above the ring

Chapter 25 Nefeli Lou
In fact, the first thing Lear saw was not the female warrior he had been longing for.

A homeless knight lying on the side of the road still breathed a sigh of relief.

The soldiers passing by him ignored him and let him crawl, dragging blood all over the floor.

Perhaps, this also confirms the nature of this world - people no longer have sympathy in their hearts, only know honor and dignity, and give up the kindness that the knights used to settle down.

The so-called chivalry has long since become a deformed will of obedience and loyalty, and can no longer exude the depth and brilliance they once had.

In the blur, a scarred gauntlet stretched out in front of the knight. He gently pulled the knight's arms, lifted his upper body, and pulled him into the nearby hut amidst the knight's low and painful moans. In the middle, let him lean against the wall, this position is somewhat more comfortable.

The small room seemed to be the wine cellar of a wealthy family, with small tables and chairs, and a lit candle, but the air was filled with the smell of decaying wine, mixed with a strange smell.

Lear is very sensitive, he smelled this smell, a bit like a woman's exclusive body odor.

He once had a girlfriend who liked fitness and sports. Every time after exercising, there would be a scent mixed with the aroma of shower gel on her body, which was very charming.

Of course, the final result of the two of them was not good, but Lear still remembered this body odor. Every girl has a different body odor. If they smell similar, it basically means that they use the same bath. dew.

There are things like shower gel and soap in this world. Lao Feng even complained to Lear about the use of such things, but there are still many players who made videos and used the unique indigo soap in the borderland to make fun of it. Started to work.

In the current borderland, women who can use cleaning agents are rare. Most female warriors or female knights can only use some clean water that has not been polluted by special energy to keep themselves as clean as possible.

The person Lear was looking for was hiding in this small room, but he still suppressed his small thoughts and secretly thought about how to make this encounter more natural and make him look like a fateful coincidence .

On Earth, using coincidence and fate to chase girls is an old routine that has been outdated for hundreds of years. Girls have long since given up on this routine. The little coincidence is quite interesting, but if it is used in the pursuit of unfulfilled love, it is estimated that it will only get suspicion and reprimand from the opposite girl.

Lear can be regarded as a veteran, he doesn't have the money to create so many coincidences, but he is very good at using the existing available resources, he doesn't need to give the other party such a big and shocking surprise, he just needs to be subtle, Release the goodwill with karma, maybe you can catch a mermaid at any moment.

Cast the net widely and accumulate more grain.

This is why Lear, who looks very ordinary and has little money, can date many girlfriends during college.

At that time, the students, male or female, liked to get along with Lear very much, and they would all think that he was a good person. Therefore, there were more opportunities for contact, and naturally there was a basis for the next step of intimate contact.

It is also because of his disguised and friendly qualities that he always exudes affinity that Lear finally chose the insurance industry. Even though he is not good at speaking powerful and professional terms, he can still complete the job well based on this. Communication with customers.

The reason why Lao Feng taught Lear everything is because of this. Lear is indeed a good seed in interpersonal communication and communication. Some meek personality makes it difficult for him to be independent, so that Lear has become a "little transparent" in the company.

It's not that the superiors don't pay attention, the leader doesn't like hard-working, conscientious, down-to-earth employees?It's just that Lear's ability is not outstanding.

Just like Old Feng, if he hadn't seen the side of Lear playing games, he wouldn't have taken so much trouble teaching him.

When he was playing games, Lear was so talkative, he could chat all day with the little people in front of him who were only controlled by AI, his speaking skills were very good, and his ability to slander people made Lao Feng live for a long time .

Probably, this is the root cause of the Internet addicted teenagers who have developed a habit since childhood.

Sweeping away these unimportant thoughts, Lear, who was at the junction, only felt that his mind was extraordinarily clear and rational, and he began to think about how he accomplished this beautiful encounter.

At this time, the dying knight suddenly grabbed Lear's arm, and he said with all his might, "You are not a soldier here, who are you?"

Lear can probably understand how the knight recognized him-Stonewell's soldiers hardly help, but they are more than happy to go to him to pick and choose when someone is dead, or to see if the other party's limbs are strong some type of.

Under the mask of the exiled soldier, Lear responded in a low voice: "Traveler."

"Traveler, no, you in disguise are faders, right?"

