I Really Like That Guy!

Ken originally wanted to talk to a prodigal who was just as doomed as him, but Mercer seemed to be a good fit, but he didn't expect him to be a favored one.

After the accident, he quickly figured it out.

"I should have thought of it, you have such a beautiful face, and it is not uncommon for you to be favored by angels."

"What do you mean?" Mercer's expression was still gloomy.

His appearance is extremely sunny and handsome, and with such an expression, it is inexplicable that people feel disobedient.

Ken said bluntly: "In the past few years, some people have found that the favored people who come with angel feathers are very handsome, so people guess that angels like good-looking believers." He glanced at Mercer's handsome face. , The tone was a bit sour, "Sure enough, the rumor is true."

Mercer: "..."

For a while, he didn't know what expression to show.

Glad that his appearance was recognized? Still angry?

He thought that the gift of the angel was unique, but now he told him that he was not the special one. He regarded it as a precious feather, and many others had it.

Just thinking about it, Mercer's mood couldn't help gloomy.

He looked not far away, and there was a young man dressed simply, with brown hair and brown eyes, standing there with a cold expression, surrounded by a vacuum.

This is the Carl in Kane's mouth, the lucky one who called the angel to come.

Mochel looked at him critically. His skin was rough, his complexion was dull from the sun for a long time, his nose bridge was not high, and he was shorter than him. How could such a person be considered good-looking?

He probably completely forgot that when he was **** in the church at the age of fifteen, he looked more embarrassed than Carl at this time.

Sensing his gaze, Karl turned his eyes to this side.

The two looked at each other and looked at each other, and both saw vigilance and hostility in each other's eyes.

The selection of knights began not long after, and three people walked out of the Holy See, a cardinal, a nun, and a knight in silver-white armor, leading all the young people who came to participate in the selection to enter the Holy See.

After Ken learned that Morchel was also a favored one, he distanced himself from him, and spread the news that Morchel was also a favored one.

Like Karl, Mercer was quickly isolated.

In the crowd, it was almost clear at a glance who was favored by God.

People will not approach the favored person, but will only watch from a distance, as if once they become favored, they will be different from ordinary people.

Mercer easily identified the suspect target. There were nearly 200 people participating in the selection, and there were more than 100 knights excluding nuns and priests.

Among the more than 100 people, not counting the words of him and Carl, there are still four people who are suspected of being favored by God.

There are six people in total, and everyone's appearance can be regarded as outstanding, and it is no different from what Ken said.

Mercer: "..."

He can no longer describe his feelings in words. If there is another person, maybe he will no longer be able to maintain the calmness and disguise on the surface.

In fact, many people have noticed the strangeness of Mercer.

Every God-Blessed One received his death stare, and wondered in their hearts, what is going on with this strange man?

Fortunately, the selection is about to begin. The selection of knights is very simple. As long as you fight against the Holy See's Knight Legion, you can join the Holy See after passing the test.

This year, ten knights will be selected. Before that, the knight commander first asked everyone who has been favored by angels.

Unsurprisingly, five people stood up.

Mochel didn't move, he stood straight in the crowd, watching the five people take out the snow-white angel feathers from their jackets and display them in front of the knight commander.

At this moment, everyone lowered their heads to express their respect to the gods.

Mercer didn't lower his head, he stared at those feathers, where no one saw him, his eyes were full of greed that could not be hidden.

The knight said: "Since the angels have come for you, there is no doubt about your belief in the Father God. I believe that you are the most devout believers. You can avoid the trial and be a member of the Paladins from now on. ."

No one objected to this decision.

Carl looked back at the blond man behind him, and suddenly said, "Lord Knight, I heard that Adams is also a favored one, why didn't he stand up?"

Everyone's eyes followed Carl and moved to Mercer.

Facing the questioning eyes of the knight commander, Mercer was only stunned for a moment, and then said sternly: "I am indeed a favored one, but I want to prove myself with my strength, Lord Knight Commander, please let me also participate in the trial. "

As soon as these words came out, a flash of admiration flashed across the knight commander's eyes: "Very well, Adams, I allow you to test."

In fact, the Holy See is actually not very satisfied with these favored ones. The appearance of the favored ones has broken the rules of the Holy See. They cannot but accept them. People, there are always some who do not meet the requirements of becoming a knight.

