Scum cultivation system

ambiguous.

Just like the last mission, real and dreamy.I am doing tasks, but I am also alive.

Stretching out her hands, Michelia stared at her palms. These hands did not look like her original hands. There were thin calluses on the fingertips and the edges of the palms, which were the marks left by her years of exercise. In the case of infinite resurrection, it is not like the hands of ordinary civilians.

Ah, I am, the brave.

Michelia murmured in her heart, because the word "brave" seemed to gradually ripple in the dark deep water.

Decadence or failure are not suitable for the brave, right?Even if you keep falling down, you have to keep getting up.This is the brave, isn't it?

With a smile on her face, Michelia felt much better.The scared, sad, and hated self seemed to be getting further and further away.

Now that you're all out of the house, let's take it easy and play.

Michelia raised her head, and headed towards the lively place that she didn't pay attention to at all in the past, and was obsessed with leveling and ignored.

Never-before-seen exotic snacks, never-before-seen interesting street gadgets that exist because of magic, let the brave who let go play indulge in them.

Unknowingly, when it was late at night, the bustling crowd gradually dispersed.

It's time to go home. Although there are still some people who are probably going to play all night, the large group still returns to their homes.

It's time for the brave to go back.

Michelia didn't buy a lot of things, except for food, there were two small handicrafts, which were rare styles. She planned to give one to Jira and the other to Knott.

As for the Holy Maiden, it is better not to give away street gadgets indiscriminately.He is a high-level figure in the church, so there is no need for him to send these things that people will misunderstand.

Stuffing the small handicrafts to be given away into her bosom, Michelia returned to the church, the light of the lighting magic also dimmed, as if she had entered a sleep mode.The atmosphere on the street was full of excitement earlier, but as the crowd dispersed and the lights dimmed, it became much more lonely.But the hero who is in a good mood now doesn't feel that there is anything to be depressed about. Instead, she feels a sense of fulfillment after being satisfied.

On the way back to the church, the brave man meets an unexpected person.

It was Gila who was alone, the young girl with blond hair and blue eyes was very conspicuous, and the constant attention of passers-by was also very noticeable.

Gila is the "Oracle Brave" who is currently on fire. Is it really okay for such a person to be outside?

Now that he has calmed down and can think calmly, the brave man realizes that Gila is very lovable in terms of appearance.Knowing that he is the same age as himself, but because of the mixed blood of the demon race, Gila still looks like a child, very immature, as if he can easily hurt her.

Michelia's heart began to waver when she wanted to reject such a young child's love.After all, the development of the demon mixed blood is half later than that of humans, maybe the mentality is also the same?Jira behaved very maturely, but in fact she was still a child in her mentality, so the kind of liking she said was just like a child's house wine, it's better not to think too much.

That's right, at this time, you have to maturely agree with her. After Gila grows up, you gradually realize your own mentality problems, and then naturally become like boys, and become a member of a different world who thinks similar to other people.

Besides, I won't have anything to do with someone other than the target of the capture, so what is there to worry about?

Michelia, who was relieved, was about to say hello to Gila, but when she got closer, she saw that she was talking to someone else.

Ah, it's not good to disturb me at this time, is it?The brave man hesitated, and simply stopped, standing a little far away from the conversation and waiting for the two to finish speaking.

Gila's expression was very serious, but also indifferent. Such an indifferent attitude appeared on the child's face, but it would not make people feel scared, and could not arouse tension at all.

Although it can be predicted from Gila's current appearance that she will look very good-looking when she grows up, and she will definitely have the kind of deep and moving facial features that are popular, but for now, the face of a child is really not deterrent at all. , It doesn't make people feel scared, but it has a cute feeling.

What I regard as my salvation is such a child, who is only at the height of my waist, why is it so much more reliable than myself, so that my clumsy self wants to rely on it?

Although he has calmed down, the hero still feels that he needs to rely on Gila.It is precisely because you have calmed down and know that you can do nothing by yourself alone, so you need to seek help from others. When you reach out, you are not asking for it, but giving what you can give, and in exchange for what the other party has. able to pay.