The knight's voice was very old and weak, presumably he was already on his deathbed.

"I don't. Well, not yet."

"I seem to see from you, the shadow of the golden tree, oh, the great golden tree, your light and grace moisten the whole earth"

"Aren't you a lost knight? You don't believe in storms?"

"I, I am the lost knight, but I have long been unable to get the response of the wind. Even if the power of the storm has been aroused countless times, the weak whirlwind has not received any response from the gods. Haha, than the great golden tree, the storm in the Far Lands has long since become feeble."

"Knight, you have lost your faith."

"I have already realized that although I am stationed in the old god's royal city, I already know that the old god cannot return. As long as the golden tree can make the world a better place, what's the matter? I am just like a duckweed floating in a foreign land in my hometown. What I long for is to find clear water in the pond and take root on the ground.”

"Then you should also have faith."

"Can this be called faith? Traveler, I don't know who you are, but I can see the light of the golden tree from you. Is it the seed? Has it taken root here?"

"No, it's still on the surface, and now it's in my hands."

"Ah, I come here every day to see it, longing for it to take root in Stonewell, longing for it to bring new life to this already eclipsed land. It's a pity, I'm not its hero, and it won't stand for mine Desires take root here"

"It has served its purpose, knight."

"It, completed, the mission?"

"Of course, it found the hero who could bring Stonewell back to life."

"hero."

"Today the Storm Eagles gathered in the sky, and the wind from the Cangshan Mountains blew again. The messenger of the old god brought this seed called 'Freedom', which has already taken root in people's hearts."

"free."

"We are free knights, we are not sinners, you who still uphold the faith are heroes."

"Am I a hero?"

When the light came back, the belated old knight heard the dull voice under the mask.

His voice is friendly and powerful, and the words he recites also warm people's hearts.

The old gods never responded to their call, but now they sent vigorous vitality.

"No, I'm not a hero."

The old knight muttered.

"You, you are the hero."

He held Lear's arm tightly, and a gleam of soul mist appeared on his hand.

【Ash of War: Raise the Storm】

In Lear's mind, such a line of words appeared.

This is the most basic combat technique of the lost knights. Vigorously shake the weapon to evoke the storm that once swept the world, and use the power of the storm to resist and attack.

Because there is no response from the old god, the combat skill "Call Up the Storm" has become gaudy now, and the movement of releasing the skill is also very simple. Standing on the spot and shaking the weapon with both hands, there are cool special effects, but in fact it is useless. Doesn't do much damage and isn't very useful.

But this was the kindness of the old knight, the combat skills he passed on to Lear with his will before he died.

When the fog of soul dissipated, the old knight finally breathed his last.

Lear took off his helmet, and under the pale hair was a face leaving with a smile.

"Seniors go first, my generation comes later, let's go."

Holding the knight salute in his hand, he recited softly.

"This knight is a true warrior."

Some hoarse and relatively deep female voice sounded beside Lear.

The somewhat strange body odor became stronger and stronger.

"Be proud of yourself, you just followed the wrong person. Gone with the wind, drifting to the distant peak."

Lear turned his head and looked at the silly girl who was squatting beside him.

She probably felt that she was not a bad person who could say those words, so she leaned over and recited the eulogy of being a soldier.

Alas, sometimes those bad guys can talk as sanctimoniously as he does, and they can even play smoother than himself.

"You don't seem to be surprised by my presence."

"Your smell is very unique, I found you when I first came in."

"Well, it's true that I haven't washed my body for a long time."

The girl was also generous and didn't care about Lear's words.

"How long have you been in town?"

"Three days, I came here on the order of my adoptive father. My name is Neferi Lu, I am a faded person, and I am also a soldier. You should also be a faded person, although wearing the clothes of those soldiers, with mask."

"My name is Lear, and I am a traveler."

"traveller?"

"I have never been to the round table hall, and the original purpose of coming to the junction is indeed for travel."

"Then you go to town now."

"For one person."

"Greek? Having said that, this is really too much. The abominable Grek actually did the crime of 'attaching limbs'. This is definitely not what a king should do. Even the wind has been tainted. If you want to challenge Grek, you can find I help, but he defiles the wind, too much, even if I help, foster father will turn a blind eye."

"Your adoptive father is very strict with you?"

