A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Katrina really doesn't know what will happen next.

"Phew... Anyway, the fighting has nothing to do with me, I'll just play support." Katarina spread her hands and then put her helmet back on.

She just wanted some fresh air.

For a long time, Katrina's identity will remain undiscovered.

Because the real sergeant was knocked unconscious and tied up by Katrina.

"I hope I don't die. After all, I'm so young, I don't want to die young." Katrina's voice suddenly became deep and resonant, like that of a middle-aged man.

---

Jonathan stood on the ravaged shore, watching Redip and Norsenkamen's battle.

"As expected of a Silver-ranked fighter, this battle is truly exaggerated."

The tsunami rose as if it were a game, and was easily suppressed.

This was the first time Jonathan had ever seen someone fight with seawater and become so imposing.

The crackling and popping sounds were quite spectacular.

However, Jonathan wasn't standing there simply to watch Redip and Norsen Carmen's fierce battle.

He was waiting for someone, waiting for someone who would observe the precepts.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed sharply; the person he was waiting for had finally arrived.

Bray carried the badly injured Nisha and slowly left the beach near the sea, with Dove following behind him step by step.

When Dove turned around, he saw Jonathan wearing a mask.

The mask's expression was ambiguous, making it very uncomfortable to look at.

"It's you?" Dove looked at Jonathan in astonishment.

Of course she remembered this person; it was this person who helped her escape from the sea creatures' pursuit.

But why is Jonathan in this place?

"Hmm?" Bray followed Doffin's gaze and spotted Jonathan.

Because Jonathan was much smaller than Norsencarmen, no one noticed from the beginning that someone was sitting on Norsencarmen's head.

To Bray, the man in the tuxedo was a stranger.

“Oh, it’s an honor that the young lady remembers me.” Jonathan tapped the ground with his cane happily.

"Who is he?" Brett asked Dove.

This masked man looks suspicious no matter how you look at him.

Generally speaking, this masked gentleman is definitely a villain.

Bray silently marked Jonathan in his mind as the villain.

“He…he saved me,” Dove said weakly.

Although Jonathan was her savior, Dove couldn't help but feel a sense of fear towards him.

"Huh? He's not a villain after all." Bray was a little surprised. The kind of guy you'd want to arrest at first glance was actually a good guy?

This script is definitely wrong.

“I did indeed save this young lady,” Jonathan said with a light laugh.

“However, I am not here for the young lady.” Jonathan bowed, his cane twirling incessantly.

“You have ADHD, don’t you?” Bray said abruptly.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, so incredibly rude." Jonathan stopped twirling his cane and quickly apologized.

"As compensation, let me introduce myself to the great Master of the Precepts."

"My name is Jonathan, just a nobody." Jonathan spoke with exceptional humility, as if Bray were some important figure.

“…” Bray froze.

Nisha, who was being held by Bray, was very sensitive to Bray's presence.

“Mr. Bray?” Nisha looked at Bray strangely.

Bray's expression seemed very serious.

Bray's mood was heavy, of course, because the masked gentleman had uttered a terrible word.

The term "person who upholds the precepts" is not familiar to everyone.

"Who are you?" Bray's voice was cold, his right eye fixed on Jonathan.

"Oh dear, please don't look at me like that, sir." Jonathan shrank back.

“You are truly an outstanding person. I am very curious what ring would be worthy of you.”

“I don’t have a ring,” Bray said.

"Huh? There's no ring?" Jonathan was stunned when he heard Bray's words.

"Hmm—" Jonathan appeared to Bray's left at some point, leaning his head close to Bray's face.

But Jonathan's actions were strange, and Bray reacted quickly.

Before Jonathan could make any further moves, Bray pulled Dove away from the masked gentleman.

At the same time, Bray held Nisha with his left hand and drew his longsword with his right.

The tip of the longsword was pressed against Jonathan's chin, which was not protected by a mask.

“Hey, calm down, Mr. Ring-Bearer.” Jonathan quickly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

The next second, Jonathan, who was standing still, disappeared from Bray's sight.

“I’m calm.” Bray’s sword suddenly slashed to the side.

"Clang—" The sword struck Jonathan's mask, sparks flying.

The seemingly fragile mask actually managed to block Bray's sword.

"Hey, Mr. Monk's eyes are really scary."

“However, I think I understand why you said you don’t have a ring anymore,” Jonathan laughed.

