"I'm not a saint..." Ji defended quietly. Although it was a defense, there was no credibility in both voice and other aspects.

"Haha, no matter whether you are the so-called saint or not, it is true that you helped me, Kiaran, minimize the losses of the soldiers." Mr. Hausen said seriously: "I really thank you. Thank you for not being sad and being able to reunite with your family."

"It's really nothing." The girl blushed with discomfort. Although she had just adapted to the identity of the Reincarnation Master, she had not adapted to such a grand thank you.

After all, every girl has a dream of a princess and aristocratic dream, but unfortunately she doesn’t have a dream of a hero…except for tomboys.

"Well, Mr. Hausen." Ling Yan scratched his head and interrupted the atmosphere, and said directly again: "You come to us, it shouldn't be as simple as just greetings, right?"

"Of course," Hausen said directly: "Of course, I hope you can help you."

"What's the matter? Tell me."

"Do you know the legend of the Dead Swordsman?" Hausen asked in a heavy voice.

"The Dead Soul... Swordsman...!" Ling Yan's eyes twitched violently. Why did such a strange thing appear here? Is there such a thing in the original plot of the Fire Emblem?! Ling Yan can't remember it at all!?

"Dead Swordsman?! Does that really exist?" Hector asked in a deep voice as if he had heard something terrible.

"Yes, he really exists." Hausen nodded, his face a little gloomy: "And it has always been a big trouble for us..."

"So, what exactly are you talking about?" Ling Yan looked at Hector, who was usually very good at reading, brave and reckless, and asked in confusion: "Is it a very strong thing?"

"I don't even know this. Are you a Lisian?" Hector asked back directly. After asking, he realized that he had asked a very stupid question.

"When did I say I am a Liscian?" Ling Yan asked back directly, then looked at Hausen and said, "Your Majesty, let's continue talking, what is it, that Dead Swordsman?"

"This is a story from a long time ago, it was the story my grandfather told me to pass on..." As he said that, Hausen fell into a memory, "That happened during the Human Dragon War."

"The Dead Swordsman Jero, a legendary swordsman, had fought with our ancestor Roland, holding a golden weapon that broke like a long sword. He was brave and good at fighting, killing countless enemies. However, in the end he was tired of killing. During a hunting, he let a girl from the dragon clan and fell in love with her, separated from the country and the army and began a seclusion life."

"Later, they were discovered by the sect. Jero was found to have dragon blood. They were hanged in the Temple of Elimino. The dragon girl, as his wife, was cruelly dismembered. After dismembering her wife's body, the bishop wanted to kill him. Unexpectedly, Jero's body was resurrected, and he used the dead body to kill the bishop with that weapon, and left the temple with his wife's body..."

"From then on, Kiaran has a legend of a deceased swordsman. Many of the residents of Kiaran have seen the wandering figure of a deceased swordsman, and every time his figure appears, a bishop will die."

"Is it just that?" Ling Yan stared at the old man Hausen and asked, "Those so-called bishops are not clean either, are they?"

"That's right." Hausen nodded, "The dead bishop almost all has some dirty deeds."

"Well, I'll take this task." Ling Yan thought for a while and said, and directly set the sharing mode of information: "Side mission: Explore the location of the Dead Swordsman, the number of people in the mission: two people, the mission success: reward a C-level plot card, 2,000 points"

"So do I have any reward?" Ling Yan asked again.

"Three conditions, you can say whatever you can within my ability." Old Mr. Hausen nodded.

"Okay, that's it." Ling Yan nodded and asked, "So, can we go back and rest?"

"No, there are banquets and rooms specially prepared for you today." Old Mr. Hausen smiled gently: "It is a entrusted person, and you must thank him or give it."

"Then I'll be working..." Ling Yan looked at the smile of Mr. Hausen, and always felt something was wrong...

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Although it was a noble banquet, Ling Yan still hung his eyes and expressed his desire to eat what Ling Meng made...

It’s not that his stomach bag was raised by Ling Meng, but that the amount of these foods was too small!!!

——What are these fancy things? Can you really have a full stomach?

First of all, all the pre-dinner desserts, that is, cakes and other things. For men like Ling Yan and others, no matter how exquisite this kind of thing is, it can only be used as a snack, not a staple food!

Although Lingmeng and the others like to eat this kind of thing very much...

Then I finally waited for the meat, a whole roast chicken, and steak and other food, but it disappeared before the girls could reach out to pick up the tableware.

"I'll go! You mage, don't compete with me for meat and eat it! I wonder if my Beidou God Fist is the most physically consuming!? Give me a blue bottle!"

"Damn it! You can go back to the blue by meditation just like in fantasy and brain-dead novels? You can take magic as boiled water! Are you very good at blue bottles??"

"Looking! I'm already very upset when I look at those inexplicable desserts! Don't force me to do it! This steak is mine!"

"Let that steak go! Let me do it!"

"Damn it! Ye Feng! You are the one who is in a yin! You don't have the ultimate move! Don't force me to use Rock Mountain to cut it out! This piece of meat is mine!"

"Is it still ten years in the morning to do divination in front of me? I'll hold it!"

"Yellow-haired! You even snatch the boss's things! You don't want to live anymore!"

"When I fill my stomach, I will recognize you as the boss!"

Just like a bunch of naughty kids who have not eaten for hundreds of years, a few light-flavored roast chicken and beef were scrambled by several male reincarnation scholars present.

"...Is they usually like this?" Angelica asked to the girls sitting on her side.

"Well, after all, they all work by physical strength." Ling Meng looked habitual and asked the waiter specially sent by Hausen to pour some mixed juices over. It was made from several famous sweet fruits of Kiaran, which was well received by local residents.

"By the way, have you thought about the team formation?" Angelica ignored the noisy boys and went straight to the point and asked. Thinking of the guy's strength, she had to ask anxiously.

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Ahh, I was very happy that two bubbles popped up suddenly. I said I had to re-address the ghost and magic boy... Then I looked at the psychic king...

It's all the former ghosts, so the gap between them is so big, one is like Ergouzi's life, and the other is a five-pointed star without lines...

Ahh, although they have been manipulated by women, Shikigami seems to be a god? Should I let the Tokyo Dark Crow make a ghost version of Shikigami contract like a Tokyo Dark Crow?

Moreover, the comics of the ghost and god boy are purely selling meat, right? [Looking at the sky]

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