Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

In this duel, they will not end in person, that would be too demeaning, so Leisi arranged for a person to duel with the opponent.

"That's impossible. What I found was a victorious underground black boxing general, known as the 'Jackal'. He is a vicious striker, and his own strength is also a [Grappler] at the peak of the second order. They are also the descendants of orcs among demihumans, although they look like ordinary people, their speed and strength are extraordinary."

[Grappler] is one of the advanced branches of [Warrior], a profession that no one favors, and even the inheritance of [Grappler] can be easily bought. Because this inherited combat skill is weak in dealing with monsters, but it is quite effective in fighting in the streets of the city, and black boxing is even more advantageous.

"The 'jackal' of underground boxing? I've seen it before! I won a lot of pocket money by betting on him before. He is indeed a reliable thug!" The noble man cheered.

Reis has this winning ticket in his hands, "Moreover, there are also our partners in the Crusaders, which is equivalent to someone helping us indirectly in the war parish. They replaced the weapons prepared by the jackals with high-quality ones, and the random duels after that will also help us. Rules such as restrictions on blessings and oaths will be randomly assigned, which can be said to have completely extinguished all chances of Fenmu winning!"

On the mahogany table in the center of the room, there is a huge crystal ball, which reflects the picture of the arena, and the jackal is ready.

In the closed preparation room, an exit appeared on one side of the wall, which means the duel has officially begun!

Reis raised his glass, "The game has already started, there is no need to wait and see, we can already celebrate the victory in advance, cheers!"

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When Fenmu was wondering how to go to the arena to start a duel, an exit appeared on the wall.

"Is it okay to just walk through here?"

Bringing a slightly modified musket and a hammer, Fenmu stepped into a dazzling light, and the surrounding light gradually faded away.

He was in a huge steel cage, and the cage was wrapped with messy wires, like thorny vines, with black blood stains and rotten minced meat remaining on it.

This is a bloody death fight field, the audience's crazy roar resounds outside the cage, the smell of strong alcohol permeates from the crowd, stimulating nerves, they have no pity for the people in the field, they only care about violence and death the visual impact.

A weak-willed person stands in a cage, and his fighting spirit may already be crushed by the atmosphere here before the fight begins.

"Is this the gladiatorial arena that came out randomly? The people outside seem to be just illusions, and they are used to set off the bloody atmosphere." Fen Mu acted calmly.

On the other side of the cage, a figure emerged, and a playful laugh came from there:

"You must be the lucky one. When I heard that I could play, I was excited for a long time, and finally this moment has come!"

Fenmu could see his appearance clearly. This person's figure was slender, his arms could hang down to his knees, his muscles were full of explosive power, and his body was full of tattoos.

Different from Fenmu's calmness, this opponent enjoyed the atmosphere in this environment very much, his blood was boiling because of the blood and wine in the air, and his fighting spirit was passionate.

Fen Mu didn't feel anything, and asked: "Hello, shall we go through the process and shake hands, or start fighting directly?"

"This random place is an underground black boxing arena for trapped beasts. No rules are the biggest rules. You can only get out if you are alive." The other party's calmness surprised the jackal, but that was all. "Let me see if you are really sophisticated, or if you are scared out of your wits inside!"

As soon as the words fell, the jackal had already rushed out, extremely fast and furious, with knuckles and daggers ready at any time.

A victorious general who fights black fists will definitely not be a reckless person. Any treacherous tricks frequently occur in those dark corners, and not being vigilant is equal to death.

The jackal is actually a cautious person, and the ferocity he shows is to maintain his oppressive force.

He secretly observed every little move of Fenmu: This kid brought a musket and a hammer? Weird combination of weapons.

But the only thing worthy of the wolves' vigilance is the musket, but unfortunately, the [Grappler] at the second level has a keen response to attacks such as darts and arrows.

The reason why many people look down on the inheritance of the [Grappler] is that even though they react to the enemy's attack, their body movements cannot keep up with the reaction consciousness to respond, but this is not a problem for jackals.

The restrictions in the arena here can't affect the display of his blood talent at all.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, watch out for your back!" After the jackal finished speaking, his speed increased to a higher level, leaving only an afterimage in the air.

But he lowered his figure and used the whip leg to attack Fen Mu's lower body.

That's right, it's to remind you to hit the bottom of you, how can the black boxer seriously abide by the rules, and smashing the dog's head on the opposite side is the last word.

It's just that Fen Mu didn't even move to be vigilant. He swung a hammer and swept away the dagger thrown by the jackal, then drew out his musket and fired a shot at the ground.

There was a bang gunshot, a raging tongue of flame spewed out from the muzzle, and the bullets burst into the jackal's legs!

As long as he is hit, the power of the bullet can instantly destroy all his mobility and bring him death.

However, the jackal's eyes suddenly turned into animal pupils, and the trajectory of the bullet was extremely slow in his vision.

Can hide!

"The pace of the trapped beast!"

