Summoning: Anime March

Summoning: Anime March / Author:JOJOWE

"Status: Updated to: monitor of extra11 single brush"

"brief introduction:

Looking back, what is everything for?What am I born for?What are you fighting for?The swordsman in black understood: right and wrong should be determined by history, all we can do is to believe in ourselves and think it is right.Then... fight for it!

cut!The beginning of the red eye

1. Black Swordsman

"Wake up! Wake up!"

"Huh?" The messy voice entered his ears, and the young man opened his eyes and spit out the grass roots in his mouth, thinking he was handsome.

The owner of the carriage took out two silver coins and threw them to the boy, "I didn't encounter a few dangerous species on the road this time, and I agreed to give you two silver coins."

Looking at the stingy employer with a half-smiling smile, the young man happily took it. "Thank you! Uncle, you better change your stinginess. It's no wonder that you didn't get married when you were 40 years old."

"Huh? You stinky boy!" Only then did the employer react, and before he could start scolding, the young man was nowhere to be seen.

"This is different from what I said before." The boy looked around, dozens of dangerous species staring at him.

Although they complained, the teenagers did not say that they wanted to be their food.

"It's really impossible to go far, so I'll fill your stomach with you tonight." He pulled out the rusted iron sword behind him.

"It's meal time!" The boy shouted, his body like a gust of wind rushing into the encirclement of the dangerous species.

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This is a small city near the imperial capital.

Pushing the door open, the smell of tobacco mixed with alcohol stimulates the boy's just full stomach.

"Have a cup of hot milk." Sitting on the stool, he turned his head and ignored the bartender who looked at him with speechless eyes.

Most of the people who come here are people who are unwilling to face reality.

Relieve stress with cigarettes and numb the senses with alcohol.

"A bunch of useless people." The young man said in a low voice, turning around and picking up the hot milk on the table.

"Hey! Hey! Did you know? There's a newcomer from the young kiln recently."

"Really?" The man suddenly drooled.

Young kiln?Really uncomfortable word, but

"Yo! Do you mind adding me?" The young man walked to the two of them and sat down with a familiar look.

"Little kid, aside." When the boy put the two silver coins in front of them, the man's attitude changed instantly.

"Hey! Brother, are you also interested in that place?" It's really a creature that sees money.

The boy pretended to be very interested. "Hmm! Can you tell me the specific situation?"

"Looking at my brother, you are a foreigner. This young kiln is a kiln, but this is not an ordinary kiln."

The kiln boy pretended to be easy-going, "Then what?"

"Hey, that is, there are always young girls between the ages of 10 and 16, hehe! My brother likes this when you look at your age, right?" The man looked at the boy wretchedly.

The teenager nodded, "Yes, I like young girls the most, but where did these girls come from? I don't believe you if you say it's voluntary."

"Shh! Brother! I'll tell you in a low voice." The man looked very serious.

"Actually, this young kiln was opened by a confidant of the minister. He was transferred here by the minister. He may also be a guy who likes young girls, so he opened such a kiln." When he mentioned the word minister, the young man instantly Exuding killing intent, he was startled and thought that he was discovered by the minister's subordinates, and looked around.

"Hey, let me ask you one last question, where did those children come from?" The teenager was about to get up.

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "Most of them are half-breeds, or they are homeless children. If the minister's subordinates see that someone's daughter is beautiful, they will grab it, and he will throw it into the kiln to make money for him when he is finished. ."

"Thanks." The boy got up and left.

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At night, there will always be a hazy impulse, such as sex, such as love.

"Who would come out of this rotten world to be an idiot and be a hero." Now looking down at the so-called young kiln from a high place, the young man said sarcastically.

Then he put the iron sword behind his back. "But an idiot is better than a coward who dares not resist. System 300 heroes log in!"

"This guest, a first-class half-breed is here today. If you are interested, how about waiting there when Lord Karl runs out and pays four silver coins." The manager of this young kiln looked wretchedly in front of him. black boy.

Looking back, there was already a long queue in the waiting place he mentioned.

"I don't know if you have the silver coins." He resisted the anger in his heart, and like lightning, he pulled out the iron sword behind him and stabbed it into his chest.

"You you." He pointed at the boy with blank eyes.

He pulled out the iron sword and kicked him away like garbage. "Your blood was red, but I thought it was black."

The guests behind them panicked when they saw this at a loss.

The teenager blocked the door like a gust of wind. "Since you have money to come here to play, you have already been sentenced to death. You can only kill them."

The rusted iron sword, like the scythe of the god of death in his hand, harvested the lives of this group of domestic animals without hesitation.