As Roth limped back to the village, he happened to meet two militiamen from the self-police regiment, a veteran and a novice.

"Brother Rot, I have your letter! Leave it to us if you want to patrol...... You're hurt!?"

Roth waved his hand at the two militiamen who rushed over to help him and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you don't need to help me." I don't need to patrol anymore, I just want to get bitten if I want to deal with all the newborn filthy beasts in one go. By the way, you said there was a letter, just when the rain stopped?"

The newcomer's eyes lit up slightly when he heard that in such a short period of time, Roth had single-handedly dealt with all the newborn beasts near the village, but the veteran was a little puzzled.

In the past, in order to train the self-police regiment, Roth would not clear the filthy beast, especially now that there are newcomers in the self-police regiment, let alone force himself to the point of injury.

But now that he had more important things to do, he put this little doubt aside.

"Yes, that's a ruthless man who delivers letters in the rain!" replied to Roth's question, "what else can we do in this little village that is worthy of this?" Go back quickly, the adventurer who doesn't see you won't hand over the letter!"

Roth laughed a little embarrassedly, said goodbye to the militiamen, and hurried in the direction of the village.

"It's not badly hurt. The old hand crossed his chest and looked at Roth's undulating back.

"Then again, you haven't told me what Mr. Lot's last name is. The novice scratched the back of his head and asked, "It's not good for me to call him by his first name as a newcomer, right?"

The veteran was stunned for a moment, and then reacted and said: "Yes, you settled in this village because you married a girl from Old John's family, and it's normal not to know." ”

"What do you know?"

"Brother Rot, he doesn't have a surname. You know this thing, remember not to mention it!"

After Roth climbed a small hill, he found a group of adventurers in thick cloaks waiting for him at the entrance of the village.

Sending a letter in the rain is not a cheap commission, Roth originally had plans to leave the village to become an adventurer, and he has done research on what tasks are cost-effective and what tasks are easy to upgrade.

As a result, he still hasn't been able to leave the village, and Yor's kid has sneaked away, and Roth's little bit of information didn't have time to teach him in advance at that time, and now it's ...... He must have taught himself.

Only the letter of the [Young Juggernaut] is qualified to be sent to this small village by a group of adventurers.

...... Isn't it good to be lame like this? If it reaches Joel's ears, it will be a little embarrassing, and let's see if I can walk through it with a fighting spirit without revealing it......

While Roth was thinking about these things, one of the adventurers suddenly rushed in the direction of Roth!

Is there such a hurry? But it also saves me from having to walk over on my own......

A strand of blonde hair and a sharp flash peeked out from under the adventurer's cloak, and Roth's mind went blank.

Attack the enemy's eyes first.

When you grab the first move, you can attack the enemy's eyes from the top lane with one hand and lure the enemy to block it, and then press the sword with both hands to change your move, pick up the sword from the bottom lane and attack the enemy's inner thigh or abdomen.

It's not so much a sword move as an ordinary technique or way of thinking, and it's a starting hand that Roth especially liked to use when he was a teenager when he studied in the sword school in the city.

The ideal state is that the whole process is full of false moves, but everywhere can be immediately turned into real moves.

He didn't think this kind of thing was precious, so he showed it to everyone who learned swords from him, but most of the opponents of the self-police regiment were low-level filthy beasts, and this routine was simply playing the piano against the cow.

Children don't like this kind of overly simple technique very much-sword energy, sword mang, in short, handsome, a little more visually impactful.

But after Joel leaves, Roth, who is in a state of reflection, discovers the weakness of this tactic.

If you always want to turn the virtual into reality, once you encounter those opponents who kill you regardless of it, it is easy to fall behind, and you waste the advantage of the first move.

For example...... And so now!

The adventurer's offensive was intercepted by Roth just as it was about to start, and several changes of tactics after that were also tricked by Roth to anticipate the enemy first, no matter how chopping and stabbing, he was always suppressed just after starting!

The middle line is gradually lost, and the blonde adventurer, as the side of the raid, is forced to take the initiative to retreat!

Exclamations were heard among the other adventurers who were observing the battle at the entrance of the village.

Although neither side used their fighting spirit, even if they only looked at swordsmanship, how many people in this United Kingdom had the ability to suppress [that person] now?

"Haha!" Although he was forced to retreat, the blonde adventurer looked very happy.

Roth couldn't help but smile as he was about to pursue......

"Ahh

Over-excited, he forgot that he had injured his right leg, so he lost his balance and began to roll down the slope after slipping.

"Wow!Master!?"

The blonde adventurer threw away his sword and lifted Rotra in the blink of an eye.

"Ah, I'm ...... It turned out that the messenger was me!Alas, how could the time be so coincidental......"