The jackal's movements clearly exerted all its strength, but its legs twisted incredulously, narrowly dodging the bullets. It was only the heels of the legs scratched by the heat wave, but it was not a serious problem.

Now is the decisive moment for his counterattack!

"After the musket is fired, it's just a piece of scrap iron before it's reloaded. With this kind of toy that doesn't exist, you have no chance to fight back, poor fellow!" The jackal laughed, and kicked Fenmu again with his legs.

"Sorry, times have changed."

Without even needing to aim, Fenmu's fingers lightly pulled the trigger, and without reloading, the musket spewed out flames again.

boom--

The jackal's body instantly shattered and flew out.

pawn.

Chapter 30 Big Bald

The broken flesh and blood on the ground quickly disappeared, and the craziness of the audience shouting intensified. Bloody cheers resounded through the steel cage. Small objects such as bottle caps and bow ties were thrown up, even women's underwear. It is an act of cheering in a black boxing arena, almost like a reward.

Fenmu silently changed the order for the musket, and looked at a piece of women's underwear on the cage in amazement: "This size is too big, bigger than mine. This is the tank aunt of the giant race."

But how do I get out? Why didn't I see the exit or something.

In the past, when entering the meeting dream, as long as you move your mind a little and repeat the thought of leaving in your mind, the dream will automatically dissipate, but this time it doesn't seem to work.

The cheers of the audience became smaller, as if the distance was getting farther away, and their sleeve movements were still crazy, but the sound disappeared. This scene looked a bit weird.

Suddenly, those assistant bishops appeared next to Fen Mu, and they all cast shocked eyes.

"I remember that the muskets in the preparation room can only be fired once. How did you manage to fire two shots in a row just now, and the power seems to have increased a lot!" Gui Basen, the sister of the war parish, wanted to know very much. The reason for this is that the will to fight is burning in the eyes.

One of the differences between the Parish of War and the Parish of Judgment is this. People in the Parish of War are extraordinarily aggressive, willing to challenge interesting opponents, and constantly train themselves through actual combat; as for the good sisters of the Parish of Trial, you can basically regard Taivia as Reference, only showing extreme tendencies in the performance of duties.

Fen Mu hid next to Taivia, afraid that the assistant bishop of Bassen would use his authority to make him play a game. The picture of the lock man......

"The person in charge of introducing the rules said that the weapons in the preparation room can be slightly changed to suit your own convenience. I shouldn't have violated the rules, right?"

Several assistant bishops were stunned, and a polite "?" appeared above everyone's head.

"But the modification we are talking about usually involves wrapping a cloth strip around the handle of the knife, or sharpening the edge of the knife... Well, of course there is no problem with your modification, but your modification is a bit Exaggeration." Assistant Bishop Jenny was a little incoherent.

Others generally have the same reaction, this modification is really outrageous.

In actual combat, a musket that cannot fire continuously means that as long as one shot misses, it can be said that before the battle is over, its function may be to stun others. Craftsmen are aware of the defects of muskets, but they can't think A good way to improve.

The current scheme that can achieve continuous firing will reduce the power and range of the musket to a very low level, and the risk of bombing will also increase, so that weapons such as muskets are close to being abandoned.

This kind of Fenmu is no longer an improvement, it can even be called an innovation!

"Musket, I want to try it." Taivia's eyes were fixed on the gun in Fenmu's hand, as if she had just seen a lollipop.

"Of course, here you are. Here are spare bullets. The time in the preparation room is a bit short, so I can only change them to three rounds."

After getting the musket from Fenmu, Taivia shot at the auditorium randomly. Although her expression was still so flat and dull, Fenmu felt that she seemed to be having a good time, maybe it was an illusion.

Bassen was full of admiration: "The musket can be improved so well in a short period of time. It seems that the group of famous craftsmen did not lose unjustly, and they are not on the same level at all."

The scene of Fenmu's future battle appeared in the minds of several people at the same time. A handsome young man stood at the door of a powerful enemy. He took out a bunch of forging tools and began to forge weapons. After making new weapons, he went in and slaughtered the enemy.

The picture is a bit strange, but Fenmu's negative attitude towards the use of combat skills, several people still think the above idea is more reliable.

But in this way, it becomes difficult to judge his strength.

Jenny looked at her colleagues with a wry smile: "So, is Femme's actual combat ability considered strong or not?"

"We only judge things based on the results. If we win, we win. Where are there so many excuses? Of course we are strong." Bassen said with his arms folded, but his previous belligerent thoughts disappeared. Lost interest.

The "strength" shown by Fenmu is a bit opportunistic. In actual combat, how can there be so many opportunities for him to sharpen the knife, and the enemy in the deep dream is not just a good weapon. fixed.

To sum up, Bassen believes that Fenmu is a strong but not powerful person.

Several assistant bishops even vaguely deduced that maybe the blessing that Stranger bestowed on Finmer was his outrageous talent in forging.

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The nobles on Reis' side exploded!

Everything happened so suddenly and unbelievably.

