Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

The unexpected words brought Fei Suo back to his original form in an instant. After the things he didn't want to face were mercilessly exposed by the other party, it was revealed that this person did not fully accept the so-called unavoidable "arrangement".

This made him feel a little better, if Zhidiao became a complete saint, he would feel ashamed even more.

But even so, it can't cover up his blatant ambition and use.

This is where Jitori is so understanding.

Zhidiao paused for a moment, as if he was embarrassed by his gaffe just now: "Your subordinates still need your arrangements." His eyes dodged and swam away, he turned around quickly, raised his staff and recited the incantation to activate the formation again.

This incantation is very cumbersome, and the syllables are weird, but it is also long.Zhiniao almost made a mistake when he recited it for the first time, but fortunately, the system reminded him.Now I am getting more and more proficient, whether it is a light tone or a more difficult uvula trill, I have mastered it proficiently.

He even fancifully imagined whether he could use this spell after leaving this world in the future. Not to mention other effects, the lighting is really first-class, and the light effect is gorgeous.

Then it was rejected by the system.

[Theoretically, it is not feasible. You can use spells. In the final analysis, this world has partial demonic elements, and such a large-scale spell relies not on the Holy Son itself, but on the gift left by the God of Light in this world.

Switching to another world is equivalent to an emperor running to the territory of another country, and the two countries are still separated by countless time and space, which is completely out of control. ]

Zhitiao felt a little sad for a moment, and this sadness was obviously interpreted by Wu Xin as other meanings.

Ashmon quickly equipped the things he had received, and followed Fei Suo's team as a personal guard to protect the Holy Son.According to common sense, the other mercenaries are going on missions, either to contact the Light Tower of all parties, to speed up the deployment of mages, or to escort civilians to a safe place.

But Ashmond was not. Being left by Lord Shengzi was an exception. According to Ferry’s private performance and the feedback from the accompanying knights, he probably only has some strengths in bows and arrows. When fighting, it is necessary to formulate and plan the tactical cooperation in advance.

He didn't mind at all, he didn't make any noise and dragged his legs behind the team, and sat in the safe area with peace of mind, using an arrow made of a sharpened wooden stick to shoot the cocoon formed by the treeworm.

The appearance of earnestly practicing has attracted Fei Suo's attention. He is willing to guide the hardworking juniors, even if they will not join the Holy Knight Order in the future, earning a living in the ordinary mercenary regiment can also improve their ability to protect themselves.

Such kindness is also the reason why Fei Suo himself has spread his reputation far and wide.

"Raise your arms higher," he said, walking towards Ashmon, "yes, keep your bow steady, don't shake and tilt, and keep your hands steady."

Ashmon was obedient, his eyes sharpened the moment he landed on the cocoon.

The cold light left the string, and shot down the brown-green cocoon in seconds, and a wisp of light black smoke came out from it, because it was relying on the dark-brown tree trunk, it was not obvious.

"Very good." Fei Suo was naturally happy to see such a good result. He had to say that he could do it with a little guidance. He was quite talented. Naturally, he added a word of encouragement in his mouth, "You will get someone from among the mercenaries in the future." good reputation”

"Thank you for your compliment, Lord Knight!" Ashmon greeted with a smile, "Master Knight, are you busy now?"

Fei Suo didn't say anything, he couldn't say whether he was busy or not, and he had to take charge of the overall command, but now that most of the knights and mercenaries had their own responsibilities, all he had left was to personally protect the Holy Son. task.

Ashmon realized something was wrong after asking, so he immediately added: "I want to learn some combat skills, but I didn't have a good foundation before."

So you want him to help?

Fei Suo looked at the little freckles on the young man's cheeks, and immediately understood. Then he nodded, took out a long sword that was not in use from the side, and threw it into Ashmon's hand: "Attack over here."

Ashmon really didn't know swordsmanship, and his attacking posture was completely wrong, either he was accidentally knocked down by the soles of his feet, or he couldn't hold the sword in his hand and was violently thrown away.Until the latest magic circle was completed, Ashmon was still taking on the challenge of being "tortured" unilaterally, while Fei Suo was admiring his courage as he became more and more frustrated.

"Teaching the younger generation?" Zhi Niao watched for a moment, chatting casually while the two of them were resting.A large-scale magic circle takes a long time, and it takes a lot of energy for the caster to maintain the same posture for several hours, not to mention the subsequent fixing and blessing of the magic circle to ensure its stability and not be broken so easily .

Fei Suo watched the man become weaker and weaker along the way, put away the narrow sword used for teaching, and tried to step forward to provide a little support: "Why don't you rest?"

"It's a rest~" Jitori responded with a smile, "So come and have a look."

This is much softer than the awe-inspiring and inviolable appearance when the Holy Ming Pagoda prays every day. Compared with a holy son, it is a little bit like the young master of a noble family who needs to be coaxed but is sensible.

At this time, Fei Suo remembered that this generation of Holy Son seemed to be a little younger than him.

Although the two had little contact outside the Shengming Pagoda because of their different directions of practice, Fei Suo had heard of each other's name earlier, when Fei Suo was still very young and couldn't even lift an epee.

Yudmian, known as the candidate closest to the god of light.

