The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

Goss saw at a glance that Xavier had been infused with magic.This kind of magic can imbue others with a piece of knowledge, pictures, or memories. The advantage is that they can learn things quickly. The disadvantage is that their mental power will be damaged, and their mastery of knowledge will not improve for life.

It is impossible for a knight who force-feeds other people's moves into his mind in a few days to master those things.

However, even if there is no mastery, the treasures engraved from Ansair's body alone are enough to deal with many people.

Goss said in his heart that he is quite good at using magic for Xavier, and he used Ansair's moves to reach the highest level directly.

Unfortunately, he bumped into Goss and the master Ansair.

One is something stolen from himself, and the other has engraved every action of the righteous master in the bottom of his heart, observing and emulating it repeatedly.

If Xavier had an [-]% chance of winning, Goss and Ansair belonged to the [-]% who would never lose.

Xavier has been perfused and has a wealth of experience in dealing with long/guns.

He invoked every response that Ansair would produce, and drew large and small wounds on Goss.

Goss smiled ferociously, and when the long sword almost cut his cheek, he punched Xavier in the chest, and there was a clear fracture sound under the breastplate.

Xavier took a few steps back, coughed up blood, and looked up.

"As I recall, you have never used such a blunt force blow in combat."

Goss turned the gun in one hand, and approached him at a leisurely pace: "Be careful what you say, is that your memory?"

He gave up the flashy moves of stabbing and picking with his spear, and smashed down from above with great force, pressing Xavier who was parrying with the long sword until his face turned red and his knuckles were blue and white; then he mercilessly shot Kicked the brown-haired knight struggling to support himself.

Goss grimly watched as Xavier got up, came and slashed.

His feet didn't move at all, he lifted his knee and swept it against his calf, simply flipping him over again.

"I'll tell you for you, I haven't used legwork yet, have I?"

"I seldom use any physical strikes when facing Ansair, because I know that his strength is stronger than mine, so I can't face him head-on. Between us, it's a competition of skills and magic."

"But you skipped the most important step in your self-righteousness. There is no way to deal with it in your mind, and you are still the defeated one."

Xavier's breathing was unsteady, his eyes were dull, and he was holding on to the imitation sword, unwilling to fall down for a long time.

Xavier said to himself: "I was born... to serve the Lord."

His gaze seemed to penetrate the drowsy and quiet night, and looked at the statue of the God of Light.

Goss ended up knocking Xavier unconscious with just one magic ball.

He silently looked at Xavier who was still holding his sword and refused to give in for a while, and said, "Maybe it's not his fault."

Ansair's ghost appeared next to Goss, with his eyes also lowered.

"The God of Light conveyed an oracle to the world: 'Serve me', but the god did not tell the world why."

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The holy son Ashburn led some priests and knights to the dragon's lair, but they were all in vain.

The cave was empty, with only bare rock walls and messy drag marks on the ground.

This was a big disappointment to them: they hadn't seen the legendary treasures and artifacts piled atop the dragon's lair.

A monk suddenly noticed a gold coin embedded in the wall.

He withdrew the gold coins carefully: "Is this the wealth dropped by the evil dragon?"

The Son's pupils dilated: "Stop!"

It can't be that it fell down. If the magic dragon really lived here, with the greedy nature of the magic dragon, it will definitely take away all the treasures without leaving a penny!

However, it was already too late, the cave seemed to have opened some kind of mechanism, there was a shaking and roaring, the entrance was buried by several boulders, the corridor was pitch black, and then a lot of soil fell down.

A long, mysterious dragon language came from the air.

The boulder can be easily blasted away by magic, and the falling soil is not harmful, it is completely disgusting.

One of the knights asked Ashbourne as he brushed off the dust, "Holy Son, can you understand that sentence?"

After shaking off all the dirt on his body, Ashburn blasted the boulder at the door with a holy light bomb, and left with a gloomy face in the dust that exploded again, without looking back.

Of course he can understand the dragon language, which said: "Greed is human nature, and I will not laugh at you for it. But if you people in the Holy Court still use my hobbies to flaunt yourself, don't blame me Retrace the scene on the spot."

This vicious dragon clearly knew that the Holy See was coming to clear the payment, so it was not enough to move it out ahead of time, so it must save something to provoke them!

In fact, it was Goss's idea.

Helping the dragon to move everything away in a panic, Goss rolled his eyelids: "You suffered a sudden accident out of thin air and had to move, why don't you leave them some big gifts?"

Morgan: "...great idea!!!"

Ashburn, who returned to the Central Church, also failed to live a peaceful life.

After resting for a night, he finally calmed down from being teased and opened the door.

The Holy Son saw Xavier kneeling on one knee—his face was full of grief, like a dog begging for forgiveness after falling into the water.

