The Dean Has Arrived

In a small village on the border of the Principality of Ecraket, in a forage warehouse near the outskirts of the village, Jon, who was still in a bandage, was wolfing down dry and hard black bread.

As a result, he choked on the dry black bread because he ate too fast.

"It doesn't matter if you don't need to eat in such a hurry."

The girl dressed as a village girl in front of him put a cup of hot goat milk on the table and patted him on the back gently.

After flushing the bread down his throat with goat's milk without scalding his mouth, Jon showed a grateful expression to the girl: "Thank you so much. Not only saved my life, but also provided me with such a sumptuous lunch. "

"Actually, it's not that rich..." A little blush appeared on the girl's face.

Brown bread, which is difficult to swallow even for ordinary farmers, is only occasionally used as dry food when long-term labor or travel is required, and it is indeed not a rich thing.

It's just that because the villagers are somewhat xenophobic, the girl can only bring some black bread to the boy she picked up outside the forest.

"Because of many reasons...you can only sleep here at night, I'm really sorry."

She bowed her head to Jon with some shame and apologized.

"It's okay, there is a lot of hay here, if you spread it a little, it will be warm and comfortable to sleep on."

However, Jon, who had experienced slave life, didn't mind this at all: "It's better to say that you can provide me with a place to rest, I am already very grateful."

"Speaking of which, why did you faint in that place?" The girl asked curiously, but saw Jon's embarrassed expression. Then he explained in a panic: "I didn't mean to question you...it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it..."

"I'm trying to be a hero."

After taking a sip of the goat's milk, Jon said in a serious tone after the girl didn't expect it.

The girl who didn't understand what Jon said seemed to want to say something, but a middle-aged farmer with a gray mustache at the warehouse door had already called her name with dissatisfaction.

After giving the boy an apologetic look, the girl patted the grass stalk at the corner of her skirt, and walked to the warehouse door.

"Dad, what's the matter?". She tilted her head, looked at her father with innocent eyes, and asked softly.

"I didn't care if you picked up some kittens and puppies before, but this time it's too outrageous." The middle-aged farmer blew his beard and stared and said, "You actually picked up such a man of unknown origin!"

As he said that, he also looked at Jon who was still munching on black bread in the warehouse: "Look at his appearance. There is a strange turban on his head. His clothes are also torn, and he has a back Holding a knife! No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a good person!"

"I think judging a person's good or bad should not be based on his appearance..." the girl protested weakly.

"Then what are you looking at? See if he will help us farm!" However, the middle-aged farmer's reprimand immediately followed: "The horse thieves in the nearby area have suddenly become active recently, and several villages have been hit. This guy is the spy of the horse thief. If you bring him back, isn't it equivalent to leading the horse thief!"

"But when I saw him. He seemed wounded. He fell to the ground motionless..."

The girl recalled how she saw him outside the forest when she went out to pick winter wild vegetables: "It doesn't seem like a fake at all."

"What do you know! The horse thief spy is really good at acting..."

The father and daughter who were talking softly did not notice that Jon, who was eating bread, suddenly stuffed the remaining black bread into his mouth as if he saw something. Then he raised his head, showing a serious look.

Not long after, the big bell in the village, which was only rung when something urgent happened, rang twelve times in a row.

This changed the faces of the father and daughter together—the twelve strikes meant that the horse thief or thieves were coming, and the whole village had to pack up their things and hide in the woods for temporary refuge.

"Damn it, that brat is gone!" The middle-aged farmer subconsciously glanced at the forage warehouse, only to find that Jon, who was still inside just now, had disappeared, and his expression changed drastically, and he warned his daughter, "Go and talk to your mother." Pack your things together, and don't tell anyone else about it!"

The girl's face was also pale. At this moment, even she couldn't help suspecting that the boy who smiled very kindly was the spy of the horse thief.

"What are you still dawdling about! Horse thieves are here very fast this time, if you don't try to escape, you will be in danger!"

At this time, a villager who was familiar with their father and daughter hurried past and yelled at the two of them at the same time.

The two of them just woke up like a dream and ran home to make preparations.

It's just that although the villagers moved very well, this time the horse thief was completely different from the past. He appeared outside the village in the blink of an eye, blocking the villagers who had no time to escape in the village.

