Diablo Destruction

"I'm sorry, because of my willfulness, I have put you in a difficult situation."

In another space, Arturia stood up and neatly performed a knight's salute to Akara and Quasi-Four-Winged Angel Caial.

Just now, when the Two-Winged Angel referee Ericl was having trouble making a decision, Akara and Caial, the organizers of this martial arts competition, originally wanted to come forward, but were blocked by Artoria.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. This is King Alto's power."

The cunning Akela seemed to have expected Artoria to do this, and there was no expression of surprise on her kind face.

"Gaial's serious and holy face also showed a slight smile. He has lived for thousands of years, and his shrewdness is probably not inferior to Akala.

"What does King Alto think of our Wu's final decision?"

After a few chuckles to relax the apologetic expression on Artoria's face, Akara then asked, Artoria's purpose of doing this was so obvious, how could Akara not see it.

"To be honest, I am a little surprised." Arturia closed her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on her beautiful and majestic face.

"Before coming, I was worried that he was too ambitious and could not know the recognition of other elves. As you all know, we elves have always disliked people with ambitions, but now it seems that I should be worried that he is too ambitious. So ambitious.”

Arturia's straightforward statement made Akara and Caial laugh again.

After a pause, she opened her eyes, her noble and majestic green pupils showing a serious expression.

"That said, I don't hate him at all..."

When she said this, Artoria looked solemn, and the figure that seemed to be in another time and space suddenly became taller and taller, as if wearing armor and holding a sharp sword, sitting on a throne above a thousand huge steps. , the momentum is so huge that people can't breathe, just like the king of kings who can only look up.

"Qiang——"

The crisp sound of drawing a sword resounded throughout the space, and even Caial's ubiquitous holy aura seemed to shrink a bit under this sound. Caial's eyes narrowed slightly, and the motherland fell to Artori. On top of the golden sword that Ya pulled out.

Hold the sword in your right hand, hold the sword butt in your left palm, and hold the sword tip upward toward your chest. This is the most formal oath of knighthood unique to the elves.

"I, Queen of the Elf Tribe Artoria, hereby decide that in the war against the forces of hell, if Druid Wu Fan can always be the sharp sword that cuts off the forces of hell, then I, Artoria, represent the entire The elves swear to become his strongest shield."

After finishing speaking, Artoria raised the sword high above her head, and the void slid straight down, giving people a sense of determination that she would never return, and finally put the sword back into its sheath.

"Are you satisfied with this answer?" Arturia asked, gently closing her cloak.

Of course, this is a historic moment for you and my tribe, and even for the entire Dark Continent. I, this old woman, represent countless lives in the Dark Continent, and I would like to thank King Alto here. "

With that said, Akara really stood up and bowed slightly.

"No, Your Excellency Akara must not say that. As a member of the continent, this is the obligation of this king and the entire elves." Artoria said solemnly, and then gave the two a knight's salute again. .

"If there is nothing else to do, please forgive me and take my leave first."

"Would you like to meet Wu Zhen before you finish watching the award ceremony?" Akara sighed slightly in surprise.

"There is no need to rush. I believe we will meet in the near future, right?"

Arturia smiled faintly, and as Akara and Caial watched, her figure gradually disappeared into the darkness...

…

On the other side, I didn't know that I had missed the opportunity to meet the cheap fiancée. At this time, I was still talking and laughing with Vilas and the others.

"You've done a great job."

After I apologized sincerely, Sister Sharna stood far away from Vilas and the others and said with a smile, her profile leaning against the big tree looking extremely aloof.

"That's the so-called glory in spite of defeat." Linya clasped her hands together and said with a sweet smile.

"Sir, are you tired? You must be hungry already."

Willas asked softly as always. For her character, it doesn't matter who wins the game. What she prays in her heart is probably that I will be less injured.

"I'm sorry for making you worry." I took a step forward and hugged Vilas tightly. In front of so many people, she immediately blushed with embarrassment, but surprisingly she didn't struggle shyly, but was very peaceful. Let me hug you, my nose twitched slightly, and I took a deep breath as if I felt relieved.

"And my little baby Sarah." After letting go of Willas, I hugged Sarah next to me and kissed her hard. This little angel was so embarrassed that she couldn't even lift her head for a while, and put her pretty face into my arms. His face was buried in my arms.

Um? Little Jasmine, what are you doing there with a note?

Looking back, I finally saw the smaller figure of Princess Sanwu, hiding behind the old drunkard and the others. While waving the quill, she raised her head from time to time and cast her gaze on my face.

"This little one seems to be very curious about your current transformation and insight." The old drunkard turned sideways and said nonchalantly.

"kindness?"

I subconsciously looked at myself, is it really that strange?

The little ghost seemed to notice my confusion, nodded vigorously, and said a very hurtful metaphor: "It's like changing from Omas to a white wolf."