Roth grumbled as he regained his footing with the help of the other party.

Joel deliberately used this trick to make Roth, the master, show his face in front of his companions, but he made a joke, Rao was always thick-skinned and a little unbearable.

"I've imagined countless reunions, but I never thought it would be like this...... Never mind. Welcome back, Joel!" Roth said to his apprentice with a wry smile.

"Your legs ......," Joel asked, looking worried.

"There was a group of newborn filthy beasts gathered for some reason, and if they rushed to the village in one go, they might ruin the fields, so I forced myself to do so. Oops, if you have too little fighting spirit, there is still nothing you can do in the face of the amount of violence, and your right leg was accidentally bitten...... You've grown so tall, Joel. ”

Roth gestured with his hand.

"You only got to this height before you left, and now you've caught up with me, the growth rate of young people really can't be underestimated, right, young sword master?"

"It's all up to the master to teach you well. ”

", I can't teach you your height?"

"Eh, aren't you talking about the name of the apprentice, the young sword saint?"

The two have never been the kind of master-apprentice relationship.

After all, you really have to calculate carefully, as long as there is a strong man in the village, he is considered Roth's apprentice, but who cares about that in the countryside?

Only Joel somehow attaches great importance to the identity of master and apprentice.

If it is said that Roth, who was called twice at the beginning, still enjoys it, after realizing Joel's talent, this "master" has become a terrible burden, but this kind of trivial thing really can't be said to Joel.

"What the hell is going on?" Because it is difficult to eavesdrop with spells, the mage Kirkett in the adventure team waiting at the entrance of the village has to ask Scout Anna about the situation, "This distance can be heard by your current ears even if you don't use extraordinary strength, right?"

"It won't be ......you who will be scolded when the time comes," Anna glanced at the irresponsible guy with dissatisfaction, and said, "I said that I was bitten on my right leg when I went to clean up the newborn filthy beast, so I lost my balance just now." ”

Wright, a swordsman from a noble background, couldn't help but frown, "Newborn Filthy Beast, how can someone who can force Yoel back ......?"

"In the face of those low-level filthy beasts, the quality and quantity of fighting spirit are much more important than the level of swordsmanship, and the stick in the hand of a reckless man full of fighting spirit is also more useful than a swordsman without fighting spirit. Pastor Voss was troubled by Wright's "ignorance of human suffering," "Especially since fighting spirit is different from magic, there is no way to grow without tempering in battle." You should have thought of this when you heard Joel say that his master had been in the village. ”

Wright still couldn't accept it: "But can swordsmanship be practiced only on his own? Since swordsmanship is meaningless in the face of low-level filthy beasts, then he shouldn't have this strength!"

"Maybe Joel wants to give his master a face. Anna snorted nonchalantly, "And it's only been a fight for a while, how can a country swordsman be Joel's opponent in a real fight." ”

"Wow, you're miserable! Joel hates others to look down on his master the most, you see I don't tell him the bad things you say. Kirkett said half-jokingly to Anna.

"You dare! You see I'm not going to ...... you then," Anna said, gesturing her knife at Kirkett's throat.

At this time, Voss saw Joel waving to him, and hurriedly said to his teammates: "You guys quarrel first, I'll go over to help Joel's master heal his injuries." ”

"Wow, Master......"

Voss left the rest of Anna's bad words behind and walked over to Joel and Roth with his staff.

Although Roth insisted that he could heal himself with this small injury, Joel did not want his master to limp anyway.

"Hello, Master Joel, I'll help you heal. When Voss walked up to Roth, he bowed deeply without saying a word.

Stunned Roth on the spot.

Joel was a little entangled at this point, he forced Voss not to stop being an adult to himself, because he didn't like it, and that was fine, and now Master Roth obviously didn't like to be called an adult, but Joel found that he liked to hear others call him "Adult".

What should I do if my own preferences conflict with my master's preferences......

Voss didn't know that he had made the Celestials fight with him with a single word, but he still treated Roth respectfully: "Master Joel, can you please let me heal your wounds?"

"No, my name isn't that long, just call me Roth. ”

"So, Lord Lot?"

Roth hurriedly asked for help from Joel, who was distressed by himself, and said, "Joel, what's the matter with this person?"

Only then did Yoel come back to his senses: "Oh, Voss, he was sent by the temple three months ago, saying that he thought that I didn't even have a reliable priest in the [Young Sword Saint] team, and he was afraid that I would die somewhere, so he forced someone to come over." ”

"Joelda...... How can you say such an unlucky thing so easily!" Voss was angry, "Your gift is a gift from the gods, and it is also the wealth of this world......"

