I am a godslayer, not your hero.

"A job interview?"

Barutosik couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect that an old man like me would have to act like a young person to attend an interview."

He seemed a little younger.

Mingxian nodded slightly and said, "Crossing the gap between worlds is a very difficult journey. I can't guarantee that you can endure it, so..."

He stretched out his hand towards Bartosik, grabbed it, and transformed it into a steel badge.

Directly transform him into a weapon, but use the "Seal of Incarnation" to preserve his spirit and soul, and then transform him back to his original form when you reach your destination.

bass!

The [Xuannv War Drum] in the sky flew back into Mingxian's body.

In an instant, the "ministers" who had kept silent all over the world regained the right to speak freely.

Ming Xian waved his hand, and a virtual window appeared. He randomly found a woman...

That's Claudia.

"Call my name out loud sometime."

Sent this message.

But he felt that it was not foolproof, so he sent another message to Ophelia.

"If I don't come back tomorrow, call my name loudly sometime."

After receiving the replies from the two women, Ming Xian immediately turned into a gust of wind, passed through the gap between the worlds, and headed towards World No. 235.

Not a Dragon Rider: Chapter 82: 24 years old, a God Slayer

This time the physical sensation lasted for twenty-seven days.

During this long journey, Mingxian felt like a light leaf, swaying leisurely in the caress of the breeze, slowly moving towards the trajectory preset by fate.

Passing through the tiny cracks in the layers of the world, it was like being in a flowing painting, colorful and delicate. After experiencing countless interweaving of light and shadow, he arrived at the designated place.

During the boring journey, Mingxian also made up his mind.

You must find someone in World 235 to serve as the launcher of [Kongming Zhulan].

"It's not that I'm impatient, it's just that the long journey is too boring. It's like there are no trains, ships, or planes, and you can only rely on your feet to travel long distances. Just thinking about it makes me feel bored and tedious."

In a bar in Rome, Italy, Mingxian was complaining to a blond young man.

Mingxian didn't know the exact location of this place.

Probably it was a manor in Italy. He found that there seemed to be many psychics and knights gathered here.

We are having a party at this bar right now.

It is probably a gathering place for magic societies.

Mingxian also mixed in and decided to randomly capture an unlucky guy and ask him to tell him the whereabouts of Marquis Vauban.

Afterwards, it turned into a gust of wind to look for him.

It would be even better if we could find someone to act as a "starter".

The young man next to him has short golden hair, which shines with a warm glow like the Mediterranean in the sun, giving people a sunny affinity.

The smile is as bright as the summer sunshine, making everything around it seem to be bathed in warmth.

He wore a classic Italian fedora on his head with the brim slightly tilted upwards, looking casual and elegant.

The color of the hat was a deep navy blue, which contrasted beautifully with his blond hair.

He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt, the fabric was soft and comfortable, and provided good breathability for his skin.

The collar of his shirt was slightly open and he was not wearing a tie, but it just showed off the elegance of his slender neck.

She wore a dark green silk suit jacket on the outside, and the gold buttons on it sparkled with low-key luxury, perfectly echoing the overall image.

The suit jacket is exquisitely designed, which not only shows his body curves, but also gives people a strong sense of chivalry.

The lower body is a pair of well-cut, dark earth-toned trousers, which form a good visual balance with the top.

The trouser legs are slightly tightened, which not only makes him look taller, but also makes the whole outfit more dynamic and energetic.

A classic belt is worn around the waist, and the metal buckle on it adds a touch of luxury to the overall look.

Finally, he stepped on a pair of calfskin shoes handmade in Italy, the uppers of which were finely polished to exude a soft sheen.

Obviously, this is a knight.

Among the magicians of southern Europe such as Italy and Spain in World 235, the knight refers to the "Templar Knight".

Of course, the real Templar Knights that existed in history - the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon - perished in the early fourteenth century.

However, a small number of people still survived.

There are those who inherit their magic and martial arts, and there are those who inherit their property.

After all, these people consider themselves "knights". They are not simple magicians, but psychics who are good at martial arts and take pride in following the noble spirit of chivalry.

The blond young man nodded in agreement and said, "You are right, brother. I also hate long and boring journeys. If there were no convenient things like trains and airplanes, I would probably never travel far in my life."

"That's not the case."

Mingxian shook his head and said to the bartender: "Just give me a glass of juice."

The bartender looked at him in surprise, "Juice, that's something children drink."

"I'm still a minor, and my fiancée probably wouldn't like to come home drunk." Mingxian said with a smile, not showing any embarrassment at all.

The bartender was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "You don't drink, but you swaggered into this bar. You are a minor but you have a fiancée. Isn't this too contradictory?"

Mingxian said: "What's the big deal? My fiancée is a weirdo who claims to 'bring smiles to the whole world'."

"Haha, that sounds like a very impressive statement." The blond young man couldn't help laughing and said, "With such a weird fiancée, my brother must be living a very happy life. Unlike me, wherever I go, I will be pointed at and scolded by people around me."

The bartender poured Mingxian a glass of wine and said, "You are joking. Who dares to blame you?"

"I was just scolded into wearing this outfit," the blond young man said nonchalantly.

Ming Xian looked at the young man's blond hair and said with a smile: "My fiancée is just like you, with beautiful blond hair and a slightly silly smile."

The two clinked their glasses.