Kindness and kindness were first seen in him as early as his childhood.

One of the most widely told stories is the generous gift of delicious food after forgiving the offense of an inferior citizen.

It's been too long, if he hadn't met Ashmon today and saw him thinking of his appearance when he was learning swordsmanship, Fei Suo would not have seen the Son have such an association.

This is exactly where Udemian is most qualified to be the son of God. He is perfect and measured, almost making everyone forget his origin, and the extravagance among the nobles cannot be seen, leaving only the "Son of Light" title.

He suddenly became curious, what did Yudmian himself do during those hours when he was not on duty in the Sanminta Tower?

Will he also have someone who wants to be close to him very much, but is deterred by people's excessive praise of the "Holy Son".

Will he be a little dependent on friends who can accompany him for a long time like those young people?

Fei Suo felt that his thoughts were getting more and more wrong. He seemed to really want to see how this person relied on him. He would be the first to think of him when he had something to say, and he would want to share with him when he found something interesting.

Furthermore, it would be even better if he can also obtain the same authority!

Not the kind of sharing in the confessional—the kind that was less about sharing than about finding a place to let out mean thoughts—he wanted more joyful sharing, like a close friend, with a picnic basket Go to the green grass to eat snacks with the tablecloth, and occasionally exchange a little bit of jokes.

No no no, the latter will not work.

The Holy Son was so well protected, if he said those things to him suddenly, the other party would probably blush nervously.But what was even worse, should be asking questions with a confused face, then it was his turn to be nervous and incoherent.

Of course, the best thing is to be able to hold him in your arms.

It's really strange to have such thoughts about a man, but every time I see the other's overly white skin and forcibly concealed pity, these thoughts pop up again by themselves.

He couldn't help it at all: go hug the world, and let me hug you.

"The farther you go, the stronger the power of the Dark God is, and the more dangerous the place that has not been illuminated by the light is. I will naturally stand in the front and tell your knights to be careful." Two swords attract, "How about learning?"

"Master Knight Commander is a very good teacher, and Ashmon has learned a lot of new things."

Jitori didn't quite understand why he had to call himself by his own name, which sounded a little strange to him, maybe it was a unique way in this world.

Just like the elder sister in the building would call herself "Nujia", the ending sound of "Zijiao" had to go around three times, so that people's hearts were crisp, and the candlesticks were cut off and the curtains were lowered.In fact, in rare cases, sisters will directly call themselves by their flower names, mostly when they first meet, they will look familiar in front of strangers, fearing that others will not know their newly bloomed flowers.

Or they accidentally offended the guests, pretending to be weak and saying "dare not", as if there was still stubbornness in their bones, clearly showing weakness, but also a little flirtatious, which made the anger unbearable.

So why does this person call himself like this?

He didn't have such a habit before.

Show weakness?

To whom?

Ashmon saw the reactions of both of them, and had a new view on this holy son who seemed not as pure as the believers had imagined.Originally, he planned to sneak in here and directly destroy him, but now a new and bolder idea came up: he wanted to abduct this person directly into his camp.

Think about it, the spiritual pillar deified by light in the world is dragged into the darkness by it, and the pure white mage robe is wrapped with red thorns that spread from the sins of the world, stretching into his sleeves, into his clothes, those beliefs love Will his people go crazy immediately?

Not to mention far away, this paladin commander will definitely go crazy.

That is the person who cherishes the Holy Son like a snowy ice flower.

Taking advantage of other people's inattention, Ashmon sneaked up to Fei Suo, tugged at his sleeve, and hinted: "Mr. Knight, do you have an unusual relationship with Mr. Shengzi?"

When asked such a question abruptly, Fei Suo couldn't immediately understand Ashmon's meaning, and frowned, he asked back: "What is an unusual relationship?" With a smile, the old face flushed, "Learn from you, don't always think about what you have and what you don't have."

Then he gave him some "homework after class", in the most exhausting way.

Ashmon's face collapsed, and he answered "Yes, my lord" aggrieved.

He made Zhiniao laugh like this, read a little humor from the shrunken facial features, and couldn't help defending Ashmon: "It's good to explain, why bother to punish secretly."

Fei Suo, who had been peeped out of his thoughts, only felt the temperature of the base of his ears suddenly rise. Fortunately, he has a physique that does not show emotion, otherwise his face might turn red into a camellia, but the neck and belly well covered by the armor did not care. All his old background was exposed.

The storm in my heart was turbulent, and I was thinking about what the Holy Son meant, but I couldn't come to a conclusion over and over again, only that little bit of "joy" couldn't be ignored no matter what.Just like an idiot pondering a riddle, whenever he figured out a little conclusion, he would secretly be happy.

What a delicious greed, hatred, and ignorance, just by being here, you will feel full and your mouth will be filled with saliva.

No, we must find a way to take this holy son away.

It won't be long before the town is in sight.

In towns shrouded by dark gods, the more people there are, the more corrupt they become.

Come on, come on, fall into the web, be entangled by me, beautiful butterfly.

Who knows who the spider is and who the butterfly is?

In a place where no one could hear or see, Zhitiao listened to Yudmian's increasingly confused language around him, looked at the spire of the light tower not far away, and made some bold guesses.