Diablo Destruction

"By the way, where are Ricken and Hans? Are they up too? Where are they?"

After walking for a while, I finally remembered that if Arius was here, then her team, Hans and the others should also have rested. As for why I am sure that Ricken's team will also appear, that's because...

Well, it’s hard to say. Should it be classified as talking about mortal enemies? What about gay friends? Telepathy or what?

Sure enough, Aleus nodded her head, her eyes kept wandering up and down on the book in my hand and on my face. Because there was a vertical height up and down, she looked like she was nodding her head along the way. In front of other passers-by, In his eyes, he seemed to be a strange character looking at the man and nodding.

"Pop", I hit.

"Woo~~"

"Hey, hey, don't squat down on the street with your head in your hands, you idiot~~!!"

I was really helpless with this little animal-like natural fujoshi. I pulled the cloak behind her and covered her, and in a blink of an eye, she turned into an assassin exuding an icy aura.

In Sichuan Opera, only the face changes, but she is so good, her temperament can change instantly...

Under the leadership of the cold Arius, we finally arrived in front of a bar.

Ahem, let me explain in advance that it was not because Aleus led me here, it was just because I had to buy something I had to go to the trade area, and I took a detour just to meet this damn rotten girl.

However, the scene in front of the bar made us quite embarrassed. A sea of ​​adventurers crowded in front of the bar, seemingly fighting for something. A middle-aged man who looked like the owner of the bar stood in the distance, wanting to cry.

"Come on, come on, fresh grilled chicken wings."

"Hot burgers, hot burgers, the taste loses when they get cold, so what are you waiting for!!"

Amidst the commotion, two unusually familiar shouts sounded.

"..."

This makes me feel so embarrassed.

"What...what's going on?"

I turned around and asked Aleus, pointing to the noisy shouts of Hans and Ricken in the crowd.

"Please don't... mind... this is a common... thing."

At some point, Alius had already taken off his cloak and hat. He was still holding a few pieces of chicken wings and a hamburger in his hands, chewing with his cheeks twitching, and responded vaguely.

So fast! This guy is so fast! This is too fast, bastard! Is it because his teammates are used to this kind of scene and he is petite and agile, so he is an assassin? So you can break into the crowd and get the winning product within the time it takes me to say a word? The cloak and hat fell off, as well as the messy fiery red hair with a few dull hairs sticking up. Was it also the result of being forced in?

None of these are important, at least give me one! !

"Teacher, eat..."

As if he heard the cry of my heart, Aleus stretched out his oily little hand and generously gave me the fried chicken nuggets and burgers in his hand.

"Oh~~"

I can't thank you enough for this kind of crowded scene where barbarians and paladins are crowded together, the druid transforms into a bear-man and charges, the wizard turns on the ice-sealed armor to demonstrate, and the necromancer summons the stone devil to kill all the muscles and sweat. , I really don’t have the guts to participate.

The most important thing is that while I can take advantage of the results to fry chicken legs and hamburgers, I can finally stuff the damn BL book in my hand into the corner of the inventory so that it will never be used.

"It's okay~~"

Aleus patted the food remnants on his hands, wiped his hands, raised his head, and looked at the scene of crowds of people, sweat dripping, and muscles squeezing. His eyes suddenly gleamed, and he waved his hand, and he didn't know what happened. By that time, there was already an extra notebook and a quill.

“Very, very… a lot of materials… very, very… a lot of inspiration…”

Squatting down in a corner for best observation, the quill pen dropped on the notebook brought up fragments of afterimages. The originally blank pages of the notebook were printed as fast as printing, leaving behind page after page of beautiful small characters.

"..."

I should have expected this damn rotten girl to react like this.

I seem to have a relationship with two strange teams. Is it really okay? However, the fried chicken legs and burgers really tasted nothing to say.

While silently eating the chicken nugget burger in my hand, I looked at the adventurers who had won the victory from a distance. After taking a bite, one by one turned into a black willow, or turned into a fire-breathing spinning turtle and flew away. Get up, or fall directly on the road without breath, or a peacock pops out of the cracked mask (heavy fog), etc., etc., just like the various situations in life.

The bar owner cried.

Very good, it's time to stop these guys who don't look like adults.

Licking my greasy fingers, I turned away and came to a no-man's corner. It's a pity that there is no phone booth in the dark world, otherwise it would be more perfect. Thinking about this with regret, I put on my cloak with me, pulled up my hat, and walked around the corner. out.

"Hey! What are you doing here?!"

With a loud rebuke, all the adventurers turned their heads. After a few seconds of glazed eyes, someone in the crowd said "No, it's the messenger." Then, hundreds of adventurers crowded together suddenly turned into fright. The sparrow disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only Ricken and Hans in white aprons, each holding a plate with fried chicken legs and hamburgers in their hands, standing there stiffly.

"Really, do you know how much trouble this will cause to the bar owner?"

After scaring the adventurers away, I took off my cloak and hat and scolded the two of them.