Reis had said at the beginning that he had made a perfect plan, but everyone was still in awe of the righteous god's blessing, and they were all worried that Fenmu would use his blessing to defeat the underground black boxing champion in the Gulburg block.

In the end, Fenmu did defeat the jackal, but he didn't rely on blessings at all, and he didn't even use his spiritual power and combat skills.

"What's going on here? How could that bastard's musket fire twice?!"

"That's right, how can there be a two-shot musket, is it secretly provided to the lucky bastard by the people in the war parish?!"

"That's not fair! There must be tricks in this, some families must have made a move!"

Reis also thought about many possibilities of failure, so he made so many preparations in advance, and even spent a lot of money to win over the crusaders, because only this way can reach the war parish.

But the fact still happened with a particularly surprising gesture.

Ignoring the curses in the venue, Lace quietly left the room and went to the bathroom.

A bald-headed man in a black robe was inside, looking at the mirror in front of the sink, his upright posture exuded a strange aura inexplicably, like a stiff corpse placed upright.

"You need help, don't you?" Reis said, looking at the bald man in the mirror.

"You need help." The bald man admired the dark pattern on his face with satisfaction.

"Yes, I need help. You are going to bring me to the territory of Elinoze, and you will ensure that I can continue to enjoy the noble status and own an independent manor. This is our previous deal!" Lace was afraid that the other party would go back on his word.

"Of course, you can fall into the embrace of the Mother God sect. I appreciate your intelligence, but now we need someone to respond at the port. The people in the trial parish are staring too hard, and our people are struggling!" the bald man said gloomily.

"No problem! I can agree to your request, so what should I do? What is the response method? Do I want to transport people or goods?" Reis couldn't wait to ask.

Chapter 31 My support teammates should be very reliable

Rhine Harbor.

After receiving the task, Casalia has been following here for a long time in casual clothes, but the progress of the task is not smooth.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to stay in this seaport full of stench and salty fish for so long.

The story has to start with a friend in the parish of learning, who found the heraldic token of a heretical religion on the way back from the cargo ship.

For the sake of safety, this person was aware of his abilities and did not act rashly. He reported the situation as soon as he returned to Church City.

After the trial parish took the order, it immediately went to the Levine Harbor to guard, and indeed searched for an evil thing at the beginning.

To be precise, it is an eyeball-like spar, covered with bloodshot eyes and dilated pupils. No normal person would think of using this kind of thing to decorate the house.

Those who tried to smuggle the spar were escorted back to the trial parish. It would be fine if they were in other remote places. If they dare to be so arrogant near the church city, there must be some kind of conspiracy.

Therefore, a group of people were left to stay in the port openly and secretly, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.

"Captain, I have always felt that you are not suitable for squatting in casual clothes." Ava walked to Casalia and squatted beside her.

"Why?" Casalia took a bite of the salted fish bread, a specialty of the port, with a gloomy expression on her face again, "God, I feel like my teeth and stomach have undergone a hard training."

Specialties always have strong local characteristics, but salted fish bread is a tradition left by someone who really doesn’t know, it’s such a jerk!

"Although you're dressed up in disguise, Captain, with your beautiful hair and delicate face, you don't look like a port laborer." Ava told the truth.

"That can't be helped. Maybe you can meet a few particularly blind heretics. You just came from the diocese to change shifts. How is the situation of the heretic who was arrested back? Did you find out anything from interrogation?"

"No, he was implanted with some kind of spell. He started talking, but suddenly his body twitched and dissolved into a puddle of oil."

Casalia imagined the bread as an enemy, so she made up her mind to eat it. She let out a long sigh of relief and said, "Sorry news, so did the companions who went to check the nearby residential houses get any news?"

The seaport has a high turnover of people, and there are many hotels and restaurants nearby that provide temporary accommodation. It is a mixed place, and it is very easy to harbor suspicious guys.

Ava shook her head and said, "No, but I can be sure that those guys are plotting something, otherwise they wouldn't run over so dangerously."

If a sixth-level strong man is willing to come from the church city, or a fifth-level reinforcement who is biased towards the enemy's perception, then the search will become extremely easy.

But when you don't know the situation, it is very dangerous to let the powerhouses of the sixth level be led by the nose. It's a pity that those big figures have gathered in the Central Cathedral recently, studying the direction of the era, and they have no time Pay attention to the little things.

"Then what do our reinforcements say? We've spent enough time here, no matter what, we should send some more powerful helpers. I feel that the people above don't pay enough attention to it." Casalia vaguely felt that this This unfolding seems to have happened not so long ago.

That's right, waiting for the deployment of the reinforcements, she felt dizzy when she thought of waiting for a Tennyson last time.

Ava told Casharia the good news about the reinforcements: "Actually, someone took on the support task the day before yesterday. It was Lace's mother, Mrs. Huisa Lance, who was the fourth-order peak of the Lance family. She just returned from a study tour and took a boat, so she can meet us directly as soon as she arrives at the port and find the rats hiding around the port."