The morning sun shines through the clouds that are not thick and lands on this prosperous city. Coupled with the fog that has not yet dissipated in the early morning, it makes it hazy as if it is a fairyland - and this is not the beauty that lazy people who can sleep in like Rorona, or even get up and have breakfast before they get back to sleep.

I'm afraid for Rorona, such an ordinary beauty is indeed like a rare beauty in a fairyland! Therefore, what we want to tell here is not her story...

"Good morning, Stuka." Such a light greeting sounded from the early morning, as if it were an ordinary greeting between two familiar friends. But unexpectedly, the sound here is not a good place to say hello, and it is not a place where people often appear.

"Actually, I came back here yesterday, but when I came back, I encountered something, so the time to see you was postponed to today, don't you mind?" The voice continued, and according to the line, it was vaguely able to tell that it was a teenager.

But what is even more surprising is that the guy who spoke didn't seem to have any chance to give the other party a chance to take the words, so he continued to say it without interruption: "It's true, you obviously like cleanliness so much before, so you must be very unhappy here all the time, right?"

What appeared here for a moment was not a conversation with each other, but a voice of talking to oneself. And if someone appeared here, he would probably be even more surprised, because the person who was the person who was talking to was not a human, or even a creature at all - but an ordinary tombstone with the name of the deceased...

Yes, this is a cemetery behind the monastery in the city. The morning mist drifts here, and it also wets the dust on the tombstone, making it dirty. However, the next moment, one hand gently wipes away the dust on the tombstone with a tissue - the young man with blue hair who talks to himself to the tombstone.

"I really didn't expect that I would have a day to clean and clean it up for you... But that's not possible. After all, you can no longer move now, right?" After gently wiping the tombstone, the young man gently threw the tissue into the wastebasket aside.

But obviously his words would not stop because of his actions, so he continued to talk: "Speaking of all, I met someone when I came back, a criminal with a reward of 300 million yuan, which is rare, right? But you definitely can't imagine what kind of person he was..."

"Even when I recognized that guy, I was shocked. If I hadn't recognized the strange sword behind that guy, that person with such a high reward was just a little girl who looked over teenage." He said endlessly, as if he, as a living, and the tombstone in front of him, had never finished talking about even a word.

"As you said, I was a financial fan. In the end, I couldn't help but follow me, but I didn't expect that I was soon discovered by that guy. It should be said that the person who offered a reward of 300 million could not be an ordinary person, and he could not judge people by his appearance? The battle between me and the other party seemed to be unsuspecting..."

"But don't worry, although as an assassin, although the ability to fight head-on is not a strong point, I still have many ways to escape. Apart from the minor injuries caused by the recoil force in the battle, there is nothing serious about it." He said quietly alone, then placed his hand on the tombstone in front of him, as if he was stroking the other party's head to comfort him.

"Don't worry, I will fulfill your wish for you. The boss who entrusted me to assassinate a great swordsman before was very happy for me. Even the commission was paid a lot more. I left all the money here except for some of it." He said quietly, and then, regardless of whether the ground of this little-cleaned cemetery was not clean, he sat down directly.

Such casual movements seemed to be taken for granted, and then continued: "In this way, as you said, many people like you will avoid appearing, right? But they actually used the money they obtained from deprived lives to save other people's lives... I have to say that it is still very ironic."

"But there is nothing you can do, you know, I am a person who can't even clean my own room. I have no advantages except how to fight." He said lightly, but it seemed that he was talking about the topic he was not very happy about, and his voice was a little low for a moment.

But then I remembered something and raised my head with my eyes lit up: "By the way, this is for you."

Then he took out a large bouquet of roses from his luggage bag and said embarrassedly: "Although the owner of the flower shop asked, I said I bought it for the girl, but he seemed to have made something wrong..."

"But it probably doesn't matter? I know you won't mind." Then he squatted down and placed this large bunch of roses stained with dew in front of the root of the tombstone, but the roses in front of the tomb seemed completely out of place in this desolate and sad cemetery.

After putting down the bouquet, the blue-haired man continued to say: "However, in fact, in addition to visiting you, I have some business reasons... You won't blame me, right? I received the commission about three days ago. This time my goal is a swordsman who happened to pass by here who is good at using double swords."

"Probably there is no suspense in the head-on confrontation, right? But don't worry, the information given to me by the employer this time is very complete, and the chances of success of the assassination are about 70%. In addition, the employer will try his best to cooperate with me, so it is almost certain." He said quietly, as if he was telling the other party who had been buried underground for special reasons and could not leave with him.

