I am a stubborn person and work for the evil god to fight against female prostitution.

The royal capital of Brinia, at noon.

Outside the city gate is a flat, straight avenue with a sturdy and well-maintained pavement.

The roadside is covered with shallow yellow grass, blue cornflower petals are withered, and granular dark red thornberry bushes peek out of the leaves with bare branches.

The sky is just right, the cool breeze is blowing, and it is at the point of time when it is neither hot nor cold.

It's the end of October, and winter is approaching.

In the southern part of the royal capital, the weather is not too severe under the sun.

Scattered pedestrians follow the road.

Crossing the Serious Bridge across the Smaidru River, not far away is the west gate of the royal capital.

This is almost the end of the journey, and everyone doesn't want to cause more trouble, just want to pass quickly.

However, there are some things that you can't avoid if you don't want to.

The unexpected happened quickly.

The air twisted, and there was the sound of water flowing.

Passers-by gathered in a group, casting curious glances at the place.

It was a square area about three meters long and wide.

The magic that gathers in it is gentle and regular, without destructive tyranny.

This means that there is no danger for the time being.

Everyone understood this, so they stopped and watched with great interest.

But what the magic that came out of thin air means, no one can figure out right now.

"What is it?" asked

a young man with a huge backpack and a dagger at his waist.

He wears a light and easy-to-move gray coat, a cloak, and sturdy leather boots.

Although the dress is low-key, it is worth a lot of money.

A discerning person can know at a glance that this is a master who is not bad for money.

What is it?

All the people present look at me, I look at you, and they can't say why.

A middle-aged man walking in front of the group, wearing a sky-blue robe, wide eyes and a high nose, and an extraordinary bearing, suddenly stopped and spoke:

"It's the teleportation array. His

voice was deep and determined.

The voice is still loud.

It is full of the majesty of the superior giving orders.

A medallion engraved with a lilac pattern is worn on the chest, which shines in the sun.

"But it's not clear whether it's a royal teleportation or a private teleportation. "

Is there any difference between the two?

The young man wanted to ask, but he was afraid of being scolded.

The middle-aged man looked a lot like his father.

It's the same serious and old-fashioned, and the personality is probably similar.

"There is nothing unusual about the royal teleportation, as long as it is above the viscount, you can experience it by paying a sufficient amount.

Private transmission is a big deal.

I am afraid that the only thing that is eligible to enjoy it is... The big man of the holy level. "

Holy level?"

everyone present was nervous.

Saint-level, that's a legendary character!

Powerful power, long lifespan, and ordinary people are almost no longer the same species.

Awe-inspiring, even more terrifying.

No one dared to look at the excitement of the Holy Level!

Therefore, everyone turned around in unison.

Keep moving as if nothing had happened.

No, not all of them....

Only the young man hesitated, and finally ran two steps behind the middle-aged man.

"Sir, can you tell me the story of the Holy Order?" he

turned his head, his gray eyes fixed on the speaker's chin.

This shocked the young man, but he still stubbornly held his head high and refused to retreat.

"What do you want to hear?"

"That's it," the young man was a little embarrassed, "how do I get promoted to the Holy Rank..."

"What do you mean, sir?"

and his head shrank after being scolded, but the boy chased after him persistently.

"I said you're a complete idiot!"

"If you can't even think about it, how can you do it?"

the middle-aged man stopped again.

"What's your name?"

"Everyone calls me Hart, Hart from Rheinberg. "

Hart, boy, do you know what it means to be a saint?" said

the young man named Hart

, "after the beginner is the intermediate level, after the intermediate level is the advanced level, and after the advanced level is the holy level. "

Hart, I must admit that you amused me.

As you have just said, you have already demonstrated that there is no lower limit to human stupidity.

When adventurers can't get along, you might want to try the clown profession. The

young man blushed.

"Sir, if I were you, I would make some convincing arguments instead of accusing.

"That's right, that's right! What level are you now?"

"Age, let me guess, twenty

?" "Nineteen, sir, to be exact.

And it's been a year since I became a junior. The

middle-aged man nodded.

"Good, Hart, really good.

It looks like you're proud of it, and it is.

The voice was so familiar that I could hear it.

Nineteen-year-old junior adventurer, look, guys, what a confident little furry boy.

"Sir, are you sarcastic about me?"

"My goddess! I am so surprised!

Hart, you can hear it, I have to say that it is an improvement.

When I was younger, I wish I could be so smart.

By the way, I was only sixteen when I became a junior. "

Mother said that I would be able to reach the threshold of the intermediate level within three years!" the

middle-aged man said with disdain

, "Mother, of course, because she is your mother, not someone else's."

At your age, you should also understand your mother's words, and often only half of what you say.

And that sentence just now obviously belongs to the part you shouldn't believe.

I bet if I had a son, my wife would say the same thing. Young

Hart fell silent.

"What do you think, sir?"

"Then it depends," the middle-aged man said slowly

, "If I bet on a copper coin, I would say three years."

If I were to bet on a silver coin, I would change my tune to five years.

And if I have to bet a gold coin, I will add the premise of not being eaten by Warcraft.

Child, if you are willing to take the time to ask others, you will know that this is not empty talk, but a fair assessment.

Hart's eyes were confused.

"But everybody in the town praises me—"

"You are indeed a genius in a small place," interrupted the middle-aged man, "

just like I was then."

Sixteen years old, twenty years old, intermediate, but full thirty-five years old to become advanced.

But this is not a genius in the royal capital.

Have you ever heard of a sixteen-year-old?"

"Sixteen!" Hart cried out, "How is that possible!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him meaningfully.

"This is the royal capital. "

Wangdu!

What a heavy word.

Hart fell into deep thought.

He remembered what he had come for.

To earn glory, to earn knighthoods.

He remembered his father's parting reprimand, and his mother's tears.

Am I really a weakling? I really shouldn't have come? I

can only live the rest of my life as a king and dominate in a small place?"

But I still want to try my best.

"Call me Crowvis, lad. If you're willing to come with me into town for a while.

"Of course, Mr. Crowvis! Thank you for your generosity.

"I didn't say I was going to instruct you, I just went into town together.

Let's go now.

The delay was too long, and I didn't want to miss a hot lunch.

What about you, Hart?"

"I'll follow you.

However, I really want to see the characters who came out of the teleportation array.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man narrowed his eyes as sharp as an eagle.