The young man smiled and said, "Come to think of it, why did you come to Rome?"

"You're talking about this..." Mingxian said in a relaxed tone: "I came here to find my brother. I want to introduce someone to him and recommend him to work in my brother's 'company'. It should be considered a company, right?"

"Understood, understood."

The blond young man nodded repeatedly and said in deep agreement: "I also went through that period, looking for work everywhere to support myself, and sometimes I would introduce jobs to others."

Mingxian said: "It's hard to find a good job."

"Indeed, I only know swordsmanship, so it's really hard to find a suitable job. Fortunately, it's much easier now."

"I didn't have a life most of the time, but luckily my fiancée and girlfriend are both quite wealthy."

"Fiancée, girlfriend." The young man was a little confused, "Isn't this the same person?"

Mingxian explained: "My fiancée is the eldest daughter of the Xianjuan Group. As for my girlfriends, one is a princess of a small country, one is a super famous singer, and the last one is the champion of the world competition."

After these words were spoken, the bartender's eyes changed when he looked at Mingxian.

He looked like a nice guy, but I didn't expect him to be a gigolo.

The Italians disdain this kind of pretty boy the most.

The bartender was about to say something shady when he heard the blond young man ask in confusion: "The Genjumaki Group, it sounds like a group from Japan, why don't I have any impression of it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the bar became inexplicably quiet, and many knights and magicians couldn't help but look over.

The blond young man said, "Don't look at me like this. I used to hang out in Chinatown and I'm familiar with Asia. I don't think there's any String Scroll Consortium, right?"

Ming Xian put down the glass and said calmly, "There is indeed no such company in World No. 235, but in World No. 492 where I live, the Xianjuan Group is considered to be as wealthy as a country."

"That's it."

A cunning look suddenly flashed in the blond young man's eyes.

"How did you get to our world, brother?"

"I came here using the power of the disobedient Veleslana on your side."

Mingxian took a sip of juice.

"Oh, I see!" The blond young man suddenly became very excited. "Could it be that the brother you are looking for is me?"

"you are?"

Mingxian's eyes narrowed slightly.

The blond young man introduced himself: "Salvatore Tony, twenty-four years old, God Slayer."

Mingxian also introduced himself: "Mingxian, I'm also a godslayer. I'm here to find Woban to introduce a job to someone I met not long ago."

"We'll talk about this later." Tony smiled brightly, "I have a suggestion. Do you want to duel with me?"

"No problem, but after this, can you tell me where Brother Woban is?"

"No problem, I'm a local boss~"

The conversation between the two people wandered in the air like a ghost. Every word seemed to carry an irresistible power, casting a gloom over the hearts of the psychics who gathered here for various reasons.

Immediately afterwards, there was a panic mixed with many people turning around to escape.

The psychics used all their strength and ran towards the exit of the bar.

Their footsteps were disorganized and their eyes were filled with the desire to escape from this death trap.

Zheng!

A cold sword light cut through the air, as fast as lightning, leaving a silver trail. Immediately afterwards, an equally sharp blade light shot up into the sky. The two clashed briefly in the air, and then everything returned to nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bar seemed to be gently swept away by an invisible hand, and instantly turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

All that was left was emptiness and silence, the smoke and dust that had not yet completely dissipated in the air, and the expressions of astonishment and fear frozen on everyone's faces.

……

Coming to Italy was something Mingxian had expected.

The activation of [Kongming Zhulan] requires some causes and conditions, similar to destiny and fate, and is usually aimed at a certain person.

Movement through the gaps between worlds is much more troublesome.

To travel from World 492 to World 608, one relies on Zi Wei Xing and Jiu Tian Xuan Nu who know of one's existence, as well as the coordinates provided by Glacier Rina.

To go from World 608 to World 606, one relies on the "fragments of the power of the star lord" in Ophelia's soul.

Coming to World No. 235, he naturally relied on the fate with Veleslana, so it was reasonable for him to appear in Italy where Sardinia is located. At least he did not fall directly into the sea.

But meeting Tony was indeed somewhat unexpected.

Salvatore Tony, one of the six godslayers living in this era of World 235, was just a knight a few years ago. He gained the qualification of king by defeating the Celtic God King "Silver Arm Nuada".

He is known as the strongest swordsman in Europe and is respected as the leader by local magicians.

A heretic genius who knows nothing except swordsmanship.

"Swear here! I will not allow anything to exist that I cannot cut. And this sword is an invincible blade that can cut and slice everything on the ground!"

The hand of flesh and blood will change into a silver metal hand, and then a huge amount of magical power will be wrapped around the weapon. The ordinary knight sword in the hand will be transformed into a magic sword with the ability to cut off everything.

In an instant, Tony came rushing like a ghost, the sword in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, and an extremely sharp sword light went straight to Mingxian's chest.

Ming Xian remained calm and made a prompt decision. He nimbly dodged to the side and slashed with his sword, counterattacking with lightning speed.

Clang!

When the two men passed each other, all that could be heard was the deafening sound of metal clashing.

Amidst the flying of sparks, they turned around and confronted each other again.

This was just a test, but it was enough to show that both sides showed no mercy.

Tony turned around and jumped lightly, drawing a graceful arc in the air, while wielding his sword tightly, pressing towards the string like a storm.

However, facing the sword shadows all over the sky, Mingxian remained calm.