overlord the summoner of miracles

Brian ended the day wandering and returned to Gerdjieff's house, where he had been on temporary loan.

It just so happened that Gurdjieff had just left his duty, and his expression seemed a little unhappy.

"What's the matter? Is the woman you like being pursued by some nobleman?"

Gurdjieff smiled and punched back.

"What are you kidding? It's an eight-fingered thing.

His smile faded and was replaced by a deep suspicion, an expression that rarely appeared on his face.

"His Majesty sensed that someone was attacking Eight Fingers' stronghold and sent his men to support them, and although the rescue operation was successful, we also knew that Eight Fingers' strength was far stronger than we thought. "

The stronghold that was attacked last night was once a nobleman's estate, but that nobleman sold the manor because of bankruptcy and fell into the hands of Eight Fingers.

The manor is not far from the king, but it is only a few hours away, and if Eight Fingers camp here, it means that they can mutiny against the king at any time.

Not to mention the combat effectiveness of the guards in the royal capital, the number is barely a bit interesting. The core combat power can only rely on the warrior regiment trained by Gurdjieff himself, and the knights of the palace guards.

It can be tied in terms of ordinary combat power, but in terms of high-end combat power, it is a little stretched.

Today, Gerjeff was with the King, so he had the privilege of hearing Payne's report on last night.

If it's not an exaggeration, those characters can be a bit of a hassle to deal with on their own.

However, if you can equip several of the kingdom's treasures, you should be able to handle it.

"By the way, speaking of which, today, I saw a swordsman with a weapon very similar to yours, is it called a 'knife'?"

Brian immediately thought of the man he had been looking for for the past two days.

"Do you know his name? and his appearance and clothing and so on.

Gurdjieff thought for a moment with his chin propped up.

"It seems to be a foreigner, the name is a little special, what is the name of the Miyo Fang Shouya, with long fiery red hair, wearing clothes similar to martial arts uniforms, and wearing a black cloak. The

shock on Brian's face froze.

That's right, it's him!"

I remember, he was a mercenary introduced to His Majesty by Mr. Claude, and he was very strong.

Brian clenched his fists, his face unusually solemn, and finally bowed deeply to Gurdjieff as if he had finally made an important decision.

"I know it's hard to be strong, but I really want to talk to that gentleman, please

......

!" "That's... Mr. Miname, that's it, Brian said that he wanted me to bring him to meet you, and if there is any presumptuousness, please forgive me. In

the palace barracks, Moriya Gonakata, a mercenary hired by the king, was drinking tea, looking at Gurdjief and the blue-haired man behind him, and couldn't help but smile.

I said, this kid has to come to me.

"So, what's the matter with me?" Bryan

stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Fight me, please. He

still hadn't regained his desire to become stronger, because he still didn't know why he was swinging his sword. But Mr. Sebas gave him many teachings, one of which was to use his powers correctly.

The red-haired man in front of him, who escorted the lone eldest lady home the first time they met, and then helped the king deal with the brutal dark organization, is obviously a person who knows how to use his power correctly.

He wants to start from these aspects, step by step to find his heart to become stronger, and find the meaning of his swinging knife.

Moriya Gonamota slowly put down the teacup, picked up the knife, and walked to the school field outside the military building.

"Come on, then. "

It's not been a long time since he came to the palace, only a few days, but the knights here have a good impression of him.

This person seems to be arrogant and lonely, and he exudes the temperament of being unapproachable in every gesture, like a lonely nobleman, difficult to approach.

But several knights who had been instructed by him in swordsmanship revealed that this person was actually very easy to get along with after getting acquainted.

And the most important point is his superb martial arts. Most of the knights who fought him believed that this guy was at least the rank of the kingdom warrior chief.

The few who remain believe that he has surpassed that level.

Although Clem, whose strength surpasses the knights, has doubts about the evaluation of this group of rookies, he never denies that this man is definitely better than himself.

"Your Royal Highness, you of the Rose are supposed to meet with you today, isn't it appropriate for us to come here to watch people compete with swords without preparation?"

Princess Lana snorted unhappily.

"Clem, you're really, how verbose you're like Mama. Everyone is a friend, there is no need to prepare a bunch of what we don't have, let's go again after watching the sword competition, it's too late. "

Clem is helpless, as soon as the princess is coquettish, he blushes, and when he is red, he can't think normally, so he can only rely on her temperament.

While the two were talking, the two swordsmen were already standing on the school ground.

"Kill the sword stream alive, and the name of the party guards the arrow.

"No door, no faction, Brian Anglaus. Together, they

put their hands on their swords and unsheathed them almost simultaneously.

No, it didn't seem to be at the same time, and with Clem's eyesight, he could see that the speed of the Gonato Moriya was slightly faster.

Brian drew his sword out of its sheath and rushed quickly, intending to disrupt the opponent's driving with a quick slash after getting close, and then used his unique martial art, Divine Flash, to pursue.

But as soon as he took a step, he saw a gray shadow sweeping towards him.

When Chang~~

Brian almost returned to the defense with all his strength, he took the knife back and put it in front of him before the shadow swept to him.

But although the shadow was blocked, the energy it brought still scratched Brian's face, leaving a thin red line.

"What is this!"

Gona Mamoru didn't move a step from beginning to end, just made a gesture like drawing his sword and swinging it.

But the blade swept over as if it had grown out of thin air, was it a martial art, or was it a special effect of the knife?"

"

The head of the house no longer bends his waist, and stands normally with a sword.

Brian let go of his grip on the knife.

The blow just now made his hands a little numb.

I've heard of a long-range slashing martial art, but that kind of martial art should be less powerful with distance, and that kind of power just now can't be reduced.

That's terrible.

Brian knew that there was no chance to be tempted, so he could only go straight to the trick.

He put his sword into its sheath, turned and bent down, leaning forward with his right hand resting lightly on the hilt.

An invisible realm opened up, enveloping the surroundings for a distance.

This distance is just the limit of what he can reach with a knife.

In other words, in every corner of this field, he can swing a knife.

In addition, the relaxed right hand can also inspire another martial art at any time, the Divine Flash.

It was a god-fast sword, and he was confident that even Gurdjieff would not be able to catch up with the speed of this knife.

The combination of the two moves is his special move, the secret sword and the tiger flute!