Magical Girl's Knight Brother

"It seems this power doesn't exclude humans." Tang Zijun smiled. He suddenly felt an itch on his neck. "What are you doing?"

"It feels comfortable inside your neck, and I'll be warm there." Hyacinth held the rainbow crystal flower and snuggled into Tang Zijun's collar.

But the next moment, Tang Zijun lifted her up by her wings and put her into his chest pocket.

"Just stay here quietly. I'm not used to having a little thing crawling around in my clothes."

At this moment, a loud shout came from the city wall.

"Stop! Who are you?"

Hearing the voice, Tang Zijun was stunned at first, and then his expression became a little strange. The other party was actually communicating with him in Chinese.

At this moment, Hyacinthus poked his head out of his pocket.

"I helped you convert their language into something you can understand. Now they can understand you when you speak."

"6, brother." Tang Zijun looked at Hyacinthus in surprise. He really didn't expect that this little guy could play such an important role.

"Hehehe" Hyacinthus scratched his head embarrassedly.

Soon, a hoarse and firm voice was heard again from the city wall.

"Answer my question! Who are you?"

Tang Zijun stood still and raised his head slightly.

"I'm a passing fake knight, a passing knight!"

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Chapter 139: A Broken World and Mercenaries

"knight!?"

After hearing Tang Zijun's answer, the people on the city wall were obviously a little surprised, as if they were surprised as to why the other party appeared here with his identity.

Then, a buzzing sound like mosquitoes and flies was heard, which sounded like people on the city wall were communicating something. Tang Zijun moved his ears slightly, and the sound suddenly became clearer.

"Why is the knight here?"

"Do you want him to come in?"

"This could be a conspiracy by those monsters. Even if he really is the Knight, it's hard to say whether he has ulterior motives."

"What should we do then? If that guy is really some big shot, would you dare not let him in?"

"This"

"Let him in." At this moment, a heroic female voice rang out. "The fact that he was able to make it all the way from the Blood Plains is a testament to his strength."

As soon as these words were spoken, the others immediately realized that the gate where Tang Zijun was located was facing the blood plain.

As for the Blood Plain, these people are very familiar with it.

The city originally bordered the plains, and those zombie 'good neighbors' soon came to harass them. Although the mercenaries in the city gathered several times to encircle and suppress them, they still did not gain much.

It seemed as if the zombies on the Blood Plains were endless. No matter how many they killed, the swaying figures in the fog always seemed to remain unchanged.

Looking at the stranger under the city wall, he actually crossed the blood plain alone. To be able to do this, he was either lucky or his combat power had reached an extremely terrifying level.

But whatever the reason, they have no reason to turn it away.

In this world ravaged by catastrophe, as "human beings", they must unite. Only in this way can they have a chance to survive.

So soon, with a sound of metal friction, a huge suspension bridge made of metal slowly lowered.

Tang Zijun stared at the spectacular scene with wide eyes, and took out his mobile phone to take a photo.

It was the first time for him to see the drawbridge gate being lowered from the city wall. He had only seen similar scenes in movies before. It was truly spectacular.

The metal suspension bridge slammed heavily onto the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and causing the earth to shake slightly.

In the dim light, at the town gate, several people walked out from the shadows. Before Tang Zijun could see their appearance clearly, he heard the sound of their clothes rubbing against each other.

It was a sound that was difficult to describe in words. It just felt like these people were fully armed, and with every step they took, you could hear the clanking sound of their equipment shaking and colliding.

The figures came closer, and Tang Zijun also saw the appearance of these people.

The leader was a red-haired woman with messy short hair that looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time. Her skin was not very white. She was wearing tough leather armor and a long sword at her waist.

There were four middle-aged men beside her, some of them were holding axes, some were holding steel knives, and Tang Zijun even saw a very short man, who was only about 1.34 meters tall and had a strong build. It was not known whether he had dwarfism.

These people looked similar to Westerners, with high nose bridges and deep eye sockets. Their eyes were staring at him with deep vigilance and some fear in them.