The laughter, coupled with the mask, sent chills down one's spine.

"But I think you won't be happy when you find your ring."

“I’m looking forward to seeing your expression then.” Jonathan’s expression behind the mask remained unknown. “What exactly are you trying to say?” Bray still had no idea what Jonathan was there for.

Is this just a charade?

Seeing Bray's furrowed brow, Jonathan hopped a step away from the dangerous sword.

It looked dull, but Jonathan knew very well how terrifying that sword was in Bray's hands.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. What I said earlier was just some nonsense that a petty person couldn't help but ramble on about." Jonathan chuckled.

"Actually, I do have some connection with those who uphold the precepts."

"Seeing someone who observes the precepts makes me a little excited."

“After all, it’s not so easy to see someone who is keeping the precepts.” Jonathan spoke very quickly.

Bray didn't like Jonathan, that guy who talked nonsense.

Even though Jonathan saved Doffin, Bray was still instinctively wary of him.

"Seeing someone observing the precepts always makes me want to try it myself—"

"Let's see if we can kill him."

As soon as the words were spoken, a metallic clanging sound rang out.

Bray's sword clashed with Jonathan's cane.

The moment Jonathan's murderous intent arose, Bray's sword began to move.

"Well, the sneak attack failed." Jonathan sounded a little frustrated.

"Sigh, as expected, a sneak attack is impossible."

“When you launch a sneak attack, don’t attack the person in someone’s arms.” Bray’s right eye stared blankly at Jonathan.

Bray held Nisha tightly with his left arm, and Nisha was almost pressed against Bray.

Nisha blushed slightly and involuntarily shrank back a little towards Brena.

Now that she is seriously injured, she has nowhere else to go but to be held by Bray.

As for "Digang," it has already been incorporated into a tattoo on Nisa's chest using a special method.

Originally, the tattoo on Nisha's chest was a blessing from the church, but after studying it more closely, she discovered that the tattoo's function was not so simple.

The function of storing "Teioka" is just a small one.

Of course, storage requires magic, so Nisa usually doesn't put things in there.

This is a special situation; we can't have Bray carrying me while also carrying the lance.

“Hmm, that makes sense. How about I attack the little lady behind you?” Jonathan seemed completely unashamed of his despicable act.

"Tsk." Bray took a step forward, blocking Dove's view.

He had promised Redup to take good care of Dove, and he absolutely couldn't let Jonathan hurt Dove.

"Want to give it a try?" Jonathan said, and his cane shot out swiftly.

One, two, three... Jonathan's thrusts were extremely fast, and his attacks were continuous.

The cane in Jonathan's hand was as terrifying as a spear.

The key point is that not all of these attacks were directed at Bray; some were also aimed at Nisha and Dove.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!" The crisp sound continued without interruption.

However, the sound, like a torrential downpour, did not last.

"Clang!!!!!" With an exceptionally loud and crisp sound, the clash between the sword and the cane ended.

There was a momentary pause when Bray and Jonathan's weapons separated from each other.

"Wow, that's amazing. His swordsmanship is terrifying." Jonathan exclaimed, looking at the unharmed Bray.

Neither of the two people Bray was protecting were harmed in the slightest.

Another point is that Bray fought with only one hand from beginning to end.

Jonathan slid back, pressing down his top hat, and shook his head.

"It uses the internal energy system. It's amazing that such an effect can be achieved with this level of internal energy."

"I don't even know where to begin with my feelings."

"Then stop lamenting." Bray raised his longsword.

Even though they were still half a meter apart and no blade flew out, Jonathan's hat was cut open.

“The fighting is so intense over there in Norsenkamen, we should make it even more exciting over here,” Jonathan suddenly said.

Bray stood still, without drawing his sword.

His job is to protect Nisa and Dove.

Taking the initiative would leave openings, giving Jonathan an opportunity to ambush the two women.

If given the opportunity, Jonathan would definitely not hesitate to take advantage of it.

He's such a despicable guy.

However, Bray didn't bother to call Jonathan despicable; not everyone fights with honor in their heart.

"Have you ever heard this saying?" Jonathan raised his voice slightly.

"It's pointless to try to distract me."

"Don't be nervous, I have no intention of diverting your attention." Jonathan didn't launch a sneak attack, he just shrugged.

Don't you think chatting with people in a chat room is a lot of fun?