"Speaking of this, when I passed by the street we lived in yesterday, I found that it had been rebuilt and a new cake shop was opened. I think you will be very happy in the future..." He murmured, although it was all trivial things, it seemed as if he wanted to take the opportunity to tell everything in his head to the other party under the grave.

A weapon with a strange shape that looked like a short gun was placed aside by him. It seemed that for him, this weapon that was famous and even had many times entrusted his life was not as good as the bouquet of flowers he had just bought for the other party under the grave. At this time, he was not a calm assassin, but an ordinary person to visit his old friend.

"By the way, when I escaped, I met a strange person and handed me a necklace with a red crystal, saying that I can use it..." As if I had endless things to say to the other party, the blue-haired man raised another topic again, but when he was about to say something again, he was interrupted by a voice coming from the side...

The person who came was a young blonde nun holding a broom in his hand, who seemed to be responsible for cleaning the cemetery.

"So Stuka, let's be here today, I'll see you again." The blue-haired man murmured, hurriedly pulled down the hood on his cloak, then brought a weird mask on his face, picked up Gracisa who was put aside, stood up, turned around and nodded to the nun who was walking over.

It seemed that both sides knew each other, and the nun opposite him nodded in response, and then the figure of the blue-haired man who had completely hidden his appearance disappeared into the cemetery... Only the young nun responsible for cleaning was left.

"Although he is a bloody executioner, he is a good person." Suddenly, after the other party's figure completely disappeared, the nun said this.

"Right? Stuka...sister?" said, smiling and turned his head, looking at the tombstone beside him with a large bouquet of untimely roses in front of him.

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The sun, which had just exposed the horizon, finally hung in the center of the sky after a while, which also heralds the end of the work in the first half of the day and enters the lunch stage - indeed, the citizens who have finished their work can be considered lunch, but it is a completely different definition for a guy.

Yes, for her, this lush lunch also has a general definition of breakfast.

Therefore, on the first floor of this hotel, an unimaginable scene appeared - a girl about 145 years old had already sat at a table early and was having a special meal in front of a sumptuous lunch. It seemed that not only breakfast, but also had to supply her with the share of the midnight snack last night.

She didn't care about the guests coming and going nearby. She probably couldn't tolerate anything except the extra large portion of curry in front of her. She was undoubtedly a foodie who didn't say a word... and there was another lunch in front of her. Perhaps generally speaking, she thought she was calling for a friend who hadn't arrived yet.

But for some reason, everyone who passes by this table doesn’t think this is the case - this foodie needs to eat double portions, it must be like this!

However, it seems that because it was a little early at this time, the store seemed a little deserted. It can be said that only Rorona, the foodie sitting by the window, was standing at the counter and wiping a cup back and forth.

The cup was obviously very clean, but he was still wiping it, as if telling him that he was not lazy.

"Speaking of it, it's July again without realizing it." But then, the bartender who seemed to be running a break in the silence of the store, and immediately sighed: "There will be more people next, and it will be busier. Although it's a good thing to do in good business, it's true that it's not too hot to move."

Indeed, the store revenue has nothing to do with him who is not the boss here...

"Hmm? What's going to happen next?" This topic immediately aroused the curiosity of an adventurer next to him who looked like Rorona who was staying here, and he asked.

However, the answer to him was a local citizen who had just entered the door: "Oh? Don't you know? Speaking of this, it's a martial arts festival once a year... The bonus is more than one million gold coins! It is said that there will be a mysterious guest in this year's martial arts festival! If you win, you can get a chance to shake hands or even fight!"

"Eh? Mysterious guest? Yousheng can only shake hands with him. Could it be the bishop of the Holy See or something?" The adventurer showed a surprised expression, but not just surprised. He subconsciously pinched the hilt of the sword around his waist, looking a little shaking.

"Who knows, it won't be a little guy anyway, and even with this million bonus, it's enough to keep us busy next!" The bartender wiped the cup in his hand, put it aside, leaned on the counter with his chin in one hand, and said lazily.

"Well, that's right! But there's nothing we have to do next. If you want to win, you must at least have the ability to be a magician, right? So we ordinary people can only watch." The citizen who just sat down also nodded, but after seeing the outside adventurer shaking his expression, he shook his head with a strange expression.

"But it's a good thing that business will get better." The bartender said with a plain expression - indeed, for those who have lived here for decades, this kind of event that will be once a year is not novel, and it has even reached a point of numbness. As the citizen said before, those bonuses are not a good match for them anyway.

