The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"It's so, so rude! How dare you treat me?"

Zheng!

The Templar knight's long sword was unsheathed directly and stuck to the man's bloodless cheek. The boy asked again indifferently: "Where did you get this book?"

"Witch!"

Finally realizing that his clumsy tricks could not deceive the knight in front of him, the man lay down decisively on the ground, abandoning all his dignity, tearing and sticking his head on the cold ground, begging for forgiveness.

There was almost no need for the boy to do anything. As long as his funny disguise was exposed, the man's weakness was fully exposed.

The man trembled and said, "I got this book from the witch in the city."

"A witch?" The young man raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "How did you know about the existence of witches?"

"Yes, I heard it from a few homeless men at the next table when I was drinking in a tavern," the man recalled the scene at that time: "They said that in the old inn at the end of the alley, a man with the power to grant wishes came. The witch."

"Then you went?" the young man continued to ask.

"Yes, yes, I was penniless at the time and needed a job very much." The man answered honestly.

"Interesting, you don't have a penny on you, why would that witch agree to help you?" the young man asked with interest.

"You're right, that witch seems to know that I'm coming, and has prepared the conditions for me in advance," the man looked up at the young man in horror, and said, "As long as I agree to come and play for Earl Scarlet , that’s her condition.”

"Oh?" The young man was slightly surprised.

I thought it was a coincidence, but I didn't expect that it was planned early in the morning.

I'm afraid that witch had doubts about Scarlet's bloodline early in the morning, so she specially took advantage of the bishop's search for a tutor for Scarlet to release news to attract this man to test Scarlet's details.

Having roughly guessed what the witch was thinking, the boy snapped his fingers. The man felt sleepy coming over him, and soon he lay on the ground and snored.

"Well, Mr. Draga, what should we do?" Gloria, the maid who had witnessed some, didn't seem to show any resistance to the boy's actions, but was surprised by the endless means of the other party.

"Put him in the basement first." After thinking, the young man made this decision.

"Okay." Gloria said with a grimace, as if she was struggling with how to drag this big man into the basement with her small body.

"Ah, wait." The young man suddenly turned around again, his eyes fell on Gloria, and he remained silent for a long time.

"What, what's wrong?" Perhaps the young man's intention of looking at him was too obvious, and Gloria seemed a little at a loss.

The boy's eyes paused for a moment on Gloria's golden hair, and then he reached out and stroked her long hair.

"Mr. Draga?!" Gloria shrank back like a rabbit.

Feeling the smooth touch from his fingertips, the boy said, "Your hair seems to be in good condition, and the color is very pure."

"Hey," the praised Gloria immediately forgot the embarrassment just now, and said with a proud chest; "The nun said before that the nobles would be envious of their hair when they saw it." , I am the life of the young lady's body servant."

"I have no objection to that." The boy showed a meaningful smile, and reached out to remove the maid's hairpin from Gloria's head.

The baron's credit was still there, and within a few days the Grand Duke sent someone to send a considerable amount of wealth, but at the same time as they arrived, there was also a mission from the church.

And what is surprising is that the scale of their dispatch is terrifying. Not counting the accompanying servants, the number of people who can fight is about 70 or so.

Most of them are powerful existences in the church who are responsible for hunting heresy. They wear formidable black armor, and they are more like legendary black knights than servants of God.

"Scarlet, I have been ordered to bring greetings from His Excellency the Pope."

After the leading knight knocked on the gate of the castle, he only said this sentence, his eyes hidden under the iron helmet were full of chill and indifference.

Watched by these eyes, the young man was neither humble nor overbearing, he raised his face and showed a smile: "I'm very honored."

The outside of the castle was guarded by forty knights, and there were more than twenty knights staying in the hall. The leading knight followed the boy to the study with only two entourages.

This mobilization seems to have determined that Scarlet's collusion with the devil did not arouse the teenager's worries.

He was naturally doing the work of a butler, entertaining these knights.

Under the helmet of the leader knight is a face serious enough to scare a child into tears. Although there is no scar, it is obvious that he can feel the perseverance of a soldier who has experienced many battles.

"The Pope is very sad after hearing Scarlett's tragedy. The devil is our common enemy. I hope you can understand our offense." The knight's deep voice was like a hammer of judgment, hanging over the boy's head, ready at any time fall.

"I totally understand."

The boy was not overwhelmed by the opponent's power, and calmly told the knight the story he had already prepared.

After listening, the knight just nodded slightly, and then asked, "Have you found anything about the reason for the appearance of demons?"

"not at all."

"I heard that before the demon attacked the castle, the previous Earl of Scarlet seemed to have recalled all the knights in the territory. Why is this?"

"About this, I'm afraid." The young man put away his smile and gave the knight a look of rejection.

"Can I meet Count Scarlet?" The knight took a step forward, not giving the young man any room to reply. He looked directly at the door behind him. The aura he felt from then on made him very concerned.

"Sorry, the eldest lady doesn't want to see anyone." The young man put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and stood in front of the knight.

"." The knight did not speak, but the two followers behind him had already drawn their swords.

His condescending gaze oppressed the young man with terrifying authority. The momentum of the two collided in the silent air, and the battle was about to break out.

"Please step aside." The knight also put his hand on the sword at his waist and issued an ultimatum to the young man.

"I can't do it." The boy's answer was firm.

clang!

Almost as soon as the young man finished speaking, the knight's sword was unsheathed like lightning, knocking the young man's sword away. At the same time, the follower behind him quickly pressed his sword against the young man's neck.

After bypassing the captured boy, the knight pushed open the door behind him.

"Huh?!" came the girl's terrified voice.

"Miss!" The young man wanted to struggle, but was unable to escape the oppression of the two knights.

Staring coldly at the blonde Miss Scarlet in front of him, the knight bent his knees after being silent for a few seconds: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"Who are you!" Miss Scarlet looked horrified, her little body shrank on the chair, and she was very resistant to talking to the knight.

"."

The knight did not speak, but reached out and took the book from the arms of the frightened Count Scarlet, then bowed and exited the room. After closing the door, he asked the young man: "Your Excellency Draga, about this book , do you know anything?"