Zongman: Danmachi, Three Skills At The Beginning

Olalie's night is like a dark curtain that has fallen, and the thick clouds that are very suitable for the occasion cover the bright moon and starlight.

In such weather, in the "Daedalus Block" where magic stone lamps cannot be popularized, even if an adventurer walks alone on the street, he will unknowingly fall into the maze.

"Step, step, step—"

Bell·Cranel was feeling uneasy, but there was a trace of firmness in his eyes, obviously he had made up his mind to help the heretics.

While walking, an erratic figure stood on the stone bridge at the dark end of the street.

At this time, at this place, he couldn't think of anyone who would put a pass here so boringly, so there was only one answer - the other party's appearance here was not by chance, and there was a high probability that he was waiting for him.

Thinking of the family's plan, he gritted his teeth and continued walking until the face of the other party came into his eyes clearly.

"Mr. Algon—"

Flon looked down at the 14-year-old boy in front of him, and sighed involuntarily.

The young man watched by the gods was pushed onto the world stage by them, and began his performance amidst countless people watching.

Sighing inwardly, Flon knew that he and the other party were two completely different types.

Rather than presenting a great performance to the audience on a stage where everyone is watching, he prefers to be a hidden behind-the-scenes observer, occasionally intervening.

"You shouldn't be here, Bell·Cranel. I don't need to say more, you and I know it well. As a senior, and as an insider, I can only advise you, the world is never black and white, and It's not a one-man show of heroes and villains, the world is gray, what is good and what is evil...It is very difficult to generalize. Do you know what I mean."

The teenager had a hard time understanding why Flon didn't help the heretics when he knew the truth of the matter? Why did he act impersonally? Isn't being helpful a virtue? He didn't understand, so he asked.

"You clearly know...it, they are different from other monsters. They have emotions, wisdom, and rationality just like us humans, and they can even communicate and communicate happily. It is their wish to come to the ground, Why stop all this!!~?"

Hearing this, Flon's eyes flashed with astonishment, he stared blankly at Bell Cranel for a long time, and finally shook his head with a smile.

Is this the must-have Madonna attribute of the hero in the legend? And the protagonist’s speech?’

After thinking about it again, with such innocence and simplicity, coupled with the guidance and influence of a hero-fanatic god grandfather, there is nothing wrong with being so simple.

No wonder Freya said how bright and white the soul of the other party was.

Compared with it, my own world view, vision, knowledge, and understanding of the complex relationship between individuals and races are simply not comparable to the other party.

Eventually, Flon came up with a word: the ignorant are fearless.

The boy who knew nothing, only saw the surface.

Monsters and humans are mortal enemies, but what will happen to the heretics who are mixed between them?

Once adventurers know of their existence, they will feel confused or disgusted. Adventurers' swords that were supposed to slay monsters were blunted.

Under this premise, if they encounter monsters again, they will be counterattacked and victims will appear.

Under the trend of the general trend, the world will be violently shaken, and their appearance will intensify the contradictions, and eventually cause the whole world to return to the original era of chaos.

Finally, add the oath made by the gods and the dungeon, as well as the approaching time.

It's a pity that these more complicated relationships are not something a 14-year-old boy can understand. At least, now that he is in the middle of the game—he can't see clearly, can't understand, and can't choose.

Thinking of this, Flon sighed.

"If this is your wish, then there is nothing to say. Maybe after this incident, regardless of the ending or not, you can grow up and be able to see the nature of this world and humanity more clearly. M

The positions and worldviews of the two are completely different, and explaining to each other can only be diametrically opposed, and Flon is too lazy to waste his saliva.

After speaking, Flon turned around, then looked sideways to a certain corner.

"Master Hermes, don't be so vigilant against me. If I want to keep Bell Cranel here, then to say a word of courtesy, the strength in your hands may not be enough."

"hehe....……"

Called by Flon, the blond male god walked out from the shadow of the alley with his hands raised and a wry smile on his face. As for the rest of his family, Flon said so, they are also embarrassed to stay here, after all, the Lord God gave them back Other things were arranged.

"As expected of you, Brother Flon. Perception is always so sharp. "

"No other meaning, I just happened to come here, meet by chance, meet by chance."

Flon glanced at the other party with a half-smile, and when passing by the other party, he whispered in the male god's ear.

"Master Hermes, the hero you selected seems to have deviated from your script. Do you want to restore the out-of-control puppet back to the path you set, or..."

There was a smile on Hermes' handsome face, and even his eyes didn't change at all, so it was impossible to figure out the other's expression from the surface.

But Flon is not worried, because his self-righteous script is full of loopholes.

The male god does not answer, and Flon is the best answer.

He hooked the corner of his mouth and lowered the hood on his head.

"The god Hermes (Li Dehao) should be clearer than us. Heroes are never made, but prayed for at the right time.

After all, the whole person drifted away.

With his departure, the oppressive feeling in the air slowly disappeared.

In the narrow alley, silence was restored once again.

Bell·Cranel's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

Even if Flon stood there, it gave him a suffocating sense of oppression. His own perception kept sending dangerous signals to his body, making him tense all over his body.

This is also the case, after the other party left, he felt a sense of exhaustion.

"Hey, little brother Bell. It looks like you are very tired. Is it because little brother Flon has brought you too much pressure? Well, it's normal, after all, it's him. Even the [violent man], you have to take him seriously. "