"Okay, okay, I know. Joel had no choice but to beg for mercy, and he enjoyed being treated like this when he occasionally attended the nobles' banquets, but it would be another matter if there was a fully automatic compliment machine around him every day that flattered people 24 hours a day.

"I don't have any talent, so you don't need to do this with me. Roth got goosebumps when he was called out by a few words of "adult".

"No, it was you who led Joel on the path of swordsmanship, otherwise he would probably be buried in such a small village......!

"Hurt!" Roth shouted, stretching out his right leg, "The wound is here!

Yoel was already lying on the ground laughing at this time, and Anna couldn't help but cover her mouth at the entrance of the village.

Voss sighed inwardly.

He really wanted to tell Huyolle the truth.

As the United Kingdom grew stronger, more and more lost territories were regained, and the population gradually increased, the question of how to restore the true God was naturally placed in front of the royal family and priests.

In the end, after many discussions, and even borrowed the power of the magician, the answer was to find qualified people from among mortals and lead them to the gods.

Such a new god is naturally not comparable to the almighty true god, and may not be comparable to the angels under the command of the original true god, but it can revive the already silent divine realm again.

Only by reviving the divine realm first can we further consider the plan to regain the true god.

How many new gods are needed to revive the Divine Realm? This is a question that even the most knowledgeable sages cannot answer, and can only say that the more the better.

It's just that geniuses are so rare!

The birth of Joel in this situation is a surprise for anyone, and what a miracle it is that a genius with the appearance of a god suddenly appeared out of the countryside where there was nothing!

There are even some priests who think that this is the manifestation of the true God, telling them that they are already on the right path, and they are eager to go and help them grow now, and force Joel into a god.

Fortunately, in the end, it was the futuristic priests who prevailed, and kept the fact that Joel was the [Future Sword God] a secret in advance, and as a compromise, the temple acquiesced to the cooperation of the modernist priests and the Adventurers' Association to carry out some preemptive activities for Joel.

Although Voss is also a pastor of the future, after all, he is not enough to practice, and he can't help but sway towards the side of the present, and his excessive respect for Joel and Roth, who has guided him, is a compromise in his heart.

He tried not to make his grip on Roth's right leg seem too unnatural, even though the two of them now seemed to him to be no different from living relics.

And the results of the investigation made him have no time to care about the courtesy!

It's not a bite at all, it's a trace of erosion!

Fortunately, the erosion of filth did not penetrate the bones, and it can even be said that most of it has been dispelled, leaving only a "bite scar".

Voss couldn't help but peek at Joel, which he couldn't have seen with his eyes and experience.

It just happened to collide with Joel's gaze, and although he didn't say anything, Voss could see what he meant.

My master is amazing, right?

Voss, however, could not accept this anomaly so lightly.

It is precisely because Voss is now using magic on Roth that he can clearly understand one thing.

That is, Roth's level of fighting spirit is very poor, it is really only the level of ordinary militia, let alone resist in the face of such erosion, it should turn into gray sewage in an instant!

But now not only did they successfully resist and expel them, but they even disguised themselves as low-level filthy beasts and bitten them.

What's even more terrifying is that Roth himself thinks it's a bite!

Could it be that someone hypnotized or brainwashed him!?

At this time, any change related to this pair of masters and apprentices should not be taken lightly, let alone such a strange situation?

Even if Lot only has such a level of fighting spirit in his life, he can also rely on the cause and effect with Joel to obtain a status from God, and no matter how small the bargaining chips are for the return of the true God, he can't give up, let alone ......

What if this is a conspiracy against the future sword god?

Voss used his best mental strength to allow him to heal Roth's leg without showing too much emotion, but his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Half because of fear, half because of anger!

Joel sensed his companion's strange mood and patted Voss on the shoulder.

But he had no intention of digging deeper, and it was precisely because he wanted Voss to be a true companion that Joel hoped that Voss would one day speak for himself.

"Master, then we'll come again!" Joel said, beckoning, and the sword that had been thrown on the ground flew back into his hand, but it still trembled slightly when it returned, as if complaining that its master had abandoned it.

Joel really comforted it: "Don't make trouble, my master fell just now!"

Roth also lifted the sword again at the first time, but then he put the sword back into its sheath and said, "Your companions are still waiting at the entrance of the village, you have to rest first when you come all the way in the rain." ”

"It's okay, don't talk about the rain when we are adventuring abroad, even the matter of crossing the heavily polluted area and fighting [Shadow] is also a daily routine, how can it be so squeamish. When Joel saw that the master had put away the sword, he had to put away the sword as well, but he still had some opinions.

"It was the time of adventure, and now it's home, can it be the same?" said Rot, finally rubbing Joel's head.