Unlike the Bandit Group, the Bandit Group also understands the principle of the long flow of water, and only routinely collects a little protection fee for the villages within its sphere of influence. The horse thieves who wander around the eastern plains have almost no morals, only know how to destroy and plunder.

They blocked them in the village without any preparation. Looking at the sharp weapons and ferocious monsters sitting on the other side, the villagers almost despaired.

The girl could only shiver in her father's arms. All the evil deeds of horse thieves that she had heard about in the past came to her mind at this moment. Their animal yu, after playing enough, will kill those women who are worse than death, and use them as fodder for their sitting monsters.

But the desperate villagers waited for a while, only to find that the massacre they imagined did not happen.

Trembling, they opened their eyes, and the first thing they saw was a figure from behind who was not generous.

And beside the figure holding the purple machete, there was a circle of corpses of horse thieves and monsters.

What happened?

At this moment, looking at the young man in front of him who was confronting other horse thieves, almost all the villagers had this question in their minds.

The one who answered them was the leader of the horse thief in the distance.

"This feeling... as expected, what you are holding is a soul tool!" The horse thief leader, who was so burly that one could mistake him for a black bear at a glance, licked his thin lips, and the corners of his small and treacherous eyes were full of tears. It is the color of excitement and greed: "Originally, I just wanted to rob something, but I didn't expect to break into the royal family's treasury!"

The monster under his crotch was obviously different from those of other horse thieves who were crusading level 1 and 2. It was a monster that was commensurate with his size, like a brown bear with four arms.

It's just that Jon, who holds the soul tool, knows very well that the monster is actually a soul tool—a biological soul tool.

Without the slightest hesitation, with the help of the power flowing into his body from the soul tool, his feet exerted force in vain, and his whole body was like a purple phantom, killing several horse thieves and their mounts who were trying to get close in an instant, and finally , suddenly turned into a purple meteor, and the machete slashed at the leader of the horse thief!

It's just that it was taken down by that bear-shaped soul tool.

With the help of the backshock to open the distance, Jon slid back a few meters to stabilize his figure, but the expression on his face remained the same, without any regret of a failed sneak attack.

"You are very strong!" The leader of the horse thief seemed not to care about the loss of his subordinates at all, and grinned: "But this is not enough! Compared with you alone, I have nearly a hundred subordinates, and the same number Monster, we still have crossbow bolts and other long-range weapons! You have no chance of winning! I accept your soul tool!"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it.

Following his command, holding crossbow arrows, the horse thieves who had already wounded up shot deadly arrows at Jon one after another.

"I'm strong."

However, as if he already knew the flight trajectory and landing point of all the arrows, Jon didn't even stop him, and easily closed the distance between him and the horse thief leader again in the rain of arrows.

"That's the only thing you're right about."

In an instant, those horse thieves around were sliced ​​by an invisible blade, and they were all cut in two without any effort to fight back!

"What..." The horse thief leader looked ugly as if he had swallowed a bee. He slapped his soul tool and shouted: "Turn into armor!"

The bear spirit stood on two feet, and then the chest opened, revealing the inside of the armor, which was painted with runes.

However……

"Your future ends here!"

It's too late.

Without the slightest hesitation, Jon chopped off half of the opponent's head in an instant!

The opponent put his hand on his close-fitting weapon just before he died. It can be seen from his callused hands that he was also a strong man who was good at fighting, but after getting used to the power of the soul tool, he gave up. His identity as a soldier made him die in Jon's hands so easily in the end.

Shaking off the blood on the machete, Jon looked at the soul tool that stopped there halfway through the transformation because of the death of the master. The giant bear soul tool that lost its owner and had no self-defense ability was cut in two!

"Soul equipment, it really isn't something that can bring happiness to people."

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Jon turned and bowed to the girl who took care of him, and then, without looking at the village again, he walked towards the sunset night, and it didn't take long for him to melt into the village In the twilight...

"Who the hell is he?"

After a long time, the shocked middle-aged farmer asked his daughter in a dumb voice.

"I don't know. But," the girl who didn't ask Jon's name shook her head, and then a gentle smile appeared on her face again: "I think he must be a real hero." (To be continued)