People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

It wasn't its own strength that bounced off Kanzaki Kaori's slash, but it was closer to the feeling of "repelling".

Sigurd continued to stretch his palm forward, as if intending to grab Kanzaki Kaori's cheek.

Just when Kanzaki Kaori was about to lift the knife and block Sigurd's palm with the broken handle of the knife, a strong sense of crisis that even made Kanzaki Kaori feel life-threatening came over.

Kanzaki Kaori didn't even care about the broken knife in his hand, and directly let go of his palm, bursting out with all his strength in an instant, throwing his body backwards in a "throwing" posture.

Because of the flawless control of strength and posture, Kanzaki Kaori rolled awkwardly on the dilapidated grassland, feeling as if she was suddenly hit by a sixteen-wheeled super-large truck, and the scattered grass and dirt stuck to her body. The whole person is in a panic.

And the blow that caused Kanzaki Kaori to frighten, even ignoring his image and fighting, was just Sigurd's previously raised arm.

Sigurd put down his palm casually, and Kanzaki Kaori also stood up tremblingly.

Because of the action of withdrawing the knife just now, Kanzaki Kaori himself was injured by his own strength recoil, and coupled with the panicked retreat just now, the powerful body strength of the "sage" who was originally an advantage hurt Kanzaki Kaori himself.

"Your magic name saved your life."

"..."

Kanzaki Kaori didn't make a sound, because the world was spinning in her eyes at this moment.

But Kanzaki Kaori also understood that Sigurd was telling the truth.

Just now, if Kanzaki Kaori hadn't chosen to forcibly withdraw his strength because he was worried about hurting Sigurd, then at the moment when Kanzaki Kaori hadn't used up his old strength and the new strength hadn't been generated, Sigurd's attack would have been impossible. .

"The bramble, the crown of thorns..."

"Stand still and think about talking."

Kanzaki Kaori didn't refute, and shook his head, trying to recover as much as possible.

Unsteady, Kanzaki Kaori was already covered in injuries, especially the internal injuries, and it took ten days and a half months to adjust.

"If I hadn't escaped that blow just now..."

"I've already kept my hand. It's nothing more than that you will be admitted to the ICU because of your comminuted skull fracture. Don't worry, you will definitely not die with your physical fitness."

Although it was the truth, Kanzaki Kaori was not happy at all.

At that moment just now, Kanzaki Kaori really felt the threat of death, that's why she exploded without any scruples, and even avoided Sigurd's blow at the expense of causing internal injuries to herself.

At this moment, Laura Stuart, who had disappeared for a while, reappeared.

Carefully carrying the monk's uniform, the supreme bishop tiptoed across the potholed lawn and came to the two of them.

"Then the assessment should be over, right?"

"Um......"

Kanzaki Kaori cast a helpless glance at the completely broken Lingdao, then moved his aching shoulder, and after confirming again and again that there were no dislocations or fractures, Kanzaki Kaori felt as if he was out of strength. Sitting slumped on the dirt-turned lawn.

And Laura, who saw this scene, didn't say anything, after all, it was not easy to fight Sigurd like this.

This monster-like mercenary is simply not something that normal people can fight against.

Although the "sage" is already quite a supermodel, but in front of Sigurd, he is nothing more than a slightly stronger ordinary person.

Chapter 100: The Warming Organization of the Weak

"Satisfied?"

"Smooth than expected."

Sigurd and Laura Stuart were leaning against the corridor of the church atrium as they watched Kanzaki Kaori being carried into the ambulance of the Puritan-affiliated hospital.

The "Bell Tower Chorus" technique has been lifted, and the cold moonlight is also shining in the small garden in the quiet and peaceful atrium.

At this time, the two of them chose to hide behind the shadow of the pillars in the corridor by coincidence, and seemed to be silently implying the particularity of the two of them.

"For that guy, there is no need for something of the level of 'dismissal'. Although it is not polite to say this, Japanese people are much easier to get along with than Western magicians in this regard."

"indeed so......"

Laura Stuart glanced at the black-haired and yellow-skinned mercenary, the small silver cross on his chest was shining in the moonlight.

"But Mr. Sigurd, you also understand that dismounting is not the main purpose. The so-called magicians are a group of children who have been betrayed by the world, holding daggers, helpless and suffering. We need to confirm that this 'sage' of the Far East is not lost 'The Lost One' of his own magical name."

"I once said this to Matthew Liss, a Roman Orthodox Christian."

With his eyes closed, the mercenary looked up at the star map in the sky.

"The guy who forced the alchemist away, really dare to open his teeth?"

"But this is a last resort. In fact, we have also considered the child's safety, so we spared no expense to ask Mr. Sigurd to clear her memory, so as to guarantee the child's safety to the greatest extent. safety."

"The request I received was to protect the safety of the [-] magic books to the maximum extent. Your request is even to let the child's personality 'idle'?"

The mercenary's tone rarely fluctuated, and Laura Stuart had known the mercenary for more than ten years, and had a considerable understanding of the other's character and behavior.

