard.

The sharp "sword" cut through the air, cutting the ground and scurrying towards the front without a word, and the dust raised along the way was also cut in half.

“...... Interesting. ”

The man finally spoke, which also made Galahad blush a little, because ...... Lancelot, she didn't have a sword in her hand at all.

A dead branch that can be seen everywhere, however, such a thing carries several sharp "blades", if, if she is holding a sword in her hand......

Sure enough, there are too many real powerhouses hidden in this city. No wonder Bedwell was so happy.

"Interesting, I'll be playing with you next time. ”

The man seemed to admire Lancelot, the only thing Galahad judged was there, and in the next moment, the guy burst out with a bouncing force that no ordinary person should have, and disappeared at the end of the roof of the house like a jump.

"Oh, what was that!"

"Don't do anything! Ask the victim first. ”

Galahad sighed helplessly, that's right, this back and forth, the time limit for registration has probably arrived. It seems that I can only explain it to them later, hoping to open up the net.

"Ahhh ”

Bedwell rubbed his head and smirked, "Hurt you two to be late." ”

"Personally, I'd love to teach you a lesson, but forget it. ”

Galahad crouched down and looked at the little girl who was still covering her face and whimpering.

"Are you alright, little sister?" (to be continued......