Hey-? ! ! ! Is the span that big? This simply goes beyond the comparison between amoebas and Namekians. Having said that, in the mind of you, the Holy Lady of Complaints, my original image is so appropriate for Omus, who is full of fun and complaints. Did you order Indian Asan? I'm much fairer than him anyway, you bastard! !

After I finished complaining in my heart, I slapped the little ghost's head with a complaining knife.

"Really...it seems like they are father and daughter?"

Willas covered her mouth and smiled. Sarah, who was beside her, looked at me, then at Princess Sanwu with her beautiful pupils like fiery diamonds, and nodded her head with deep approval.

"is that so?"

Dad, I actually thought about it during the competition. It seems that everyone is in agreement. In other words, am I really that old?

Thinking about it, I am almost thirty. Although due to my status as a career changer, my appearance has not changed much since I first came to Dark. And as expected, this young face should be able to maintain it until I am in my fifties or sixties. , will gradually turn into a mysterious and charming middle-aged man with melancholy and vicissitudes like Carlos and others, whose eyes are full of songs and stories.

Although this age is still a little too early for an adventurer, it is indeed an age where it is not surprising to have a lovely daughter, uh...if the age of Princess Sanwu can be ignored.

Thinking of this, Daddy's halo couldn't help but flare up again. He gently waved to Princess Sanwu and tried to speak.

"Daughter Jasmine, come to daddy."

Princess Sanwu, who was taking notes, seemed to have a bigger reaction after hearing this. She actually came back from the research mode that no one could disturb in the past, raised her head, and her big bright yellow eyes were facing her. , it seems that a slight tremor can be detected in the silent eyes.

Under everyone's curious gaze, after thinking for a moment, the little guy stepped forward unhurriedly, hugged me, and rubbed his face in his arms a few times.

"Master...Dad?"

"Uh, this... Master doesn't need to add it." I scratched my head in embarrassment and said, as expected, I was still a little embarrassed to be called that by Princess Sanwu.

"Actually, I used to think that Xiaofan was really like a father when he took care of little Jasmine. It was a master-maid relationship, and it was that kind of unclear relationship. It was really complicated." The little ghost shook his head helplessly. .

"The relationship between people is inherently complicated." I raised my head and decided to use my experience as a senior geek to teach the little ghost a lesson.

"For example, on the surface, you and I are actually a wife and a husband. In fact, you are just a slave girl I keep beside me. But... don't... don't bite! It's bleeding! The wound that finally healed has burst again. ! I’m just joking, and didn’t you say so first when we were in Lu Gaoyin last time? !!”

"Is that so? Did I say that?"

The little ghost finally let go of his mouth, licked his white teeth as if he was still unsatisfied, jumped down from my head, and said doubtfully.

"Absolutely!" I said decisively.

"Even so, only I am allowed to say such things. For example, if I say that Xiao Fan is an idiot, will Xiao Fan follow suit?" The little ghost nodded his head in agreement while teaching him a lesson.

"..."

Why is it that she is preaching? When it comes to being articulate, I am really no match for this little guy.

"call……"

At this time, Princess Sanwu, who had been lying in my arms, sniffing around like a puppy trying to smell her father's scent, sighed slightly.

Do you still have any dissatisfaction with me? Apart from being a little bit like a maid in terms of cleaning, cooking and etiquette, why do I always feel that our relationship should be reversed and that I am her father and housekeeper?

"Only... looks like."

Probably because he has been buried in my arms for a long time, this little guy's face is very red and cute, but his movements and tone are not cute at all. She tilted her head very coldly, she said this, and left my arms without any nostalgia. .

Eh-Eh Eh-? ! ! Am I abandoned like this?

"What do you mean?"

I asked unwillingly with tears streaming down my face. I admit, in fact, I really want little Jasmine to occasionally call herself father like Xilusi and Aikolu. This damn daddy halo, this damn daddy halo... …

"call--"

With a flushed face, Princess Sanwu once again turned her face indifferently and sighed. It seemed that she could see a big exclamation point coming out of her red little mouth.

Then, she scribbled something on the note in her hand, turned around, and faced me.

It says: What is seven hundred and seventy-seven times seven hundred and seventy-seven...

In fact, should I admire Princess Sanwu who was able to write down this mathematical problem with a slim and round font in two seconds? Could it be that the notebook in her hand was a strange-looking notebook? ! !

777*777? For me, this is really a product between being able to do mental arithmetic and being unable to do so. Wait, give me ten seconds...

"call--"

Hey, hey, I sighed too quickly. It was obvious that less than two seconds had passed. I had just come to the conclusion that I could calculate the result mentally based on my IQ. I hadn’t even started calculating yet. Ordinary people can really do it in two seconds. Can you figure out the answer? It's simply impossible. Don't measure those ordinary humans by your standards, you idiot! !