But this is different for other people. Other adventurers here couldn't help but look forward to it. However, the most exciting thing was that some foodie was eating at the table in the corner of the wall. Even after hearing a few words, she immediately stopped the foodie's movements, and even a rice grain stuck to the corner of her mouth was unconscious.

"Hey, Lei Wanting! It's one million..." Instead, he was excited and said in the uninhabited area, as if he was talking. Then he couldn't help but pause, frowned, as if he was suddenly worried: "What do you think I'd buy if I got a million bonus? I can buy several houses just by buying food!"

"Ha? Why are you so interested when you talk about money? You guy is so foolish. If you reveal your identity in the battle, it would be a question of whether you can get that million." The strange long sword that was placed at the dining table made such a troublesome sound.

However, the speaker obviously didn't care. She waved her hand casually. She patted her completely undeveloped chest with a confident look on her face and said, "Saturday, I can just find an ordinary big sword and then fight with a mask. Since it's just this kind of game, then probably no one has the ability to shoot down the mask on my face, right?"

"Well, although I said that, I always feel something is wrong? I seemed to have seen some rumors about this thing before..." Since she said that, the magic sword had no objection, and said ah, "I can't remember it, forget it, just do what you think! Don't bother me."

At this time, the camera was far away, and neither the girl nor the other people in the store were looking forward to it. There was a gorgeous poster beside the wall not far from the hotel - a scene where several girls in cute outerwear were fighting each other with big swords or shield staff.

Rather than saying that it is the passion of fighting...it is better to say that it is the cute visual feeling stronger?

And a few conspicuous big words like "Magic Girl Martial Fighting Festival" were written on the poster - it turns out that only half of the name was said, and some people misunderstood something.

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At this time, it was in a hidden cave located far away from the city...

"Oh? You guy killed Sta and have the face to come to me? Do you think I won't kill you? Or do you think I can't kill you?" asked a knight who was unable to see his face because of the dim light, but undoubtedly had long purple hair and black armor.

In the eyes of the knight sitting in the center, there was a man with messy black hair and leather armor...

"Haha, don't say that you are a good person who will avenge your partner. What you care about is not that I killed Sta, but that you killed your 'last collaborator'?" Looking at the majestic black knight in front of you, Leco suddenly smiled and said as if he corrected something.

"..." Hearing this, the purple-haired knight couldn't help but frown.

"Fris and Baissus have rebelled, Camilla was killed by the necromancer, and even Udir has been killed in battle. In the end, Sta was killed by me when he stopped me from launching the organization, and even you... were destroyed by an unexpected guy." But obviously Leco on the opposite side did not finish his words. He said with an interesting smile, but he paused here.

Then he continued with a strange smile: "In other words, you have nothing now, am I right? The first knight of the past - Lord Lancelot."

However, when he heard this, the purple-haired knight named Lancelot suddenly stretched out and frowned. Of course, it was not the other party's rudeness, but no longer intending to tolerate the other party. He slowly stood up from the huge seat: "Although I am also a traitor, the one I hate the most is also a traitor..."

"Since you are here, you don't have to go back." Then what appeared in his hand was a pitch-black holy sword, but there was no sign of attack at all. A pitch-black airflow had already swung out from the strange sword like a black pillar of light, swallowing the position where Leco was standing.

Fortunately, no matter how you say it, Leco barely avoided it, looking at the other party's cold face, couldn't help but say, "Enough, I'm not here to find you as a betrayer, but as a collaborator! What? Do you want to kill the last person who works for you? Just as before..."

This is one of the few guys who can make Leco afraid - because this guy is very strong, and the most powerful thing about the polluted Lake Sword is the curse, but it is hard to say whether that curse is really effective for him! After all, it is the "first knight" who fell with that sword!

Moreover, it is not realistic to rely on force to kill this body that is no longer human. It is not because this guy was the initiator of the Liberation Sky Dragon Plan that he became their leader! He relies on his strength that is absolutely superior to everyone!

Listening to Leco's words, Lancelot couldn't help but frown. He was indeed a little puzzled by the fact that this guy still took the initiative to contact him even though he knew it was extremely dangerous.

"I don't think I have any room for cooperation with you. As for the little guy who ruined my plan, I will naturally go to find her." He said lightly, but despite saying that, he still stopped attacking.

"Don't worry, you will be interested." Seeing this guy finally moved, Leco breathed a sigh of relief - so he said that if he could, he would definitely not want to face this guy again!

Fortunately, it seems that as Luen said, this guy's plan was indeed at a loss after it was destroyed.

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Chapter completed!