The bar owner burst into tears when he heard this, looking around, but finally a leader came to make the decision for him, otherwise the bar business would be impossible.

"This guy started it all, saying that my burgers are not as good as his fried chicken legs!"

When Hans heard this, he immediately turned his head and glared at his mortal enemy.

"Nonsense, if you hadn't first said that you're the best in fried rotten meat, would I have said that?"

Rickon also stared.

"It's not rotten meat, it's fried chicken legs. The most delicious fried chicken legs in the world. How many times do I have to tell you this before you, the fly seller, understand?"

"You are a fly, and your whole family is a fly!!"

"You are carrion, your whole family is carrion!!"

"..."

"Um, boss, are you open now? Can I come in?"

Ignoring the quarrels and scuffles between the colonel and the leader, I asked the bar owner who was standing blankly aside.

"Of course, please come in, please come in. It is my honor for you to come to my bar."

The bar owner quickly opened the door of the stylish bar. As a series of crisp bells rang, the maids and waitresses who had been waiting inside lined up in two rows and bowed neatly with smiles on their faces.

"welcome."

Oh, isn't this well done? It would be even better if the lines could be changed to welcome back the master.

"Brother Wu, wait for us." Hans and Ricken, who didn't know when the quarrel ended, quickly followed with their team.

"You guys recovered pretty quickly."

After everyone sat down around a table, I took the juice from the maid and smiled at the two teams.

Among the 50,000 to 60,000 adventurers in the entire Western Kingdom who participated in the battle, at least four-fifths of them are currently fast asleep in hotels or their own tents.

"Hmph, this bit of fighting is just a piece of cake for us as a team of top adventurers."

Ricken coolly touched the neat white beard on his chin and said.

"That's probably because he is good at cooking, so he was sent to the kitchen to cook for the soldiers who fought bloody battles. Of course he is not tired anymore."

Hans laughed from the side.

"Better than you."

When Rickon heard this, he sneered.

"Didn't you have diarrhea just after the battle started because you ate something you made? Didn't it last until the end of the battle? Fighting hard with the stomach is also hard work. Our Captain Hans has shed a lot of blood and sweat. Everyone No more jokes."

"What did you say? Didn't I stand on the wall properly during the battle?" Hans glared.

"Then your dog eyes saw that I wasn't under the city wall?" Not to be outdone, Ricken stood up and glared back.

"..."

These two stubborn guys are here again...

"By the way, when talking about that battle, I always think of one thing. Brother Wu, do you know?"

After coming here for a while, probably tired of arguing with Hans, Ricken suddenly turned around and asked, immediately attracting everyone's attention.

"whats the matter?"

I raised my head in a different way, and at the same time, I hit the head of Aleus who was muttering something with his head lowered.

"It was the white light that suddenly appeared before the battle ended, the day before the monster army retreated."

Well……

I'm talking about the sacred realm that the little ghost created by borrowing my body.

"It's amazing what kind of power that is."

Hans and the others were also tutting at the side. It was unknown how many thousands of years had passed since the first generation of the Saint. Naturally, the Saint’s unique skill [Holy Domain] had long since disappeared from the records. This was the first time for these guys. After seeing it, it would be strange not to make a fuss.

"I want to ask."

Ricken suddenly looked at me with shining eyes.

"Brother Wu, do you know that person?"

"You should know this." I scratched my head and replied with a smile.

"Actually, I've been thinking... Could that person be you, Brother Wu?"

"No, no, no, why do you think so?"

I shook my head quickly, I was just kidding. I didn’t want to be called a holy messenger or something like that. Anyway, I wasn’t the one who used the holy realm.

"Really? That's strange. Based on my judgment of where the white light came from, it should be the remote corner where Brother Wu likes to hide. Could it be that I guessed wrong."

Seeing that my expression didn't look fake, Ricken blinked in confusion.

"..."

What do you mean I like to nest in remote corners? This Fried Chicken Leg Knight really said something very rude.

"If it's not you, then who should it be?" Ricken asked unwillingly.

"You seem very enthusiastic?"

I'm a little curious about Ricken's persistence. He's not usually like this.

"That's right..."

Ricken also seemed a little confused. He scratched his neatly trimmed white hair and spoke after a while.

"This...how should I put it? When the white light comes over, the body feels warm. For us Paladins, it is not just the increase in strength, but...but an added sense of belonging. Generally speaking, That’s how it feels.”

Ricken cast his gaze on Paladin Baal aside, and saw that he was also nodding in agreement with an excited look on his face, and he couldn't help but become more and more sure.

"..."

It turns out that this is the case. It’s not that I can’t understand the meaning of Ricken’s words. I once read some of Princess Sanwu’s few serious books about the origins of the seven professions and so on, and I have a general understanding of them.

The profession of Paladin actually appeared in response to the appearance of the Saint. In short, because of the emergence of the first-generation Saint, as the only profession of Paladin who protects her and obeys the dispatch of the Saint, it is natural that it appears. .

