i used to be a devil

Not everyone can see clearly what kind of person they are facing like Gershon Michelle.

Of course, not everyone can make Gersheng Michel feel that he should see clearly what level he is like like Yirang.

After witnessing everything going backwards with his own eyes, Gersheng Michel had countless thoughts in his heart before he regretted it, and since time has gone backwards, please let him take back all his previous words...

However, time magic is such a rogue—or in other words, the time manipulated by Yirang is such a rogue. When everything starts again, it does not give you a chance to choose again.

When Gershen Michel realized that everyone's time except himself had been set back so lightly, he suddenly felt that he had forgotten to be cautious all these years, perhaps because he had been in Gail's house for too long.

Or maybe—it's because I've been in contact with the wayward young lady for a long time, and my brain is not working well, maybe.

As a teacher, should he be replaced?

With such thoughts in mind, Gersheng Michel honestly handed in the money without explaining too much, but quietly watched the other party accept the contract, turned and left.

During this process, the surrounding mercenaries laughed and booed——

No matter from the point of view of physique or his own momentum, Gersheng Michel should not be the one being threatened.

Three-star mage, and looking at his exhausted mana, all the superficial conditions are connected, and people instinctively feel that the knight who looks very powerful in front of him is just a good-for-nothing.

Of course, these Geersheng don't care.

Maybe he didn't have the right to despise everything when facing Yi Rang, but when facing these mortal shrimps, the situation was different.

No matter what kind of views these guys have in the forest of monsters, it doesn't make sense to him.

He turned to Sophia, earnestly asking to end this meaningless run away from home, "Since your guards have left, I think we should leave, miss."

This farce is really enough.

The talented eldest lady played the trick of running away from home because she was dissatisfied with the arrangement of her family. As a teacher, she came to protect her because of the request of Patriarch Gail.

It was just a small matter at first, but now it made him feel troublesome.

——A high-level mage who used a three-star mage to cover up his identity, and it was the kind of cover that he felt could not estimate his strength.

With such a low probability that the young lady in front of her would run into her, Gersheng Michel felt that it was better to stop at this point about running away from home.

Furthermore, this year's big beast tide is approaching, and in such a small place, there are always worries.

These details were not clearly explained to Sophia, but the simple and shocking words aroused the displeasure of the little girl.

Sophia's height didn't stand out much, and the little girl suppressed her displeasure when she heard the words, "Gersheng, do you know what you're doing?"

Everything is different from what they discussed before.

Although he was already so angry with this guy in front of him, he was still scrupulous and didn't raise his voice too loudly.

The latter was still a little distracted, but now he came back to his senses, maintaining the same cold face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years. "The plan is not set in stone, my lady."

After completing the registration of the previously accepted contract, Sophia, who heard this, felt the deep contempt in the other party's words.

"you!"

"Otherwise, you can send an entrustment now."

As Geersheng Michelle said this, the grudge all over his body suddenly surged, like a magic egg exploding, which silenced the group of mercenaries who were watching.

Just now, he might have thought that this guy couldn't even deal with a three-star mage whose mana was depleted. Now that he seems to be entrusting him, maybe the knight wants the little mage to pay for his nonsense instead of getting his hands dirty?

The mercenaries who originally had some thoughts in their minds spread out one by one. After Gersheng Michel finished speaking, he didn't care if all those guys left, but pointed to the bulletin board of the mercenary group. A dark red area, which is too conspicuous to some extent.

It's kind of like shouting, look at me, I have a special service here-

The kind that kills people.

……

"Hey, that unlucky mage in front."

Seven thousand gold coins is about a huge sum of money, right?

While thinking this way, Yi Rang thought about how many apples he should bring for this outing.

There is not much difference between Yirang's preparations for the outing before going to the Forest of Demon's Breath and ordinary people's outings.

According to him, he didn't have that much money to prepare magic defense scrolls and potions just in case.

In contrast, it is more reliable to choose to bring a little snack.

Picking two apples at random, Yi Rang raised his hand to the terrified boss in front of him, then turned around slowly, pointed at the person who had just spoken, and asked, "Unlucky face, are you referring to me?"

"Crap... nonsense!"

Facing Yi Rang head-on, the guy with the hideous scar on his face stuttered unconsciously.Aware of his weakness in momentum, he spat suddenly, and then strode forward, "I'm talking about you."

"Is something wrong?"

"Why are you pretending to be stupid? When you were in the mercenary guild, you acted like so many people were blind. Hand over your things."

"Now on the street, I gave you something, are you blind to those people who are in the dark?"