"Wait, give me another twenty seconds... no, ten seconds. Ordinary people need this time to calculate, right?"

I said in a bargaining manner, casually asking for help from Vilas and the others.

"Ha...haha, your Excellency is right,...it does take some time."

Vilas, who was not very good at lying, chuckled in agreement with a very fake confusion, and then tilted her head slightly, subtly avoiding my gaze for help.

Silently retracting my gaze, I glanced at the faces of Little Ghost, Sarah and Linya one by one.

"..."

Why are you turning your heads away, why are you all turning your heads away, why don't you dare to look me in the eye? Linya and the little ghost have received elite education since childhood. It is not surprising that Sarah has a shrewd mother to teach her. But Vilas, don't you dream of being an "ordinary" housewife? Shouldn't you be on the same side as me? Sure enough, am I the only one who needs to spend dozens of seconds to calculate the result? Am I being isolated? ! !

"Okay, stop playing tricks, change back to your original silly self, and we're about to start."

The old drunkard next to us was probably jealous when he saw our family fighting and making fun of each other. The atmosphere was so warm and harmonious, so he not only interrupted us, but also interrupted us.

"If I could change back, I would have changed back a long time ago. I can't control it now. I probably have to wait until my physical strength reaches a certain level for the transformation effect to disappear automatically."

When the old drunkard said this, I immediately said with frustration and helplessness. I am probably the first person in history who has changed his body but cannot recover. In this way, wouldn't I be able to get "Dru, the most failed person in history"? "I" title.

Thinking like this, even the subtly unpleasant words in the old drunkard's words were automatically ignored.

"Is that so? I have a secret method that can help you." The old drunkard smiled sinisterly.

"Oh? That's good... no or no..." I replied happily subconsciously, and then suddenly thought of the old drunkard's character, I couldn't help but shuddered, and quickly changed my words, but it was too late, my head buzzed, and my eyes... It has gone dark.

When I woke up, time didn't seem to have passed long. Everyone was still in the competition space, and they were even still standing in the same place without moving.

"Look, I said it worked."

The proud voice of the old drunkard that I vaguely heard in my ears immediately made me gnash my teeth with hatred.

Just when I was furious and ready to collect debt from the old drunkard, she patted me vigorously on the shoulder and changed the subject.

"Boy, the award ceremony is about to begin. Don't you plan to go and see it?"

"Huh? Isn't it just going to be held on the stage later? Where else can we watch it?"

According to the perspective brought by the original world, just like the Olympics, Carlos stood on the highest stage in the center. He was stupidly standing in the second position next to his right hand, and then on the left was Seattle, the third child. The three of them Standing in a row and looking up blankly at the sunrise,

Thinking of this embarrassing scene in my mind, I asked stupidly.

"Stupid, how can the award ceremony be held in a crowded place? Didn't you see that all the adventurers have already started to leave?" The old drunkard hit me on the head again angrily.

"It's just an award ceremony, why should it be so mysterious?" I complained dissatisfied.

"This is the traditional rule. Otherwise, you can complain to Akara or Tyrell. Besides, because the reward involves a private request, it is naturally impossible to say it in public."

"That's right."

I nodded understandingly to this approach and compared my feelings. If I were to win, it would be very embarrassing to say the request "Please give me twenty perfect gems" in front of tens of thousands of adventurers. .

"Isn't there a prize for the runner-up? It should be expressed in any way." I asked shamelessly, but received a cold look from the old drunkard.

"Boy Wu, there are only two kinds of adventurers in this world. Do you know which ones they are?"

I shook my head. This question was too broad.

"Living adventurers, and dead adventurers."

The words seemed to pop out from the teeth of the old drunkard, which made me speechless. This answer was a bit too connotative, and it was not something that idiots like me and the old drunkard could discuss.

"So, there are only two kinds of battles, winning and losing, just like adventurers. If you win, you are alive, if you lose, you are dead. What reward can a dead man expect?"

Well, although I know that the old drunkard said this to explain to me the cruelty of this world, and there is no malice, but I still feel very unhappy after being cursed to death for no reason.

"It turns out to be a private request, so let's go and see if it's inappropriate."

My gossipy nature made my eyes shine, and I couldn't wait to see what Carlos would ask for. However, as a messenger representing love and justice, I still had to do the necessary inner struggle and politeness.

"Don't worry, I am his teacher, so I naturally have this right. As for you, in fact, this championship should belong to you. It's not too much to go and see."

The old drunkard said seductively. It was obvious that he was just feeling guilty and wanted to drag one more person into the water. However, I still couldn't resist this temptation and followed him.

"You guys wait here, we'll be back soon." I waved to Vilas and the others, and then chased after the old drunkard.