Only in this way, only if you don't try to be brave, can you defeat the devil king.

The brave man who waited quietly, saw the person talking to Jira become more and more excited, waving his arms so widely that it made people wonder if he would hit him.

"Why do you have such an idea! You are the real oracle hero!"

Gradually, the voice became so loud that Michelia could hear it.

"You can kill the Demon King, why let her go! What's the point of handing it over to that useless brave man before! As long as the Demon King dies, the world will be peaceful!"

The excited, unknown male seemed to be trying to convince Gila of something.

It took Michelia a few seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence, so Gila can defeat the devil, can kill the devil, but leave this kind of thing to herself?

"Don't say that about her."

Jira, who had been silent for a long time, spoke when the other party said the useless hero.

"That kind of talent is not enough, without a brave man with a beautiful and strong heart like you——"

"You can't speak ill of Liya."

The low voice, which was obviously a whisper, spread far away, allowing even the brave man who had no intention of eavesdropping to hear it clearly.

The man flinched in fear, but still avoided the topic of the hero.

"Why are you so stubborn? Wouldn't it be a good thing to defeat the Demon King early? If you leave this kind of matter to that brave man, even ten years later, the Demon King will not be defeated."

"As long as Liya is happy."

"As a brave man, how can you make such a declaration!"

The man was flinching, but Jira's words made him even angrier.

Michelia approached unknowingly. She didn't intend to eavesdrop, but when she heard herself and the Demon King appearing in the conversation, she subconsciously paid attention.

"A brave man is what he became for Lia,"

There was no confusion in Jira's eyes, and she was not afraid even if she stared at adults who were taller than herself.

"You...you are so...really..."

The man took a step back, respecting the hero's performance and the impact of Jira's words, making him seem to say some excessive words.

But because the male retreated, he noticed Michelia's arrival.

"Former hero, Michelia."

The man glared at the hero with almost hostile eyes, uttered a last word towards Kira, turned around and left without waiting for a response.

"Please think again."

The man who unilaterally terminated the conversation seemed to be displeased to see Michelia and left.

On the now empty street, there are only two people, Hero and Gila.

"Jira..."

It was the brave who spoke first, and she rarely took the initiative to do something, but in the current atmosphere, no matter how you looked at it, Jira couldn't let Jira speak first.

And for herself who accidentally overheard, Michelia was also a little embarrassed.

"Lia."

Gila, who nodded in response, had a much more vivid expression, not the indifference of outsiders, but the warmth with a smile.Such an obvious gap also made Michelia's heart warm.

"Why did you come to the capital? Are you not at the headquarters?"

Stepping forward a few steps and walking in front of Jira, the brave subconsciously squatted down to make his gaze less condescending.

"I want to see Liya, so I'll come here."

Looking down at the brave man in front of him, Ji La stretched out his hand, like a child asking for a warm hug, and hugged him tightly like a large plush toy.

Michelia also reached out and hugged Gila.

"Do you want to go to church with me? It's too late now."

The brave man who calmed down and could deal with Gila normally proposed to the other party.Unexpectedly, she was rejected by her who thought she would not refuse.

"No, I don't like it there. Leah come with me."

Gila who shook her head looked younger, and Lan Moo, whose eyes reflected the firelight, looked clear and bright.

"Okay, then I have to go back tomorrow morning, I have homework to do."

The brave man who quickly compromised thought about it, and simply agreed.Anyway, it would be good to get up early tomorrow morning and go back, so as not to delay my training.

"Ah."

Gila nodded, letting go of the brave man.

Michelia stood up, waiting for Gila to lead the way.The headquarters of the association is some distance away from Wangdu, and Gila must have a temporary place to live here.It doesn't matter if she doesn't like church, anyway, I just go to accompany her for one night.

"Hold hands."

Gila did not take a step, but looked up at the hero, and raised her left hand.

"Ah good."

Dazed for a moment, the brave man grabbed that tender little hand.