"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency the Knight. I am Glilando Shaw, leader of the Fire Fox Mercenaries and part-time town defense chief."

This should be the lady who made the decision just now. Tang Zijun could hear a hint of respect in her tone, which was the instinctive expression of a lower-ranking person towards a being of a higher class than himself.

Although he didn't know much about this world, Tang Zijun could tell from these words that there should be a strict hierarchy here.

During a certain period of history, knights existed as a specific social class. They were between the nobility and the common people and enjoyed extremely special status and privileges.

Knights are similar to the nobility, but they do not belong to the nobility unless they have made some great contributions and are granted titles by a higher class.

In the eyes of the common people, knights, like noble lords, are high and mighty beings, and are a class that they will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

Now Tang Zijun understood why Ms. Glilando Xiao respected him. Mercenaries? They were just a group of people who were worse than ordinary people and lived at the bottom of society.

Contrary to what most people understand, being a mercenary is not an identity to be proud of. After all, if there is a proper job, who would choose to do such a bloody job?

Only those who really can't survive have to choose to embark on this path. Basically, anyone with a decent weapon can call himself a mercenary.

Because of this, there is no threshold to become a mercenary profession. This situation will naturally make the mercenary group become a mixed bag, with all kinds of scammers and thieves mixed in, which has greatly reduced the reputation of mercenaries.

Although there are many heroic legends about mercenaries in history and novels, it is hard to say whether such stories are true or not.

Don't think too highly of troubadours. Like mercenaries, they belong to the lower class of society and often exaggerate or fabricate things to attract more people to listen and give them rewards.

Simply put, it's all about getting by.

Tang Zijun nodded slightly and took a step forward.

"My name is Tang Zijun, you can also call me Wolf Rider."

"Wolf Rider. Titled Knight!"

A faint exclamation came from the crowd, but Tang Zijun still heard it keenly.

Being canonized as a knight is a kind of knight title that only extremely powerful knights can possess. Having the title means that Tang Zijun has the support of some big shots.

Because only the real "big shots" are qualified to confer exclusive titles on the knights under their command.

However, a man with a slender figure and eyes like an eagle narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Forgive me, Sir Knight, I don't think I saw your weapon. In my impression, isn't a knight supposed to be both a man and a sword?"

"Sword in hand—"

A flash of silver light emerged from the sheath, and the knight's sword composed of a shotgun and a dagger instantly gathered in Tang Zijun's hand, with the sword tip pointing directly at the man who spoke.

"Are you satisfied?"

A sharp aura swept over, and the chill instantly enveloped the bodies of the people present. At the same time, the runes on the high wall flickered faintly again at this moment.

Looking at the strange long sword that turned from virtual to real, the man broke out in a cold sweat. He had never expected that Tang Zijun's sword would appear in this form. He was just asking casually.

And not only him, but everyone else was stunned, because they had never seen such a strange situation in their memory.

Glilando glared at the man fiercely, then quickly stood in front of the crowd and bowed slightly to Tang Zijun.

"Please forgive Desk's rudeness. We are relatively new here and haven't seen much of the world. Please forgive me if I've offended you."

Tang Zijun blinked his eyes. He really didn't think too much about it.

For him, it would be strange for anyone to call himself a knight without holding a weapon, so it would be normal for him to show his knight sword. He didn't know why these people reacted so strongly.

"It's okay, can I come in now?"

"Of course, please follow me." Glilando bowed and made way. Several people respectfully led Tang Zijun into the high wall gate.

After the little episode just now, these people were obviously much more "honest". They didn't even ask why Tang Zijun looked different from them.

Tang Zijun could hear the rapid heartbeats of these people, especially the man called Desk, but they appeared very calm on the surface.

Only after entering the city did Tang Zijun notice the real scene behind the city wall.

Originally, he thought that he would be lucky enough to see some magnificent buildings that ordinary people have never seen, but the reality made him extremely disappointed. Let alone buildings, there was not even anything that could be called a "house" here.