"He is a legendary fader and my spiritual leader, so I naturally have to follow his words."

"Who is your adoptive father?"

"Sir Baizhi, I think you should have heard of this name."

"I've heard that he shouldn't be too young."

Nefeli shook her head, did not comment on her adoptive father, but said bluntly: "What about you, I heard your conversation with this knight just now, and you seem to be a believer in the wind?"

"For me, faith, is something that can be traded."

"Faith. Can it be traded?"

Nefeli was not confused, her face gradually became solemn, she felt that the man in front of her was unusual, and such terrible remarks made her feel even more horrified.

Even faith can be traded, so is there anything in this world that cannot be traded?

Nefeli quietly waited for the other party's next words.

"When I help people, I never look at who they are. What I want is what I can get."

Lear took out the seed of the golden tree, the seed that the old knight had longed for, radiating a faint but firm light in his hand.

"The way you talk is very much like those greedy traitors of the volcano."

"Lackard made a deal with the devil, exchanging the belief he pursued all his life for the power of immortality. The original intention was good, but the result was not satisfactory."

"I thought you were just a newcomer to the Borderlands and had never been to the Round Table"

"The golden tree is very beautiful, and it is a reliable helper for the time being." He handed the seeds to Nefeli, watched the beautiful female warrior take it with both hands, and then said again, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is It’s you who have to trust your eyes and your ears. Live in someone else’s belief and you’re a bargaining chip, but if you believe in your own, you’re who you are.”

"." Nefeli lowered her head and pondered for a moment.

And Lear took off the old knight's armor and put on his handsome suit.

As if this piece of equipment was left to Lear by the old knight, until he put it all on, the old knight turned into fly ash and dissipated with the wind.

This scene shocked Neferi.

During the whole process of changing clothes, Lear did not mean to shy away from Nefeli at all, and Nefeli also saw the golden light in Lear's eyes.

"your eyes"

"Some small tricks, you can get away with it most of the time."

With a wave of his right hand in front of his face, the golden light quietly dissipated, and Nefeli's slightly confused expression was reflected in the completely restored black eyes.

"We still have a lot to do, would you like to come with me?"

After changing his costume, Lear hugged his helmet and said with a smile to Nefeli, while the other hand stretched forward, making an invitation.

"what are you going to do?"

"There is a disgusting guy who has defiled the wind. At least for now, I am still an ally of the wind-I promised some people to do a grand event, but this requires detailed planning and some delicate layouts. Time is tight. Well, I've found a guy I can practice with."

"You can do what you want, don't care about me, you and I should believe in our respective guidance and move forward, one day, your road and mine will lead to the throne of King Elden. "

Nefeli spoke in a low voice, and she understood that the man in front of her had her own set of fallacies, and she couldn't be fooled by him, she had to strengthen her beliefs.

"I'm going to assassinate the 'graft' noble, do you want to join me?"

"The 'graft' nobles in this city?"

"I once met a beautiful girl on Storm Hills. She told me that behind the main square in Stonewell, there was a banquet hall. In the banquet hall, there was a spider-like monster hovering beside him. There are always many servants who will send some limbs that Grek picked out to him, and then "attach limbs". The latest time, his greedy desire for power made him no longer care about Grek, and he "attached limbs" all at once. Seven or eight faded corpses that should have been sent to the inner city, for this reason, it made an innocent girl lose her faith, and almost turned into a cowardly lonely soul."

Lear told the story of the girl in Storm Hills. Lear, who has game experience, knew that the girl was named Roderica, and what Roderica said, the story of becoming a "chrysalis" happened in that banquet hall. happened in.

But he cleverly used metaphors to anger the fledgling girl in front of him who hadn't experienced the dangers in the world.

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

Taking advantage of the information gap, speaking some words in the tone that everyone here likes very much, can keep him inscrutable, and by the way, he can also shorten the relationship with the other party, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

No, the female soldier in front of her became excited.

"Besides Greg, there are actually people in Stonewell who are deliberately using the forbidden technique of 'attaching limbs'?!"

When Nefeli was excited, the waves were turbulent, and even her breathing became slightly heavier.

