The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Just when Ansair was depressed and didn't want to talk about baguette-related topics at all, Sylvia shook hands with him, and then laughed lightly.

"I'm joking, please don't mind." She smiled, "But I think the more outrageous the weapon, the stronger the weapon user is. I brought back a relatively intact body..."

She highlighted "relative", her soft smile did not fade, but her expression became a little solemn.

She pressed a hand to her chest.

"In any case, newcomer Ans Air, the club will remember your achievements."

The girl is slender, like a flower with dew, but her words are loud. As her words fell, some people in the field, represented by the weapon master, bowed their heads slightly to show their obedience, even though they had different thoughts about the outrageous achievements this newcomer had achieved.

Sylvia smiled and nodded to Ansair again, and walked to the front of the crowd.

Joey whispered in Ansel's ear.

"Anse, that is Sylvia, the successor of the club's investor, and the uncrowned princess of the Witcher Club."

"Tonight, she will award the emblem to the newcomer."

From the name, it can be seen that the witcher club was only a small organization at the beginning, very secretive, and only accepted members who were introduced internally to conduct small-scale demon hunting activities.

Such activities are extremely dangerous and require a lot of financial support to buy weapons and medicines, treat the wounded, and even... distribute pensions for the dead. Therefore, for the smooth operation of the club, the demon hunters chose to accept big businessmen and aristocrats to inject capital into it, and obtained financial backing and political guarantees, so that they could hunt demons without any worries.

Sylvia's family is the biggest investor in the club.

If Ansier realizes something, he never underestimates the complexity of the human world. The various relationships here are also intertwined and affect the whole body. This is why he does not choose to crush it with strength. cause of pressure. The experience of going all the way in the demon world made Ansier know deeply that if he wanted to gain true love and popularity, he should lean down without the slightest arrogance and contempt.

"I really envy you, you can get the blue eyes of Her Royal Highness." The front desk staff envied, and then, not forgetting her own job, she waved the crystal in her hand to Ansi Er, " Alright, I'm still excited when the emblem is awarded, so let's do the crystal test first."

. Although the weapon master was soft on the surface, he was still unconvinced in his heart. Thinking that the newcomer he brought was also considered extraordinary talent, he stared straight at the side, wanting to see what kind of flower Ansair could play.

He was stunned to see that a seven-colored light gradually burst out from the crystal held by Ansel.

The elements of the world are divided into earth, water, fire, wind, light, darkness and supernatural. Magic that is inconvenient to be classified, such as time and space, can be placed in the supernormal system. Each element has a different brilliance, and everyone has a different elemental suitability, basically one or two.

What the **** is the seven-colored light? Is this something that humans can have? ? ?

Anseyer felt bad when he saw Joey's wide eyes. It was already very difficult for him to not break the crystal. Now it seems that this color is still important? As if sensing his doubts, Joey murmured.

"Each light represents a different element, Ans, you have to pay attention to what color you are... light..."

Ansier asked nervously.

"What color light should I be..."

Joey suddenly collapsed: "How do I know this! It's your own attribute!"

Anseyer made a decision after only one second of intense thinking. He can't, at least it shouldn't be too special, so he should cut the color of the light, that is, drive away some elements.

Ansair immediately chose to kick away several elements, and those elements were pitifully pushed aside, crowded with tears, only the light element and a small amount of fire element remained in the crystal. This is commonly used by Ansi Er, leaving the light element, his consideration is that he can use the horns to transform into the texture of the devil at any time, so that it will not easily fall off the horse, it is perfect!

The colorful light is like an illusion, and the crystal finally emits a bright white light, dotted with red, which complements Ansel's hair and eyes. The tavern was quiet, and everyone looked at this bright crystal, as if watching a genius rising up.

"Anse, it's alright..." Joey's voice murmured like a dream. He also felt like he was in a dream. He knew that the colleague who worked with him was extremely talented, and even the upper-level demons could be killed by accident, but he never thought that it was such a talent.

—the elemental light was so bright that the crystal could not bear it.

"Maintaining the brightness of the crystal for a long time, you are also very tired, it's okay, you can stop." Joey continued.

Ansel: "…"

Yeah, he is really tired to not blow up the crystal fireworks! It might stop!

The crystal slowly extinguished, Joey took a deep breath, he finally dared to breathe.

At this moment, another voice suddenly interjected. It was a witcher wearing a fourth-class star badge, pushing through the crowd and walking in the direction of Ansel, with a friendly smile on his face.

"Newcomer, just came to the club, don't you know what to do? It's okay, I can take you. After the emblem awarding ceremony, let's have a meal together."