Not this person.

Yi Rang casually threw a gold coin to the boss with some despondency, and took away the packed apples.Yi Rang, who thought the conversation was over, left with a more conspicuous gesture, it was so obvious that the other party was insulted just in a wrong body.

People with so many postures in their hands have no good temper after all, especially seeing Yi Rang's soft persimmon-like face with kidney deficiency, it is not incomprehensible to immediately punch and draw a knife and move his hands and feet.

The weapon was not used.

Maybe it's because Yirang's weak-faced and sickly face is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The way the hands-on mercenaries choose is to grab the collar, which is quite common.

According to the normal style of painting, the mage of Samsung has no power to restrain the chicken, and he is described as embarrassed after being taught——

Yi Rang, who was being grabbed by the collar, did not make any resistance movements. His mana was exhausted and his face turned pale, so that the other party was not worried that he would suddenly throw some Pyroblast or other spells to counterattack.

"...How about another place? Although it's a small place, there are still people patrolling the streets."

In terms of height difference, Yi Rang felt that the other party raised him to the same height. It was just that the posture of being held by the collar was indeed a burden for this body.

He raised his hand and squeezed the opponent's knuckles, as if he was struggling to break free from the opponent's control, and in the next second, the mercenary who didn't seem to be a talkative character suddenly let go.

Yi Rang, who landed steadily, seemed to have nothing to do with embarrassment, and his expression was calm and lifeless, and he was not annoyed by being humiliated.

No one could see this indifferent look—after all, from the moment he appeared on the stage, he looked embarrassed and weak, as if he was about to vomit blood and die in the next second.

Now, in the eyes of many onlookers, he is a poor wretch, holding on to the last face and not wanting to be beaten into a puddle of mud in public.

It's just that no one knows how the mercenary who had his knuckles pinched by this mass of "mud" feels now.

Putting that hand back to his side without expression, there are only two thoughts in his mind now: first, make this mage hand over all the money, and second, teach him a severe lesson.

Just raising his hand to straighten the neckline a little, Yi Rang turned around and walked away, not worried at all about the mercenary who stood opposite him like a big devil with a shield of meat.

Yirang walked at a brisk pace, and the onlookers all looked sideways at the mercenary who was still standing there.

The mercenary he—

What can I do?Of course it is to follow up honestly!

Every city, county, and town in the empire has street patrol guards, sufficient in number and well-equipped to protect the security of the town.

In big cities, these people are selected from the knight order of the church, for a small place like them——

That is the local ruffians, rogues and bandits.

And they are all very powerful ones—the knights of the church are not leeks, they harvest casually, crop after crop, and when the number of people is limited, the street patrol guards in small places are recruited by themselves.

Stability, food, housing and money, daily job is to patrol the streets to ensure law and order, and beat down those who make troubles - I don't know how much more cost-effective than going to fight with the monsters.

These back and forth reasons can only be summed up in one sentence: the guy who is still relying on the mission of the mercenary union can't beat the street patrol, and he blatantly threatened Yi Rang on the street, simply because he lost his mind for a moment.

That's seven thousand gold coins!

Think about the fact that the sorcerer gave the fruit stand owner a gold coin just now. This kind of person is a weakling with a lot of money, and it is really rare to meet a second one in this life.

The mercenary who reported this idea continued to follow Yi Rang into the alley in a daze.

"Well--"

The mercenary who had just walked into the alley just stood still behind Yi Rang, and before he could even say a threat, Yi Rang, who was only two or three steps away in front of him, suddenly turned around and bullied him. It was because of years of fighting instinct that he failed to respond.

The cut in the neck was throbbing with pain. Lying on the ground on his back, he could clearly see that what Yi Rang was holding in his hand was his dagger...

--when?

He wanted to speak, but he could only make a hooting sound when he opened his mouth a few times. He saw the three-star mage skillfully playing with the weapon in his hand, but his eyes were not on him. "This is the red mission card?"

Yi Rang looked down at the unknown passer-by who was almost dead, and carefully looked at another unkind hood in front of him.

There is nothing special about the clothes she wears, except for the hood she wears, they are not ordinary clothes that are very conspicuous.

The mask should have been put on just now, right?

After carefully looking at the red mission contract shown in Hood's hand, he took it back before he had time to pay attention to the reward after reading the content.

"At least let me see the reward." Yi Rang complained with a smile, "I'm not a rich man."

If Irang Field was so valuable, he wouldn't mind killing the hood in front of him and taking Yiran Field's head to collect the money.

Clothes, it doesn't matter which one you wear, does it?

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