Knights are warriors, and some of those favored by the gods have such poor psychological qualities that they dare not kill even the lowest-level monsters.

Fortunately, although there are gods favored, they are not many, and they will not have any impact on the Holy See. At most, they will only cause a headache for the knight commander for a while.

Mercer's words made the knight commander look at him differently, but also attracted the dissatisfaction of several other gods.

Obviously they are favored by God, but they choose to try. Is this saying that they have no strength and will only take shortcuts?

At this moment, Mercer took a meaningful look at a few people.

Several gods favored each other, and after a while, they seemed to have made up their minds, and also asked the knight commander to participate in the trial.

The knight commander naturally agreed, and the trial kicked off. Each selector selected an opponent from the Paladins. After the selection, the two sides competed, and the one who was approved by the Paladins passed.

These paladins wore silver armor and steel helmets, and could not see.

They held long swords and rode high on their horses with straight backs. They had experienced life and death battles, and each of them was filled with a powerful and chilling air.

And after becoming paladins, the Holy See will regularly bless them, teach swordsmanship, and enhance their physique and strength.

All the men who participated in the selection, no matter how confident they were before, couldn't help but feel the heart of retreat when they really faced such a team of cavalry.

No one took the initiative to stand up, and everyone fell into silence. People who made up the number such as Ken even planned to give up directly.

In the silence, someone stepped forward, walked to the front of the team, and said to the knight, "Lord Knight, I wonder if I can ask you for advice?"

The man's platinum-blond hair gleamed like light in the sun, his face was as handsome as a sculpture, and when his blue eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were charming and deep.

The knight looked down at him, dismounted without saying a word, and came to the grass beside him. Mercer followed leisurely, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

Someone brought him a long sword, and under the tense attention of countless people, the two began to compete.

Everyone thought the Paladins would win, just look at the sloppy look of Mercer. But when they really moved, everyone opened their eyes wide and their jaws dropped.

The battle between the two was fast and not fancy. The Paladin's attack was fierce and strong, and each time it was very fast and precise.

Mercer initially only defended, parrying the attack with his longsword, shuffling his feet, dodging the Paladin's thrusts.

After defending about a dozen moves, he suddenly changed his fighting style and took the initiative to attack.

His attack was different from that of a knight, and he was more inclined to be bizarre. He did not follow a straightforward path. The long sword pierced from every unimaginable angle, making it hard to guard against.

The Paladins have probably never met such a formidable opponent. Mercer's footsteps are light and his body is like a cat. The attacks are getting faster and faster, and it is more and more difficult to resist.

The transition from the original Mercer defense to the Paladin defense was astoundingly fast.

In the final blow, Mochel stabbed the paladin's helmet and armor with a sword.

In the nick of time, the Paladin tried his best to lean back and escaped the blow.

Such an exciting scene made the onlookers hold their breath. The next second, the Paladin took the initiative to make a truce gesture, he took off his helmet, exposed his face, and said to Mercer: "I admit you, boy. "

Mercer smiled slightly and shook his hand casually.

"It's Edmond, Adams was able to defeat Edmond!" Someone exclaimed.

Edmond, the leader of the paladins, is also the guardian knight of the Holy Maiden of Light today. This position is not suitable for everyone.

Mercer's performance made the serious knight commander smile, and the others suddenly felt an invisible pressure on their hearts, not to mention the few favored ones.

As a favored person, Mercer is so good, and the others should not be bad, right?

The five God-Blessed Ones bravely stepped forward in the eyes of everyone's expectations, and they also chose their opponents, but the subsequent battle was disappointing.

Their performance is actually not bad, but they can only be overshadowed by Mochel Pearl.

Someone whispered: "Among these gods, Adams is the most handsome and powerful. If he can rank second, he should be the first."

The tips of his ears caught these words, and Mochel narrowed his eyes lazily, and his expression finally revealed a hint of satisfaction.

But before he could raise the corners of his lips, another voice made his smile freeze on his face.

"No, I think it was Stuart, last year's favored man. I heard that he killed an intermediate monster some time ago, and he was able to summon the lower realm of angels many times and received the exclusive blessing of angels. He should be the strongest. "

Summoned Angel Nether many times?

Silently licking his back molars, Mercer turned his eyes to the Paladins, and his clear blue eyes gradually dimmed.