It can be said that the Holy Knights were the Saint's private army. At that time, they were known as the Saint's Guards. However, the Saint's profession only lasted for one generation and there was no one to follow her, while the Paladin profession was passed down from generation to generation.

In the end, almost everyone forgot the origin of the Paladins and directly classified them into the Holy See Guards.

Now, the second generation of the Saint - the gorgeous little ghost child has appeared. As a Paladin profession, it is not surprising that they can sense the wonderful connection with the Saint that they have not seen for thousands of years. It's just that they have forgotten that they once existed as a simple Saint Guard, and cannot correctly understand this wonderful sense of belonging.

When he came back to his senses, he didn't know that because of Ricken's troubling question, the adventurers in the entire bar had already started discussing it.

At some point, a lot of adventurers gathered in the bar, probably hundreds of them. Everyone was talking about their own things, but now they were quarreling over the issue of Ricken.

"I think that's the messenger, absolutely right." An adventurer made a decisive judgment.

"Because every time the messenger appears on the city wall, he likes to hide in that inconspicuous corner..."

I:"……"

That's right, it turns out that in the minds of other adventurers, I have become a cornered person...

"Nonsense."

As soon as he finished speaking, the barbarian opposite him sprayed foam all over his face.

"That kind of holy radiance is clearly the power of light. Have you forgotten? The messenger transformed into the form of the blood-red giant bear. How can the two be combined?"

The other adventurers nodded one after another, and even I was secretly surprised. It seems that barbarians are not all stupid. The analysis in front of me is reasonable and well-founded.

"I don't think so either."

The elegant mage gently put down the cup in his hand and said.

"At that time, I was very close to the place where the light appeared, so I could see it very clearly."

Hearing what the mage said, everyone immediately held their breath and looked at each other eagerly. It is said that hearing a hundred times is better than seeing it. In the blink of an eye, the mage's words became authoritative.

"Yes, I saw it then. Wrapped in a sacred halo, the man unfolded a pair of white angel wings." The wizard took a deep breath, still unable to suppress his excitement, and announced in a slightly passionate voice.

"Could it be that angels came down to help us?"

The adventurers all stared at each other. This was not like the behavior of those angels who would not show up easily until the moment of death.

"I don't think so."

The wizard who had clearly guided the answer to the angel's side shook his head at this time.

"Who is that? You can tell me." The impatient barbarian in the crowd couldn't help but urge.

"Although I just glanced at it accidentally, I can see that those angel wings are not physical, but are made of energy, so I think it cannot be an angel, but..."

After another pause to whet his appetite, the wizard said with absolute certainty.

"I think it should be a profession with light attributes. Of course, it is definitely not a paladin. I don't need to say more about the skills of a paladin."

"So, just like the Paladin, he can grow wings like a bird?"

I don't know who said something, and the whole bar burst into laughter. The adventurer of the Paladin profession had a bad look on his face, looking around, trying to find the speaker and drag him out to the corner to greet him.

"Then who do you think he is?" After laughing, someone continued to ask.

"Let me see..." the wizard pondered for a moment and said.

"Maybe it's some profession that has disappeared, such as a priest or something, or maybe it's some special profession."

Everyone was in an uproar again.

Special occupations are no longer very mysterious in the eyes of adventurers. This is due to the martial arts tournament a few years ago. After that tournament, the most discussed topic, besides the topic of champion Carlos, was the special occupations of various races. The emergence of these special professions has convinced more adventurers that there are definitely many unknown masters in this world.

No, it’s not just this era, during the thousands of years of hell’s invasion, if we dig out those masters who are hiding deep and making silent contributions, there will definitely be more than seven heroes, but dozens of heroes, maybe hundreds of heroes. , of course, the only thing that no one denies is Tarasha's unsurpassed power and achievements.

Suddenly, under the wizard's suggestion, the discussion in the entire bar became more and more intense. Even the adventurers passing by outside felt the lively atmosphere and came in to sit down and join the discussion loudly.

Ricken didn't expect that his sudden question would have such a big reaction. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered the business and turned around to stare at me again.

"Brother Wu, you actually know who that person is. It shouldn't be a problem if you tell us. Don't worry, if it involves alliance secrets, we will definitely keep our mouths shut and won't tell anyone."

"It's strange that you can keep your mouths shut. I'm afraid that as soon as I turn around and leave, you will immediately break the news to others."

I rolled my eyes at everyone who was nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.

"However, this is not a secret, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."

After coughing a few times, I calmly lowered my voice while others looked at me with indignant looks.

"She is my wife, so you should be satisfied."

"..."

At the sound of the sound, our table seemed to be pulled into a different dimension in the noisy bar. It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.

"Wife...wife?!"

Everyone's reaction is subtly different, or... wonderful.

"Wow~~"

The dead rot girl suddenly screamed, and when she looked back, she saw that her finger had been pricked by the quill.

If you don’t believe me if I tell you not to write so fast, you will suffer a loss. I secretly complain about it.