The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Under the witch's extremely explicit contemptuous gaze, the boy finally couldn't withstand the pressure and honestly revealed his true nature.

"It doesn't matter what the name is. Anyway, don't doubt me. After all, I was summoned by Remilia. As a familiar, just think of me as your familiar."

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After repeatedly confirming the boy's identity to Remilia, Patchouli finally agreed with him, although the name issue was still extremely bad.

"I have never seen a human being summoned as a familiar." Although she agreed, Patchouli was still full of doubts, mainly due to the teenager.

"Special case, special case," the young man responded with a smile: "Devils can fuse the blood of vampires, and there is nothing unusual about a mere human familiar."

"Devil"

She really wanted to say something, but Patchouli's expression suddenly changed, as if she sensed something, she stuck her head out from the car door and looked at the empty forest road behind her.

"What's wrong?" The young man asked doubtfully. Although he felt it this time, it was in the wrong direction.

"The people from the church have discovered my traces," Patchouli said solemnly: "It must be the blood stains I left, and they used divination magic. What should I do?"

"Even if the church wants to catch up, according to our speed, we won't be caught up in a short time."

The boy, who knew almost nothing about magic other than combat, scratched his head and asked, "Is divination troublesome? Shouldn't it be possible to synchronize your position all the time?"

"No, at most they can only determine my approximate location, and based on efficiency, they can perform divination at most twice a day."

Patchouli looked a little panicked: "But this is enough. The first positioning can confirm Scarlet's suspicion. They will definitely catch up with us next."

It was only a matter of time before the heavily armed knights and the carriages towing their families caught up with them.

What's worse is that the personnel dispatched by the church this time are extraordinary. Although Patchouli escaped in the previous confrontation, the competition in combat power was almost overwhelming.

"Heresy hunter," Patchouli said the name tremblingly: "a special knight specially trained in the church for existences like us."

"What a good name for the second grader." The young man vomited and said nonchalantly: "How can you still carry a cross to attack us? Besides, it doesn't matter if you really carry a cross, that thing is of no use to demons."

The young man who knew Remilia's background was not worried about the knights of the church. On the contrary, these unexpected troubles on the road were a real waste of energy.

Call——

The young man tightened the horse's rope, and the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down. The confused Patchouli was forced back into the carriage by the young man.

He jumped off the carriage alone, looked at the dozen or so people rustling around him, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Sure enough, according to the normal routine, the miscellaneous fish who come to level up at this time should also appear. It's just a pity that in the second week, there will be no point in your appearance."

Muttering something to himself that no one could understand, the boy drew his sword and got on without saying a word.

The bandits blocking the road on the opposite side showed no mercy. They omitted their lines and didn't even have to scream when they were shot away.

With the young man's physical fitness, he could even withstand the impact of a catapult by wielding the scabbard, so it was naturally impossible for these top-notch bandits to stop him.

So, after a wave of waves, the sword in the young man's hand was broken by a fist and the scabbard before he could pull it out.

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It's a pity that this Templar sword was broken after changing hands several times without even encountering a serious opponent.

Throwing away the broken sword, shaking his hands that were numb from the shock, the young man looked at the opponent in front of him.

She is almost the same body as Gloria, dressed in gray linen clothes, without weapons, and the power contained in her fists is surprisingly powerful, but the most eye-catching thing is the red hair that is like burning flames.

This face seems to have been seen somewhere.

"Kid, aren't you a girl?" Although the other person now looked like a tomboy, the boy could tell from that familiar face that this child definitely had a bright future.

"That's amazing, uncle. Didn't you feel okay just now?" He wasn't deliberately mocking him, the tomboy was really surprised at the young man's calmness.

And her pronunciation, which seemed to be burning her tongue, allowed the young man to confirm the identity of the other party.

"Hey, you should at least call me big brother, you monster." After revealing the other party's identity, the young man unexpectedly received a surprised look from the other party.

"You actually know that I am a monster? And your appearance, uncle, are you from there too?" The tomboy's face showed a touch of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"So, I have to call you big brother."

Pressing his forehead speechlessly, the young man glanced at the frightened bandits around him, put these details aside for the moment, and talked about business: "I said, why don't you come with us, you are a monster among humans, It’s not convenient either.”

"Huh? Do you mean you want me to let you go?" the tomboy asked with a natural look on his face.

"." Is this kid so incapable of talking?

The boy was choked and didn't speak, but the tomboy scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, after all, it was these uncles in the forest who took me in. I will never forget the kindness of a meal. If you are willing to keep the money, uncle, I can guarantee that you will They can all leave safely.”

"Oh?" Wow, I'm a little angry, being looked down upon like this.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, but -" there was a hint of displeasure in the young man's smile, and he squinted his eyes and spat out three words: "I refuse."

"That's really a pity. It's hard to meet someone of the same kind, but uncle, your anger seems to be more like that of a human being."

The tomboy sighed, tossed his long hair back, and rushed towards the boy like a shooting star, leaving a red path of light in the sky.

It is not difficult to imagine that in this continent, she will definitely win the title of a red-haired devil in the future.

"drink!"

With one step, the ground was filled with dense cracks. The tomboy turned his fist into a palm, and the demonic energy turned into the shape of a dragon and hovered around his arm. With one strike, there was even a deafening roar of the dragon.

When the young man was stunned, he did not forget to punch him. When the fists and palms met, the terrifying force caused his face to change instantly. He felt like the bones in his right hand had become several joints like firecrackers.

After quickly taking a few steps back, the young man glanced at his right hand, which was twisted irregularly like a rag in surprise, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Damn it, why does it feel like this guy is stronger now than he was five hundred years ago?