Because Jila, who is a magician, needs less hand training, her palms are much softer than Michelia's, without a trace of calluses, and with the size of a child, it makes people feel even more slender and pleasant.

Just holding hands with a friend, Michelia didn't feel much, at most she just felt that the other party's hands were really soft.But when Jira looked over, her side face was a little red.

Children are always shy.The brave man, who has become more mature inexplicably, looks at Jira with the caring eyes he looks at a child.

The other party didn't notice the brave man's gaze, and dragged the brave man towards the hotel where he was temporarily staying.

On the quiet street, people would occasionally pass by, and the eyes of passers-by were mostly focused on Jira. For the brave man, a glance at most was enough.

Gila didn't care about other people's eyes at all, and tightly held the hero's hand. Although her small fingers couldn't fully grasp the opponent's hands, the heart of never letting go would never shrink.

Michelia followed Gila to an inconspicuous wooden building, on which the sign of the hotel was hung in a low-key manner, remote and unobtrusive.

Gila pushed open the door. The downstairs is a typical tavern. Many hotels are like this. The downstairs is a tavern at night, and the upstairs is accommodation. Some downstairs will be converted into restaurants during the day.

I don't know how this house is, but judging from Jila's familiarity, it is not the first time for her to come to the capital, nor is it the first time to live here.

According to Michelia's memory, it was the first time she knew that Gila had come to the capital.It should have happened when I acted alone before.

Gila didn't let go of the brave man's hand when walking up the stairs, even if the posture was awkward, she still maintained her stubbornness.

Michelia couldn't help but feel amused in her heart, and with her current strength, she didn't wait for Gila to go on, and took a few steps forward to hug Gila.

"Lead the way, it's easier to walk this way."

The brave man looked down at his arms, because of the sudden hug, he let go of Jira, who was holding the clothes on his chest with both hands.

Jira's face was a little red, her eyes wandered, and her voice became weak.

"In... the last room on the left on the third... third floor..."

After saying that, Gila buried her face in Michelia's arms.

The brave glanced at Jira who refused to look up again with a funny look, and walked up with a stride.

Her current strength is enough to support her to carry a seven-year-old child forward, and Jira is relatively light. I wonder if she is eating well?

In my impression, Gila has always had a small appetite and doesn't like to eat. Her usual sense of presence is very thin. Only when she is fighting and talking to her, will she be very aware of the other party.

Why does Jira like herself like this?Maybe it's just because of his strange appearance.

It's completely different from people in this world, and Gila's appearance is also one of the taboos for people in this world.

Michelia, who was recognized as a companion, finally understood at this time, the true meaning of that affection.

Ah, if that's the case, you can't just refuse directly, let's slowly guide Jira to let go of this feeling.

After all, I can only attack the devil, and I have to complete the tasks of scum, so I can't and don't have the energy to play love games with my friends.

Feeling the slight vibration of Gila's chest in his arms, and the unbelievably light weight.

Michelia's heart softened.

It was this person who rescued himself from the abyss of despair, and it was this person who rescued himself again from the hands of the devil.

It's just this, a child-like body, why does it have such a huge energy?

Because it is a demon mixed blood?Michelia also couldn't think of the origin of this abnormal power.

It should be the power of the demons, right?

But if even the Demon King can be killed, judging from the man's words, Gila should be the strongest existence so far, because he is stronger than the Demon King.Can such a person be born just as a hybrid of demons and humans?

What's the secret about Gila?

Michelia didn't want to search.Everyone has secrets, and I also have them. As a friend, this is enough.Gila will not hurt herself, and she will not hurt her, and the rest is not important.

If there is something a friend doesn't want others to know, one day he will be willing to tell himself.It doesn't matter if you don't know it all the time.

The severed horn on Gila's head was very conspicuous, stinging the brave man's eyes.

It was the horn that was cut off for her own sake. Michelia knew very well that Gila had no problem escaping with her ability at that time, and besides, the target of the demon king was only herself.

Even so, Gila stayed and even awakened the bloodline.

