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Even though Onion had never exerted its true power from his hands, the "Storm Traffic" who had never exerted his true power, Solar had learned from Gwenderlin, who was killed by Leeds that the Gwen he was looking for had awakened, the rhythm of action he had developed in recent years still calmed down their impatientness. No matter how dangerous the battle during the day was, they would follow Leeds to return to the suburb chapel on time to rest at night.

There are girls with gentle personalities, although all of them are Leeds alone; there are cooked food, although a chef specializes in burning corpses, and a chef specializes in hunting monsters before his memory loss; there are spotless cabins, although the truly useful furniture is taken out by Leeds.

Here, they can rest on the best conditions and welcome tomorrow's battle.

"In order to increase the difficulty of the battle, I decided to stitch death flags for everyone." Of course, sometimes such troublesome conversations will occur. Most of the time, the so-called "dinner" is about chatting with each other.

Leeds took the lead in looking at the Onion Knight Jack Bardo, "Onion, after fulfilling the family's mission and knocking down the giant king Yum, how do you plan to spend the rest of your life?"

"Well... Jin Jialong has made enough money, and he has moved his new family, so he doesn't need to train his daughter to inherit his ancestral property... It's really troublesome... I can't do anything other than fighting monsters..." Onion Knight tilted his head and said with a frown.

Leeds asked again: "Don't you have anything you like to do?"

"I like to travel in the Muggle world!" Lost in the Muggle world repeatedly did not affect the Onion Knight's evaluation of the Muggle world. This was related to whether he was not a wizard and did not have the arrogance of the wizards in his heart. "...but, this cannot be counted."

"Why can't you? You can be a traveler." Leeds said strangely.

"Traveler...oh! Is there such a profession?...Leeds, you are so smart, okay, I will be a traveler in the future! Ah hahaha~" Onion let out a hearty and stupid laugh.

After successfully stating a death flag to one companion, Leeds looked at another companion, "Soral, where are you?"

Solar said without any confusion: "I want to turn myself into a sun-like man!"

"I think you are now a man of the sun," Leeds said with his fingers, "Sincere, reliable, friendly, and helpful. Your light has shined on me, so that a scheming bitch like me will not be wary of you at all."

"Thank you for your praise, but I'm still far from it." Solar shook his head humbly.

"Is that right..." Leeds thought for a while and suddenly said, "I said, after fighting with Onstein, Smoke and Gwyndling, do you really think Gwyn is what you once fantasized about?"

"...The Sun King must be that kind of person!" Solar paused for a few seconds before saying this.

"...Okay," Leeds shrugged, not trying to change other people's beliefs, but said, "But what I promised the Firefighter is to 'destroy all the ancient kings that would threaten the world of wizards'. If Gwyn intends... no matter which side you choose to stand on, don't blame me in the end."

Solar laughed and said, "Hahaha~ I'll tell you this kind of thing openly, Leeds, you are also a man like the sun~"

"Let me spare this..."

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There were three strong men in front, and now there were four wastes following; there were magic brooms to ensure movement, and now your legs were broken; there was a stable and safe suburban church resting, and now you can only find a room to spend the night on the road; there was a beautiful sister Maria and a fireproof sister accompanying her, but now there was only Hermione who didn't like her, and there was a very high-level dish from Miss Sakiya, and now she could only cook the food found on the road by herself; there was a cheerful Jack Bardo and Solar that drove the atmosphere, and now all the staff seemed to be going to the grave to worship their ancestors - Malfoy would never have thought of that day when he missed Yanan's life.

"For a moment, I thought I was drinking potions, not broth." Malfoy put down the soup bowl and gave Hermione his considerable comment.

"The ingredients are not fresh, I can't find the seasonings, and I don't have a serious cooking table. It would be great to be able to do this!" Hermione's Potions class is OK, but it's hard to say whether it's tied to the cooking ability...

"...I hope I won't have diarrhea. I won't force my fight if I'm not feeling well." Young Master Malfoy shook his head and picked up the deadly hard jerky meat to chew. After all, after spending a few years with Leeds in Yanan, it is inevitable to complain, but it did not affect his appetite. These are the energy of his fighting.

"Don't worry, I use the most ordinary ingredients, absolutely no problem!" Hermione responded dryly.

She still hates Malfoy's routine of stopping the battle. She always believes that there must be discrete wizards outside waiting for their rescue. Malfoy's stop for a day may die... Of course, Malfoy never thought of trying to please the two followers around Harry Potter.

The atmosphere suddenly became colder again, and even Mr. Cedric was not in the mood to say anything at such a moment.

but,

"That, Malfoy?" Surprisingly, Neville would actually talk to Malfoy tonight.

"Ah?" Malfoy looked over and his attitude was not very good.

"I, I want to know how you have mastered this skill..." Neville mustered up the courage.

Malfoy looked over coldly: "You want to practice too?"

Neville shrank his neck, but immediately focused again and said, "...well!"

"Hmph... I was 12 years old that year and was locked outside the door by Professor Leeds. I asked me to seduce two werewolfs back, stuck in a small door, and beat them to death with my cane." Malfoy, who still didn't know that Leeds had been protecting him, closed his eyes and looked back at his sadness, "...I still remember that at that time, in order to run faster for a few seconds, I jumped directly from the stairs and almost broke my foot."

"Ah!" Not only Neville, but also the other three people in the room exclaimed.

"I know how you evaluate me behind the scenes. That's the truth~ No matter who it is, under the training of the professor, taking the elixir from the professor's gourd and wearing the armor provided by the professor, you can become very strong," Malfoy deliberately paused here for three seconds, "...if he could still survive."

"...Life." If you can't even survive the training process, why can't you become stronger?

"I am not as idle as a professor, and I specially train a person I don't know." The original bottle can replace Leeds' Ba Gate Dingxing, the fireproof woman can replace the purple gold gourd, and the armor can be tried to find the creative Weasley brothers to make. In theory, Malfoy can also cultivate others, but what is lacking is motivation.

"..." Neville lowered his head, and Malfoy said this. He felt disappointed, but it was also a relief.

After Malfoy finished eating, he stood up and said, "...The old rules, I'll go take a shower and sleep, and you take turns to watch."
Chapter completed!