In fact, the so-called "heavy money" is only one-sided for the Puritan sect. In the eyes of this mercenary, it is nothing more than a few extra zeros.

The reason why he would nod to accept the "clean-up" work is, in his own words:

【You want me to watch a butcher, holding a rusty hatchet, perform precise brain surgery on an eleven or twelve-year-old child in a pigsty? 】

It was quite a disrespectful statement, but none of the proud British magicians dared to refute it.

Do you still remember that in this city, which can be said to be the largest and most densely populated by magicians in the world, there may even be one magician in ten pedestrians in London.

The British, who have always admired chivalry, have always had a special affection for guys with noble spirits and extraordinary skills.

Although Sigurd has never been a British magician, this "outsider" has accumulated considerable popularity in the UK.

Especially the liberal magic associations that do not belong to the three factions. Among them, a group of magicians headed by the two "Golden Department" associations of "Dark Dawn" and "Voyage to the Galaxy", even regarded Sigurd's words as Outrageous levels of truth.

Under the ambition of revitalizing the ancient gold, the "gold" of the world has locked the target on Sigurd with an unusual tacit understanding.And the most outrageous part is that the goal of their competition is not something like "leader" or "rule".

"The biggest vassal", it can be said that there is a tendency to fight for this position in the current "golden" association. Association" fact.

"What do you think of that 'saint'?"

"In terms of strength, it barely ranks in the top ten in London."

"How about all of them?"

"At least four knights can defeat her easily."

Seemingly having gotten the answer she wanted, Laura Stuart also heaved a sigh of relief and leaned against the cold and damp stone wall in late autumn.

"Ah, really. I have to deal with such troublesome things every time. What if it's a guy with a super grumpy temper?"

"Break two legs and be honest."

"That's right, that's what I'm worried about!"

Holding his forehead, the long golden hair gave people a feeling of shining in the moonlight, and the golden hair of excellent color was a beautiful color that even princes and nobles would envy.

At this moment an elderly nun came out from the back room, what appeared to be a small bag in her hand.

Sigurd glanced slightly in the direction. It seemed to be the room where Laura Stuart usually rested and groomed.

"Mercenary, do you know? British ladies in the twelfth century believed that it was the greatest virtue to bathe their hair in sunlight or moonlight, so that the hair color would be the best 'sunshine hair'. Compared to It’s quite interesting to use it as a dye that’s a sight to behold.”

"I only know that guy Sylvia often said, 'Ms. should not let men see her make-up,' and then throw me down from the fourteenth floor."

"It seems that the life of the two of you in Academy City is quite interesting."

With the help of the nun, I removed the silver hairpin that held the long hair, and now it is different from usual, with a huge amount of hair falling vertically from the shoulders.The parts that cannot be sorted are scattered directly on the floor.

Laura was sitting on the bench in the corridor, with a whole row of gold and silver combs taken out of the bag on her lap.

She selected a comb with different lengths, widths, spacing, etc. of the teeth.

Treating her long hair like the strings of a harp, she carefully combed strand after strand of hair with a comb.With hair that is longer than your height, you can't reach the end of your hair even if you stretch out your hands.

So Laura gracefully pulled her hair closer with her hands, brushed it carefully, and put it back on the floor.Blonde hair, presenting a wavy scene.

"Speaking of which, Sigurd, you haven't answered my question yet, have you?"

"What is meant?"

"About Kanzaki Kaori's opinion."

Sigurd didn't look at Laura Stuart who was combing her long hair. The black mercenary leaned on the bench on the other side with his arms spread out.

Looking at the stars in the night sky, he sighed.

"This guy completely misunderstood what he should do. To put it bluntly, a weak sect like Amakusa survives by constantly disguising and distorting meaning in the cracks, and its own members cannot get rid of the label of 'weak'."

"Which 'saint' in your opinion should be called 'weak'... But to you, most magicians should be called 'weak'?"

"You know exactly what I mean by 'weak'."

With his eyes closed, the black mercenary seemed to be remembering something.

Then he sighed unconsciously, and all of this was seen by Laura who was combing her long hair.

"To put it simply, the Amakusa style should be a 'group warming organization for the weak'. But what do you think Kanzaki Kaori is doing now?"

"She chose to walk alone, got rid of her companions, and even gave up her hidden style, using her immature martial arts to show her face under the vision of the magic side..."

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Kanzaki Kaori has completely deviated from the nature of the "Amakusa-style cross religion" itself.

She even dropped her label of "underdog".

The problem of the "sage of the Far East" is actually very obvious, and it is easy to understand with a brief mention.

"Do you think she hasn't figured it out yet?"

"I think she's avoiding figuring it out right now."

Laura nodded, while the mercenary continued talking.

"As a 'sage', Kanzaki Kaori is born with a power far beyond ordinary people. But her companions do not have such special characteristics."

Nodding, Laura continued to comb her hair.

"Saint" is not a rare character for Sigurd.

After all, whether it is the special "female warrior saint" in Northern Europe or the British "saint" Sylvia, the characters gathered around this monster mercenary are all existences that can be called "monsters".

Compared with Kanzaki Kaori in this way, it seems quite ordinary.