As soon as the fourth-class star hunter finished speaking, he heard a hum from the side.

"A mere fourth-class star, a newcomer who wants to bring such qualifications..." The weapon master looked disgusted, "Go wash and sleep."

Turning to Ans Air, although he held out his chest to show the third-class star badge, he seemed to be lacking in confidence because of the previous festival, and said in a low voice with some embarrassment.

"If you don't have someone with you, I'm not here..."

"Hey, newbie!"

"Do you still need someone to bring it? This is a free-range type. You are very assertive. You should like this?"

The demon hunters of the high-level stars are all ready to move, and they will all form their own teams. If this promising newcomer can be accepted, the future demon hunters will undoubtedly have a higher success rate. So they invited them fervently, and in the tide of enthusiasm, Anseir felt a little headache.

In this case, he is either with acquaintances or alone, and he does not want to have anything to do with other people.

—someone put an end to the noise.

The handsome young man walked in from the door, with black hair and black eyes, his face was as expressionless as ever. He glanced at the crowd, the fusiform star on the golden badge shone brightly, and Yun Jian knew what was going on with just one glance.

He then smiled a little and looked at Ansel.

"Maybe we can talk about friendship?"

Ansier was also relieved, this was the best arrangement, so he also laughed.

"Of course."

Yun Jian personally sent Anse Er to the second floor, where the ceremony was held, and Joey couldn't go there, only the newcomers and the club's top witchers were present.

Because of the demon hunting mission, few of the club's second-class stars have returned, and the number of newcomers is not large. Most of them have already registered and learned some things, so they don't appear to be flustered.

The piano in the corner rang softly, and after waiting for a long time, the newcomers began to whisper. And soon, the girl's light voice eliminated all the noise.

"When the first star was born, the gods of the heavens came to congratulate him."

I don't know when, Sylvia has slowly come to the center of the venue, and the blue star hair accessories are shining. Holding the picture book in her hand, she continued to speak after the surroundings were completely silent. Ansel's expression moved slightly, and what Sylvia told was the story of the first star in the world.

When the first star was born, the gods of the heavens came to congratulate him.

The **** said.

I give you the nobility you were born with, and the virtues that flow like clouds and snow.

The devil said.

I give you shimmering dignity and vigorous ambition.

So, star.

the gods asked.

Which sky do you want to hang on?

Xing did not answer, and at this moment, people came to the banquet. He does not have wings like the gods, and he has traveled a long way, full of dust.

I, I also have a gift for you, the first star in the world.

The man took out a bunch of wheat ears from the patched bag he carried with him.

Please do not despise it, star, even though it is just a bunch of wheat, it has bathed in your light. When I was working in the fields, when I was in war, when I was enslaved and trampled... I held Maimang in the palm of my hand and looked up to see you. How merciful, you, shine on the wishes of adults, the dreams of children.

The star trembled slightly, the words of the son of man.

So, star.

The gods asked again.

Which sky do you want to hang on?

…

During the narrative, everyone fell silent. Almost everyone guessed the final choice for the first star. The celestial world is splendid and beautiful, the demon world is vast and boundless, and the sky on earth is the final destination chosen by the stars.

Silvia's voice was soft.

"The world has stars since then."

“He is not like the sun and the moon, he is only a passenger in the world, and then he will be separated.”

"Some people say that He hangs high on the zenith of the human world, and sometimes he brings the gift of the gods to illuminate the noble, and sometimes the gift of the devil to illuminate the ambitious; , sometimes a flag, sometimes a dream, everywhere.”

"—but no one could capture him."

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes closed because of the narration, and quietly stared at the newcomers in front of her. She had told this story countless times for many witchers.

Some of these witchers are dead and some are alive.

However, whether dead or alive, Sylvia and the entire witcher club firmly believe in one thing.

Humans are like stars, with shining souls and strong wills. Even if you are weak, you will step on the thorns, hold the wheat awn, and look up at the stars.

Demons are invading their world like never before, bringing disaster and suffering, death and sacrifice. Ordinary people are powerless to fight against demons, so at this time, some people should stand up. These people can be fighters, mages, special professionals, or gifted talents.

In the club, these people have only one name—

The witcher.

The girl smiled softly, her eyes stopped on Ans El. When Ans Air raised her eyes, she did not hide her special treatment, but nodded with a smile.

"Children of the Stars."

"Now, allow me to bestow the emblem on you."

The author has something to say:

The sun belongs to angels, the moon belongs to demons, and the stars belong to human beings... These are the three realms set in this article.