That smell was hateful to the brave, but it was the key to Gila's salvation.

Moreover, I don't know if it's because of the mixed blood, even though Gila has the smell of the demons, in the current human form, Michelia can't smell the smell that is disgusting to her at all.

Even in memory, Gila of the Demon Race didn't let himself smell disgusting.

Very light, not so much disgust as reassurance.Even though the smell is the same as that of the demons, Jira's smell is completely different.

Jira's breathing was very light, and as the brave man moved forward, her fingertips clenched the fabric of her chest.

When they reached the door of the room Jira had mentioned, the brave man let her go.

The shameless expression on Gila's face made the brave man laugh, and for the first time he rubbed Gila's hair like a child.

"Okay, I'll hug you next time I have a chance."

Jira has always hated being treated like a child, but this time she was treated like this by the brave man, but she didn't show any signs of anger, she just blushed and said nothing, turned and opened the door.

The brave man in a good mood followed Jira into the door, and took it with him.I took a little look at the furnishings of the room.

The layout is similar to the hotel I stayed in before, and the sound insulation is very good. After walking to the third floor, let alone the sound of the tavern downstairs, even if there is someone next door, you can't hear it at all.It's a good place to hide.

The brave man who went to the chair and sat down on his own didn't care about Jira's hospitality, anyway, there was no need for such politeness between them.

Gila sat on the edge of the bed, sitting in a well-behaved posture, looking very much like the educated lady in her impression.

The brave man knew that she grew up with him, that she was still a childhood sweetheart, and she was not a child of a rich family, but that kind of natural temperament could not be imitated no matter what.

What a noble-looking man indeed.

I don't know how I became friends with this kind of person who I usually avoid, and then became such a bond as I am now.But the brave man is very fortunate in his heart. With Jira's existence, he will not be overwhelmed by negative emotions.

There was silence for a few seconds, and after three days of consideration, the brave man wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to continue.

That's right, since the decision was made in the first place, the extra time was only used to organize the words, the brave man spoke.

"Jira, what you told me to think about yesterday...I've already thought about it."

"Ah."

Gila straightened her back, and her already upright sitting posture became even more upright.She watched Michelia nervously, not hiding her emotion.

In front of the brave, Gila has always been so frank and direct, and will not disguise her feelings.

The brave man responded to her with a serious expression. This matter needs to be serious. Although Michelia knew to some extent that this should be just a misunderstanding of a young child, she still responded with an equal attitude.

"I like Jira very much. I like my friend. I like it so much that I don't want to lose it. Jira is a very important existence to me. I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to deceive you. Now I have no love for you. That kind of liking, and I don't want to marry Jira. This is my answer. I can't accept your liking for me and wanting to get married. I'm really sorry."

Bowing down deeply, the brave man dared not look up at the opponent.Even if you have already decided to refuse, but actually saying it is another matter, did you express it well?I still feel that the speech is very messy, obviously I have conceived it in my head many times, but it is still the same when I say it, it seems to hurt Jira's words.

"Well, I received it, and I understand Liya's answer."

Gila spoke in a small voice, from which she could hear a nod.

The brave man took a deep breath, raised his head, and what caught his eyes was an unexpected scene.

"It doesn't matter, I will still like Liya, until the day Liya also likes me."

The person smiling in front of him, why would he shed tears?

Gila nodded while laughing, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Is it because he was rejected by the hero?Michelia choked for breath, because it was rare, and it was the first time in my impression.

Did Gila actually cry?Did you cry because of your own words?

The strong self-condemnation made the hero feel guilty. She didn't know what to say, but she intuitively knew that she should say nothing at this time.

While maintaining her smile, Gila's voice became choked.

"Huh? What's going on...it's strange...why..."

Gila wiped away the tears with the palm of her hand, but the tears were completely disrespectful and never stopped.

"Why are you crying, I'm not sad... Liya will reject me, I knew it from the beginning... why... the tears can't stop... ah, it's disgusting... why are you always crying..."

