hunter rule

The layout of the Black Iron Castle Bell Tower is different from other places.

The simple and old style is incompatible with this small town in Anding District.

Sheldon was a little bored. He put his white gloves on his waist and stood at the entrance of the bell tower, looking at the moonlight in the distance.

"Euglis, the God of Hunger..."

Sheldon recalled those bizarre and exaggerated legends, which church organizations were best at spreading.

Eugrith, the god of hunger, Seren, the goddess of thorns...

These guys probably don't exist.

The young night watchman felt that he was extremely lonely at midnight.

Normal people of the same age should have a good rest in their own rooms at this night.

There might be a literary masterpiece on their bedside... probably about politics.

Let’s talk about the development of the Tianqi Alliance and the past of the current governor of Tianzhao Palace.

And what about my own.

But walking in the dark night.

As the shadow of the Sky Drive Alliance, patrolling the night.

Bearing responsibilities that ordinary people cannot bear.

Sheldon smiled and shook his head.

Sure enough, I am still... too strong.

"The team leader once said that only strong people can take responsibility."

Sheldon played with two silver-white short-handled throwing knives in his hands and walked in the passage of the bell tower.

There was no kerosene lamp to guide us, only the cold wind howling through the brick walls.

The black iron castle outside the window also exudes a charm that can only be perceived in the dark night, and the little bits of light are also approaching nothing.

"There are... demons here."

Sheldon followed the stone road, step by step, taking his time.

Due to the abnormal incident, the other bell ringer here had already evacuated, waiting for the professionals from the alliance to clean up and suppress it.

Generally speaking, abnormal events involving demons are the most difficult to deal with.

The purpose of the alliance's existence is to fight against demons.

The demons that can wander into stable areas generally have simple wisdom.

Any creature, as long as it has intelligence, is difficult to deal with. This is something Sheldon has known for a long time.

However, he is not in a hurry now, he still has a lot of time to deal with the problems here.

Just at this moment...

Sheldon narrowed his eyes, put the white gloves on his waist into his hands, and looked at the road he came from.

This is the sound of leather shoes.

"Why."

Sheldon was still a little uninterested.

Are you a person taking part in the trial?

Sheldon's fair face just had a hint of indifference.

With the sound of gears meshing in the clock tower, the time finally came to midnight.

The ancient bell rang on time, matching the sound of footsteps not far away.

"Huh."

From the darkness, a young man's somewhat surprised voice came.

In Sheldon's eyes, the outline of a young man appeared.

He was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair and a thin oriental appearance. He was wearing a not-so-good-looking tan deerstalker hat, a black windbreaker, and was holding a black suitcase in his hand.

Sheldon's eyes twinkled slightly.

There is one rule among the common rules of the Sky Drive Alliance.

Generally speaking, this kind of black suitcase is standard equipment for construction mages. Only construction mages who rely on their own firearms and machinery will carry such a suitcase with them.

In this suitcase, there are usually mechanical weapons made by the construction mage himself.

"Hello."

The young man raised his deerstalker hat and looked at Sheldon: "Who are you?"

Sheldon smiled at this moment: "Nightwatchman, Sheldon Parsons, just call me Sheldon."

The young man's face suddenly showed a look of awe.

"You are a night watchman at such a young age."

Sheldon was stunned. The young man in front of him looked strange and strange.

What's even more problematic is.

Sheldon sensed that this young man exuded an aura that made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Classmate, who are you?"

"Ah, Oak Academy, Zhao Guangli."

The young man replied: "I came here this time to participate in the academy trial."

He shrugged: "It's probably something like an exam. In short, it's just to suppress the anomalies in this place."

The gears rotated, and Sheldon's eyes moved slightly.

Zhao Guangli.

I have never heard of this name myself.

This time, the only person the team leader asked him to pay attention to was Lou Haoran from the Church of Glory. That guy was the only one.

I have seen that guy himself, he looks unruly and unruly.

Although the young man in front of him is not wearing the uniform of Oak Academy, he can be sure that he must be a professional.

Although I'm sorry, I still have to do it.

Sheldon actually doesn't care about the number of abnormal events completed. As a night watchman, he always feels that he should be more noble.

However, this time the team leader's words were extremely strict.

You have to show your talents. In the past, you can relax a little, but this time, it is a must.

Sheldon didn't know what the reason was, but he didn't object.

At this time, he showed a harmonious smile: "Haha, classmate Zhao Guangli, right?"

"Just leave the abnormal events here to me."

"Anyway, this is our job as night watchmen."

Sheldon's slender body stood in front, his shadow stretched in the darkness.

"There is such a good thing."

The young man who called himself Zhao Guangli said: "But..."

"it does not matter."

"I think I can handle it."

"And what the academy requires is to independently suppress abnormal incidents."

The young man raised his head: "I usually... don't cheat very much."

Sheldon sighed.

He had forgotten how many times he had sighed today.

It would be great if everyone in this world could wake up, so that there would be a lot less time-wasting battles.

"Yeah?"

Sheldon felt a little regretful: "That's really embarrassing."

The fighting spirit flows slightly.

If the essence is ordinary.

Sheldon delicately held the short-handled throwing knife in his hand and played with it.

Combat energy and spiritual energy are both a type of extraordinary energy. They are the essence of the knight and the extended body of the knight.

Strong fighting spirit can be used as a knight's armor, or as a tool attached to one's own weapons to increase the destructive power.

And Sheldon believes that among his peers in Black Iron Castle, no one understands fighting spirit better than himself.

The three flying knives controlled by the thin mist slowly extended out, as if invisible threads were controlling these flying knives.

Looking at the young man's face in the distance, Sheldon finally sighed again.

"it does not matter."

"It just makes you lose the ability to fight."

Sheldon said in a deep voice, his fighting spirit erupting directly.

The slender body and the flow of fighting spirit caused the interior of the bell tower to sway.

Three flying knives were shot at the same time as his own hand knife.

too fast.

It's really too fast.

This is Sheldon's idea.

Perhaps with this talent, one can walk in the dark and protect the people of the Alliance.

boom!

A huge impact brought Sheldon back to reality quickly. A certain dizzy feeling came from nowhere. He just heard a few sounds of flying knives being bounced, and then felt a sudden sense of oppression.

.

Boom!

The boy passed by Sheldon, his left hand pressed on Sheldon's smiling cheek, and then he pressed it hard towards his back, causing it to burst on the ground.

"what the hell……"

"It turns out we still have to fight."

Sheldon heard this sound.