What he saw was a mess. The dirt and disorder almost occupied Tang Zijun's entire field of vision. It was completely different from the buildings he had imagined. Inside the city wall was a patchwork of tents.

Yes, a tent.

Some of these tents are big, some are small, and some even have broken tops. They are gathered together in twos and threes, with multiple tents surrounding a campfire, where they eat and live.

When passing by several tents, Tang Zijun also saw a few skinny children. They stared at Tang Zijun with curious big eyes, but were soon pulled into the tent by adults.

Frowning slightly, Tang Zijun felt as if he was in another world.

I was clearly in the 21st century, a time full of technology and information, but how come in the blink of an eye, I ended up in such a desolate Middle Ages? Compared with my previous experiences, this is obviously a "time travel".

At the same time, Tang Zijun also became curious about this world.

Is this really a dream world? Why do people in the dream world look the same as people on Earth? Why do they appear in this state? Most importantly, what exactly happened here?

As Glilando led Tang Zijun into the city, several guards on the high wall retracted their gaze. They lit the lights and then used spotlights to shine towards the outside of the city.

The light, like a lighthouse, constantly wandered over the wasteland surrounding the city-state, illuminating the dim environment.

In the dim and bright moments, the light illuminated the shadowy figure in a red robe on the wasteland.

The next moment, these red-robed figures suddenly vanished, as if they were unreal and elusive.

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"We're here, Your Excellency the Knight."

Glilando led Tang Zijun to stop in front of the largest tent in the city-state. She seemed to feel that it was a bit rude to entertain a knight in such an environment, so she added another sentence.

"This is already the best tent in the Black City gathering area."

Tang Zijun nodded slightly. He was not the kind of person who would look for trouble, and the general environment here was like this, so there was no need for him to find any fault.

Just as Ms. Xiao said, this is indeed the largest tent in this city-state. At least Tang Zijun has not seen any tent that can compare with this one during his observation.

The outer layer of the tent was made of rough and thick leather. The leather was dark in color, as if it had been soaked in blood, with a strange red and black color. The surface was bumpy, but at first glance it looked very smooth. It was unknown what kind of creature's skin it was.

At the top, there stands a huge flagpole. The flag is black with a red fox head carved on it (the painting skill is quite good).

There was a twisted rune under the fox head, somewhat similar to the one on the city wall, but slightly different. The cold wind blew, and the flag fluttered under the dim sky.

As he walked into the tent, a strange smell hit him in the face. It was a mixture of fishy smell and fragrance, which made Tang Zijun frown slightly.

But compared to the stench outside just now, it is obviously much better here.

Glilando was the first to enter the tent. Feeling the dim environment, she skillfully used a tinder to light the oil lamp hanging in the corner of the tent.

As the fire was lit, the light in the room became much brighter, and Tang Zijun finally saw something familiar - this oil lamp was very similar to the retro portable oil lamps on Earth, but the smell of the fuel was different.

Tang Zijun suddenly didn't want to know the origin of the fuel.

"Sir Knight, please take a seat."

Glilando made a "please" gesture, indicating that Tang Zijun could sit on the innermost chair at the long table in the middle of the tent. Judging from the placement of the furnishings, this should be the main seat.

Tang Zijun didn't hesitate and sat down directly. "You look nervous. Is it because of my identity?"

Hearing this, Glilando fell silent.

She didn't know how to answer because she couldn't figure out the man's psychology.

To be honest, she really didn't want this man to enter the Black City.

Glilando has been living at the bottom of this dark age since she was a child. She has heard of and seen too many knights and nobles with bad personalities.

In this world that is so oppressive that it can drive people crazy, there are many superiors who often vent their desires on people like them. She dare not imagine whether she has the courage to resist if this man wants to do something to her.

If possible, she didn't want to contact him, but there was no way. The other party was able to come here from the Blood Plain alone, which proved that his fighting ability had exceeded their imagination.

And the ability to summon a knight's sword with a wave of the hand seems to be an ability that only the legendary magician can possess.