"Holy Son! Terminate the knight's contract with me." Xavier didn't raise his head, and had no face to face Ashburn, "I..."

He has been kneeling for a while, most people dare not approach the Holy Son's residence, so they just pretend to do their own thing and pay attention to it secretly.

That minion, you've sneaked away three times pretending to have bugs!

With his chest blocked, Ashbourn dragged Xavier directly into the room, closed the door, and blocked the prying eyes from the door.

He sat on a chair and rubbed his temples, expressionless, and asked Xavier in a cold tone: "Say, what's going on."

"I lost the knight's life-and-death duel." Xavier was still in that pleading posture.

Ashburn: "..."

"If I remember correctly, you have only been back to church for one day?" Ashburn felt his blood flow faster, "Who are you fighting to the death? Where are you fighting to the death? Why are you fighting to the death?!"

"—Why didn't you tell me about your life-and-death duel!"

Ashburn had never spoken so fast before, and he was afraid that if he slowed down, he would make inappropriate remarks.

"The situation was urgent...but I can't say why. I am incompetent. The loser has no right to reveal the winner's secret." Xavier lowered his head even lower.

Ashburn looked at him: "No one can tell?"

Xavier: "No one."

Ashburn lowered his voice, as if whispering: "Can't even God?"

Just as Xavier was shocked, he heard the anxious voice of the priest outside the door: "Holy Son! The statue of the God of Light has been tampered with!"

Ashburn glanced at Xavier, pushed the door and walked towards the holy hall.

Xavier stood up, ignoring his numb legs, and stumbled to follow.

When we arrived at the holy hall, there was indeed a big problem: the snow-white statue of Guangming was originally blurry, but now it carved a pair of half-open eyes, exquisitely crafted and lifelike, with a purple teardrop falling under the eye.

This is simply disrespectful!

— Only selfish sinners shed purple tears, signifying remorse.

The statue was fine yesterday, but it looks like this today.

It can only be done by bad guys at night.

Ashburn narrowed his eyes and said in a stormy tone, "Where's the night guard?"

A priest shrank and knelt down in front of the Holy Son: "Because of the previous high-level missions, many high-level knight priests were sent out, and low-level priests are not qualified to guard the holy hall at night..."

Ashburn looked down at him coldly: "So, it's my fault?"

The priest turned pale with shock: "Don't dare, dare not! Please punish me for my dereliction of duty!"

"Take off the robe by yourself."

In the Holy See, taking off the divine robe means resigning from office and leaving the Holy See.

"And you," Ashburn turned to Xavier, who was in a trance, "since you want to apologize, then you are responsible for restoring the statue. If you can't even talk to your contractor, you can talk to God, right?"

Xavier put his hands on his chest and lowered his head: "Yes."

When the crowd dispersed, Xavier and the poor priest looked at each other and smiled wryly.

"Knight Xavier, Bishop of Lance." The late pope appeared at the entrance of the hall.

"Is there any difficulty for you two?"

The pope is old and his hair is all white, but he still retains the compassionate demeanor of his youth.

"My lord pope, you don't need to call me a bishop..." Lance said shamelessly, "I have already been dismissed by the Holy Son."

"I will also go to the Holy Son to terminate the contract..." Xavier also said.

Pope Orvis sighed: "Lance, you have been a bishop for ten years, and your merits are more than enough. You should be demoted to a priest according to the regulations, and you don't need to take off your holy robe. The Holy Son is just a momentary temper."

Recently, the Holy Son's temper has become more and more bad, which is very different from the lively and compassionate child when he was a child.

"As for Xavier," the pope still looked so gentle, as if he could tolerate everything, "I don't know what you did wrong, but the confessional may help you."

Xavier muttered: "The Holy Son said let me tell God about my troubles..."

Pope Orvis shook his head: "Child, do you know why there is no idol in the confessional?"

Xavier: "Why?"

Orvis: "Because confession is a kind of introspection and reflection, not asking God to forgive your sins."

Xavier stared blankly at the Pope. This old man was usually low-key and silent, but at this moment Xavier realized that he seemed to be the most transparent person who saw through the truth of the underworld.

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Morgan looked at Goss who was reading a book casually, looked at the angel who was leaning next to Goss, looked at Barberet who was pretending to eat but was observing Goss and the angel, and looked at Barberet who pretended to appreciate the treasure but was actually Watch Goss and Angel's Doug.

Goss leisurely changed his sitting position without raising his head: "What's the matter?"

"I said you," Morgan protested, "why are you gathering at my house?!"

The coercion of each one is so strong, scaring the dragon to death!

The author has something to say:

Some people doubt that Ansair is an angel, how could an angel be a villain?

Anyone who blocks the way of the protagonist is considered a villain

Can you see who the [protagonist] is in this world?