"As you can see, the power is touching. Grek has become a demigod because of 'attaching limbs'. Under the rule of such an opportunistic monarch, no one wants to use his methods to make himself the next 'attaching limbs' demigod." .After all, this is the easiest way to be seen, to become a strong man, and the price to be paid is just to become ugly and lose the dispensable reason.”

"I'll go with you, where is he? I'm going to kill him!"

Nefeli said through gritted teeth, and picked up the ax that had just been set aside.

The fish is in the net.

"follow me."

Lear and Nefeli walked out of the small room by the road. He picked up the spear and halberd that the old knight had dropped on the ground. The lost knight's halberd was considered a good weapon in the game.

The handle of the lost knight's halberd is very long, and there is an extremely sharpened tip at the front end, so this halberd is very suitable for stabbing, and the attached halberd blade is not wide, it is a kind of weapon that is very suitable for anti-cavalry combat. It's not really suitable for one-on-one duels.

To be honest, the two huge axes carried by the female warrior Nefeli are also weapons of a warlike nature. They are not very practical in a one-on-one battle that requires skill and weapon mastery, but as long as the user The ability is outstanding, and it will also show extremely powerful combat power.

Lear only needs to glance to see that the great ax in Nefeli's hand is closely related to the Stormhawk. The entire blade of the ax is deliberately cast to look like a Stormhawk spreading its wings. The two giant axes resonate with each other to form a pair. , just like a soaring eagle.

He carried the spear and halberd on his shoulder, and led Neferi towards the large square with green grass in the distance.

The evil fat man still sat there watching the wild dogs nibble on the corpses of their own kind, shaking their abscessed and obese bodies.

Getting closer, Lear could clearly smell the stench.

The smell was not only left by him staying in places like the sewer for many years, Lear saw that several wounds on his body had been festered and inflamed, and yellow pus was still flowing out from the wounds, disgusting and pathetic.

Although he would groan sometimes, he was still cheerful, as if he didn't know what was going on.

When Lear passed by with Nefeli, the fat man stood up.

Holding a large chipped bowl, he moved closer to Lear's side.

The stench became stronger, and Nefeli kept a vigilant distance from him, but Lear did not.

This fat man with a bad omen didn't know Lear, but he knew the clothes and the old knight. The way he recognized people was probably the clothes and the familiar smell on them.

He thought Lear had come to bring him food.

The little fat man was like a mentally handicapped man, laughing foolishly, and he could still see his fat face clearly, with the corners of his mouth curled up in an arc.

Probably he is happiest when he can eat every day.

Lear shook his head, and he took out a bottle from the mind space, which contained red dew drops.

When the bottle cap was opened, a rich fragrance overflowed, even the stink from the fat man was covered.

Lear poured some into his bowl and made him drink it.

There are not many dew drops in the bowl, so it can only be spread with a bottom layer.

But the little fat man greedily licked the dew drops clean, and he felt that the wound on his body was being nourished and healed slowly by the power contained in the dew drops. Then, he did something that shocked both Lear and Nefeli. action.

He knelt down, his bloated body kowtowed to Lear with difficulty.

"Well, wooluwa" he couldn't speak clearly, but he pointed in the direction of the banquet hall.

"You want to say that the 'grafting' nobleman over there is completely insane, so let's not go, right?"

Lear laughed, this little fat man is really different from other fat men.

He is actually sensible and can talk!

So, Lear responded seriously: "We are going to kill him."

"Well, Waibi wow"

Probably with the current intelligence of the little fat man, he couldn't figure out why the knight in front of him wanted to kill the nobleman he had once loyal to, but this did not prevent the little fat man from choosing his own position.

He stood up from his long knees, picked up the iron hatchet that was placed aside, chopped off the wild dog beside him with the knife, and then rushed into the banquet hall with the big hatchet, screaming.
Afterwards, both Lear and Nefeli heard the commotion coming from inside. Lear made a decisive decision and pulled Nefeli back to the underground storage room on the other side of the banquet hall.

The little fat man ran out of the banquet hall nimbly, followed by several skinny domestic servants holding inferior long swords, and several exiled soldiers also chased out from inside.

He is using his own life to create this opportunity to single out nobles!

Lear naturally took Nefeli's hand, and said to her, "Don't let me down."

"Ok!"

The two rushed into the main entrance of the banquet hall hand in hand.

PS: Change first and then change.

(End of this chapter)