Secret: I, the hermit, want to make progress too much

Chapter 42 There are enough crazy people in this world
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Roy held his cane upside down and danced like a tiger.

Gawain watched for a while, and when Roy stopped, he said: "Your fighting skills——"

"I found that the cane is a very useful and portable weapon, so I wanted to practice more."

Roy explained with a smile.

Gawain shook his head: "You killed someone yesterday, and you used a cane, and you still have the murderous nature in your body."

Roy was stunned, and then said: "I can't notice it at all."

"It's normal. Only veterans on the battlefield can see that there is a difference between using a melee weapon and a gun when killing people."

Gawain sat down on one side.

Roy understood and nodded slightly.

"When you kill someone with a gun, blood won't splash on your body after a few steps. But when you kill someone with a cane or a knife, the scene is quite bloody and the impression is even more profound."

To be precise, yesterday was not the first time he killed someone in close combat.

The first time I used a dagger, I stabbed the opponent in the throat and blood splashed all over his face.

That was the most profound impression.

Yesterday, it was just a child's play in comparison. Roy guessed that his condition may be more due to the residual influence of the rage mask.

Roy didn't explain in detail.

Gao Wen said: "Although it is cruel to say this, the purpose of practicing fighting skills is to kill people. If you haven't used them before, it will be good if you can use half of them by then."

Roy thought for a long time after hearing this, and then nodded: "Real fighting is not just about talking on paper, you also need to apply what you have learned."

He felt the signs of digestion again——

This article is a detailed summary of the "fighting" part.

Gawain was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but look thoughtful. He didn't even notice that Roy went to the side to continue exercising. He was thinking about one thing.

Roy mentioned "fighting" and "scholar" most often.

According to Becky's introduction, Roy's serial name is "Fighting Scholar".

Could what he was doing have anything to do with potions?

In addition, Becky mentioned before that he should be able to master the potion quickly, and the fact was not what Becky expected.

After taking the warrior potion, he quickly mastered its extraordinary abilities. His own life level also changed, and he could clearly feel that his body was younger and more energetic.

Gawain pondered and observed.

An hour later, Roy looked outside through the glass window, and then said: "Mr. Gao Wen, I have left beforehand. If we have the opportunity, we can exchange fighting skills again."

"Huh? Oh, okay."

Gawain stood up to see him off.

Escorting Roy all the way to the door, he also said hello to Lamer who was not far away.

Lamer smiled and nodded.

……

"That Mr. Gawain seemed to have worked for the police station before. Unexpectedly, Becky asked him to help take over the club."

"He was a knight who was very good at grappling and fighting."

Roy said.

Ramo was convinced and looked up into the distance: "He was a member of the elite knights back then. Unfortunately, times have changed a long time ago. Only people like us will learn fighting skills."

"How do you check it out?"

Lamo didn't answer directly, but couldn't help complaining: "You left everything to us, and you came here to practice fighting. Now you just ask about the progress when we meet?"

"I was assassinated yesterday, so I came here to practice more and vent my anger."

Roy explained.

Lamer immediately turned his head in surprise and said, "A member of the Moss Ascetic Order?"

"No, they were bought by an instigator for 15 pounds, and if I hadn't dealt with them quickly enough, the other party might have assassinated them."

Roy answered as he opened the back door and walked into the bar.

Lamo was stunned for a few seconds, his face serious.

"These guys are so rampant. One of them escaped before, and now a new one comes!"

"You came to me, you should have some clues, right?"

"Yes, it's inconvenient to say it outside just now. Mr. Ryan thinks that the other party may have become an Extraordinary in a certain way and thinks that he can join forces with the Church of Storms."

After all, the Dragon Bar is the property of the Church of Storms, and there is the largest black market in Tingen.This is also a direction.

However, the Thief's potion formula should not be retained in the church.

"Mr. Ryan needs to rest, so originally I was wondering if you could accompany me if you were okay. Since you were assassinated..."

"It doesn't matter, I can come with you, but I won't negotiate with the Punisher. After sending you to the Dragon Bar, I will go to the black market to see if I can buy materials for Lado's ceremony."

Roy said.

Ramo thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll go refill the demon hunting bullets."

"Get a box for me."

"Uh, you can't just...well."

Lamer watched Roy take out his book and follow behind, feeling helpless.

You can get one box, and you can get two boxes, as long as there is no waste.

A few minutes later, the two got on the public carriage.

Dragon Bar.

Roy got out of the car and suddenly felt a strange sensation coming from the right side. He looked sideways and met the eyes of a young man.

"Monster" Ademisor.

He is only half a monster, but his inspiration is very powerful, and he may have surpassed most monsters.

Roy paused for a moment.

There is no doubt that he is a genius, but as Old Neil lamented -

None of the three major churches have monster potion formulas.

This is also a misfortune.

The other person's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he quickly looked away.

"Hello."

Roy walked over to say hello.

Admissor looked away, not daring to look at each other, muttering to himself, and roaring low and painfully: "Chaos, flesh and blood, death, ho-ho-"

Chaos, flesh, death?
Is this a picture of some kind of future?
Roy mused.

Lamo said from the side: "Don't worry, he is always like this."

"Yeah, but I saw this sentence in a book. As a monster path, you can give yourself to fate and spiritual intuition."

Roy said, "Maybe you could give it a try."

"Fate, fate."

Admissor still dared not look directly——

His spiritual intuition told him that there was a secret in the person in front of him, and he might have problems if he looked at it again.

Just like I saw a young man before.

He glanced at Roy with his peripheral vision and remembered these words. When he reacted, the other person had turned around and left, and there was still a faint voice.

"Roy, you are so knowledgeable and kind."

"I just read more books, and I have already seen it, so naturally I can't bear for him to go crazy like this."

The man sighed, "There are enough crazy people in this world."

Roy.

Admissor remembered the name.

Roy sent Ramo into the Dragon Bar and looked back at the street. Admissor staggered and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

"I hope fate favors you a little."

He thought silently in his mind and drew a triangular holy emblem.

The predecessor and Lado committed suicide by themselves.

Admissor is different.

From the moment he was born, he was doomed to suffer a tragic fate as a half-monster.

If he could meet the guide of the School of Life, perhaps Admissor would be saved and would not have to live in pain and madness.

(End of this chapter)