Weeping, Jira wiped the back of her hand vigorously after her palms were covered with tears, her eyes were a little red.

Unable to keep silent, Michelia reached out to hand the handkerchief, but Gila didn't even notice it.

Don't manage to warn yourself, the brave man hugged his crying friend in his arms.

Michelia lowered her head and gently wiped Gila's eyes with a handkerchief, while the other's hands tightly grasped the brave man's clothes.

"It's a lie... tears or something... I don't want to cry at all..."

"Well, I know, Gila doesn't want to cry."

"Liya, it's too much..."

"Well, I'm too much."

"Even if you reject Jira, you can't disappear..."

"Not going."

"Woo... Liya, you idiot..."

"Yes, I'm an idiot."

"Idiot idiot idiot idiot idiot."

Gila lightly hammered Michelia's chest, the strength was really light, so light that the brave man could not feel any pain at all, and almost could not feel the opponent's fist landed on his body.

"I won't give up, even if Liya keeps rejecting me, I won't give up, I will definitely make Liya like me!"

Gila, who cried and said that, doesn't look domineering at all.Mingming's words are so swearing, but on the outside it looks so weak that he will be bullied to the point of giving up.

"okay, I get it."

Michelia's heart became soft, and she carefully wiped the other party's tears with a handkerchief. The originally complicated mood in her heart also became calm and clean at this moment.

Gila is indeed a very important existence to himself.

The brave she once again confirmed this fact.

☆、Chapter 55 558.1-8.3.1

Accompanying Jila for one night, this time the two of them fell asleep together on the bed, Michelia didn't suffer from insomnia anymore, she was drilled into Jila's arms and hugged her waist.

Considering the other party's mood, the brave man couldn't refuse this hug.Hugging between friends is normal, right?

In addition, I have already made it clear, so Jira will not be misunderstood.So tonight's hugging and sleeping is just to keep warm.

Michelia, who was hugging Jira, recalled the past that seemed so far away in her previous life. Sometimes her sister couldn't fall asleep, so she climbed onto her bed and asked her to sleep in her hug, otherwise she would lose her temper.

At that time, I hugged it like this, but my sister was a little taller, reaching my chest.

The pain of losing a loved one is still in his chest, but now the brave man can look at it more rationally.

I also want to go back to the village to take another look. Even though I know that I am not qualified to go to mourn, who else can go besides myself?

The self who has been avoiding and unwilling to look back, and doesn't even know how the relatives are buried, so selfishly avoiding everything, it's time to take a look.It can be regarded as making myself determined not to lose control again, and not to kill the devil when I am not sure, I will only involve myself in it.

After a sleepless night, the sky was slightly brighter after waking up, and it was time to go back.Originally, the brave man was going to leave a note, but he didn't expect to come together, and Gila woke up on the bed.

Jira rubbing her eyes looked very childish, not at all calm and calm at all, only at this time, she looked like a naive child.

Michelia looked at the sky and decided to have breakfast with Jira before leaving.

"Lia..."

Muttering the name of the brave man, Gila fell to the ground with her eyes closed, walked over unsteadily and hugged the brave man's waist.

"Good morning……"

"Good morning, Gila."

The brave caught Jira with a smile and waited for her to regain consciousness.

Children always have low blood pressure, especially when they get up early, and Jira doesn't look like she's fully awake.

The brave man who was originally hypotensive has gradually corrected this problem recently. When he opened his eyes, his consciousness was almost awake. Maybe this was also because of the constant nightmares.

Having not been troubled by painful memories for two consecutive days, Michelia's spirit improved a lot, and she was able to treat her friends tenderly.

They waited until Jira was fully conscious before they went downstairs to eat.This hotel also served breakfast, and the owner of the hotel didn't seem to care much about the identity of the brave Gila, and seemed very casual, which made Michelia feel relieved.

Michelia and Gila finished their breakfast quietly, and the brave man had no choice but to leave. If he didn't leave, the sky would be completely bright.Jila also seemed to have some things to deal with, so she didn't keep her anymore, and the two parted ways when they left the house.

When they arrived at the monastery, the sky was bright, and Michelia was stopped by the guards waiting in front of the door.

The saint seems to have been waiting for her a long time ago, asking her to go to the library next to the main church.

Michelia felt a little guilty for the other party's positive attitude. She ran out to play for a while last night, and only came back now.He clearly said that he was the one who wanted to help, but in the end, the other party was more caring than himself.

Following the guide of the attendants to the front of the library, the shape of the building here is like an open book, which is very huge and conspicuous.

Michelia thanked the attendants and walked in.

When I opened the door, I could smell the faint aroma of books and ink. Books in other worlds are also made of paper. Michelia understood this when she got the monster illustrated book in her hand when she was a child.

Looking far away, I still can't see the end of the bookshelf. Looking up, it seems to be so tall that it can reach the sky.The road here is completely squeezed between two bookshelves, there is no such way as in the usual library, and nothing can be seen except the bookshelves.

There are only tall bookshelves in front of the brave man, and she can't see anything else. There are several paths cut by the bookshelves in front of her, but she doesn't know where to go.

There shouldn't be a collection of books from all over the world, right?Michelia didn't know whether to choose the front road or the side road.There are bookshelves full of books in front of her, some in a language she can understand, some in a language she can't understand at all, and some are just paintings in her opinion.

The deep breath of history wafts in the air, making people involuntarily quiet down, not daring to make a sound.Since the brave man came in, she hadn't heard any sound. If she hadn't looked back to see the door, she would have wondered if she had entered another dimension.The ultimate silence, or rather the silence surrounding the brave man.

There is no trace of human existence in the library at all.

The hesitant brave man wanted to call out to the saint, but he didn't know the name of the other party, and he was worried that he would disturb others when he spoke loudly in such a quiet place, so he had to choose a random direction in silence and walked into the pile of bookshelves Take a chance.

"Master Brave, walk through the bookshelf in front of you and turn left, then turn right at the end, I'll be waiting for you at the end."

I don't know where the sound came from. The brave man looked around but couldn't see the figure of the saint. This is probably a kind of magic or magic.

Had to follow the other party's guidance to move forward. The brave man carefully dodged and sometimes saw the pile of books piled up next to the bookshelf. With the experience of working in a bookstore, he quickly adapted to such an environment.

Dodging the pile of books, remembering the reminder to move forward, the brave man gradually penetrated into the library, where is his current position?The brave man who had no concept of orientation was a little dizzy.

Just looking at the almost identical bookshelves in front of me made me dizzy, and I didn't know where to go or how to go back.

Following the prompts to the end, the saint stood in front of the bookshelf with a thick book in her hand, looking down at the book, looking very quiet and leisurely. It would have been better if it wasn't in this gloomy environment.

Although there are so many bookshelves and no lighting magic is seen, Michelia can still see the surrounding environment clearly, as if there is some invisible light source.

It's just that the light is not obvious, it's faint enough for people to see the words on the book clearly, but it can't see further.Gives a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

The saint obviously knew about the brave man's arrival, otherwise she would not have told her how to get here, but only waited until the brave man walked in front of her, then raised her head and greeted her with a smile.

Obviously the saintess's expression didn't look angry at all, but Michelia felt a hair on her back, and shrunk her neck carefully.

"That... last night I..."

"This is not an example. If the brave man wants to defeat the devil king, it is better to maintain a sense of urgency in the battle at all times."

The smiling saint interrupted the brave man's self-justification, without accusing her at all.

"Yes, yes. I see."

"Then let's start today's training."

The Holy Maiden closed the book, flicked her sleeves, and the narrow space in front of her became wider, and the bookshelves automatically moved to the left and right, as if Moses divided the sea, leaving enough room for a large bed.

What's even more amazing is that the ground in front of the brave man still bulged up, deforming into the shape of a table, and the chair automatically rose under the brave man's feet, supporting her on it.

"Wow--"

The brave man who couldn't help but let out a gasp of exclamation touched the armrest of the chair under him, and what he felt was the texture of wood, and when he looked down, the texture of a book page emerged again.

"What is this? Magic?"

The brave man looked up at the saint who was also sitting on the chair.

"No, it's a divine art. A favor bestowed by the goddess on believers."

"That's right."

The brave man looked around the big change, and with the fingertips of the saint protruding above, a white ball of light also appeared. It was not the lighting magic of this world, but more similar to the light bulb in the brave man's concept.

The originally hazy light became as bright as day, and the brave man looked at the saint with great interest.

"What are you going to talk about today?"

"What I want to talk about today is the birth of the Demon King."

"Demon King, didn't he exist from the beginning?"

In almost all the RPGs of the Demon King and Heroes, the existence of the Demon King is a matter of course. I haven't seen anyone who will specifically explain the origin of the Demon King, unless the Demon King is the protagonist.

"No, the Demon King was born later."

"Was that always the Demon King now?"

The saint brewed another pot of black tea, stretched out her hand to float the teacup, and gently floated in front of the brave man.

"Ah, thanks."

The brave man reacted and stretched out his hand to pick it up. The saintess frowned, but patiently answered the brave man's question.

"There have been many devil kings, and the current devil king is not the original one."

"That--"

"Wait for me to tell you slowly, and then ask questions after I finish talking?"

The saint's smiling face looked oppressive, which made Michelia obediently take a sip of the black tea in her hand and nodded.

This black tea is really delicious. Michelle, who is not particular about drinking tea, only knows that she likes the taste, and she can't say anything.The warm taste slides into the esophagus with sweetness that will not be greasy, and you can feel the warmth spreading from the mouth all the way to the stomach.It is a taste that makes people feel happy, and it is also the taste that Michelia loves to drink.

"Can you hear me now?"

The smiling face is really scary.Only then did the brave man realize that he was in a daze while drinking tea, he quickly bowed his head and apologized, and asked the saint to continue.

Taking a sip of tea, the saint spoke in a calm and emotionless voice.

"In the beginning, there were only demons. At that time, the demons were divided into various levels and grades like now. The difference is that only the demon king does not exist. Then one day, a war broke out in the human world, and countless casualties and undead people died Resentment gave birth to the first demon king. The original demon king was one of the highest-ranked group of demons. He defeated everyone else and had the name of the strongest. With the power of the resentment spirit, this demon king gained an unprecedented Powerful power. Afterwards, the world fell into despair, and the demons invaded the human world and ruled here. All those who resisted were killed, plus the number of people who died in the war, the human race was on the verge of extinction."

The saint took a sip of tea to moisten her throat, and was silent for a moment, her eyes seemed a little dazed, maybe it was because of recalling that period of history that made her look distracted.

"At this time, the first brave man was born. The goddess heard our prayers and sent an oracle. The first brave man was the princess of a kingdom. Her country was destroyed when the demons invaded, and she was the only one in the entire royal family. One person survived. The brave man who was blessed by the goddess defeated the devil with the help of the church and sealed him up. After hundreds of years of peaceful life, the brave man of that year has died, and the devil has also gradually aged and died under the seal. Humans thought that everything would end in this way. After a long period of peace, war broke out in the human world, and then the devil king was born again. At the same time as the devil king was born this time, the oracle of the goddess also fell. This battle is very long, the brave man The aptitude is not as strong as the first generation, and it took a long time to train, and there was no association of brave men in the world at that time, and no one and no organization could stop the raging of the devil. After the brave grew up and sealed the devil, many people died .”

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The brave man digested the words of the saint in silence.

"Afterwards, the cycle continued until the demon king was killed by a brave man. That brave man was the strongest in history. He didn't seal the demon king, but directly killed the demon king. The crisis was quickly resolved, but Not long after the death of the demon king, another demon king was born in the battle between the high-level demons. This is why we know that the demon king will not be eliminated. If one dies, the next one will still be selected through the most powerful way .After killing three demon kings, the strongest brave man chose to seal the demon king