A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Xiao You is a silly dragon, so she doesn't notice.

Xiaoxue, however, was completely absorbed in Xiaoyou, and all her attention was focused on her older sister, so she didn't notice the atmosphere in the air.

"By the way, Mr. Bray, don't you think my sister is very pretty?" Xiaoxue asked subtly, taking a sip of soup gracefully.

"Huh?" Bree, with the spoon still in his mouth, looked at Xiaoxue with a dead fish-like expression, puzzled.

What does it mean?

"Look, Sister Xiaoyou is so cute." Xiaoxue put down her spoon, cupped her face, and immersed herself in a strange fantasy.

He didn't feel at all that his question was awkward.

"Xiao You...objectively speaking, she's very beautiful." Bray pondered for a long time before speaking the truth.

Bray didn't lie either.

Putting aside Xiao You's silly side, she is indeed very beautiful, even stunningly beautiful.

The human form that the Silver Species manifests in is unlikely to be ugly.

If Xiaoxue had actually asked about the appearance of the Little Black Dragon, then Bray wouldn't have been able to answer.

"Hmm..." At the same time, Xiao You frowned and wiped the soup from the corner of her mouth with a cloth.

"What are you talking about me?" He looked around and tried to ask.

“…” Bray fell silent.

Everyone says you're very beautiful, sister.

"Huh?" Xiao You was a little confused.

“Right?” Xiaoxue asked the crowd gently.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Naruko answered like a chick pecking at rice.

“Yes, it looks beautiful.” Bree saw the blizzard in Xiaoxue’s eyes and silently echoed Naruko’s reply.

"Great!" Xiaoxue was very happy today; it was another day of successfully recommending something.

Seeing the happy face of Xiaoxue, Naruko's lips twitched, and she decided to just enjoy the food.

While everyone else paused their eating for the sake of this wondrous thing, Levy had already stood up, tiptoed, and started devouring the food on the table.

"Delicious." =V=

The Eastern Continent, a magical kingdom with a style distinct from other continents.

The earliest internal energy also originated from the Eastern Continent.

However, just like cults exist in other places, the Eastern Continent is no exception.

For example, there are also cults in Yundu Kingdom.

The evil sects in Yundu Kingdom had been well suppressed until the major incident in Anjing City a few years ago, which caused the evil that had been growing in the shadows to erupt completely.

One by one, seeds of evil sprouted, and no matter how much Yundu Kingdom suppressed them, it could not completely prevent the rise of cults.

And now, there is a cult with unprecedented power.

This church is called the Mathematical Church, and it does not refer to itself as a "church".

When it comes to "mathematics and physics", please don't make any unfounded associations.

As for the one who rules this church, he is a powerful demon king.

That's right, it's the Demon King, what people generally call the "end," meaning someone who has actually attained the power of a Bronze-level being.

Of course, to those outside the faith, that person is a demon king.

But to those within the church, that person was a hero.

This Mathematical Society does not believe in any deity; its faith is solely in the leader who leads the church.

They are the heroes in their hearts.

This evil church is far too powerful, and has a far-reaching influence in many regions.

Therefore, the Kingdom of Yundu naturally used iron-fisted methods to eradicate this church.

Unfortunately, the demon king's strength was somewhat abnormal, and even sending out S-class adventurers yielded no results.

It's important to understand that, under normal circumstances, S-rank adventurers represent the pinnacle of combat power.

What kind of monster is this enemy that even S-class adventurers can't defeat?

Even if that doesn't work, Yun Du Kingdom has no choice but to continue sending people to attack.

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"Damn it! Have these people been brainwashed? They're like lunatics!" a man wearing a straw hat said with dissatisfaction.

The knife in his hand kept stunning the people who rushed at him.

Most of these people were almost unarmed, and he couldn't bring himself to kill these ordinary people.

However, he could neither kill nor escape.

The reason is simple: the murderous intent emanating from these people is simply terrifying.

He's been entangled.

The combined killing intent of countless people forced even this S-rank adventurer to take more than half a step back.

These people genuinely want to kill him, and if any of them manages to grab him, that person probably won't let go until their hand is broken.

"Where is that demon king? Let's find him quickly, deal with him, and leave," a female mage said to him.

This female mage is the companion of the swordsman in the straw hat, but her attire is quite different from that of mages in other places.

Her bright red robes were more in line with the style of the Central Continent, and the cloud patterns adorning the edges made her look more ethereal and otherworldly.

“I want to look for it too. But there’s absolutely no sign of it.” He shook his head helplessly.

"And these people are too troublesome!"

"We won't let you cause trouble for the Savior!" one of them roared.

“You stupid fools who can’t even see the real disaster!” another man shouted.

"The true evil gods are about to descend! And yet you are still hindering the savior's actions! How utterly foolish!"

"Can I kill these nagging fellows?" the female mage said coldly.

These ignorant people are a real headache; they've practically been brainwashed.

No matter what she says, these ignorant people probably won't pay any attention to her.

"No way, they're just ordinary people."

"A mob." The female mage wrinkled her nose and gripped her staff tighter.

“Gather them together,” she whispered to the swordsman.

After hearing the female mage's whisper, the swordsman began to intentionally or unintentionally gather those people in one place.

Although he didn't know what the female mage was planning, he did as she said.

Seeing the crowd gathering, the monk opened his lips.

"A hazy dream," the female sorceress uttered one incantation after another. The tongue-twisting incantation, translated into an alternative language, became "A hazy dream."

That is, the name of this spell.

"Thump—" One person fell down, and then another person fell down.

Those who had been harassing the swordsman fell to the ground, unconscious.

Their sound sleep made it hard to believe that they had just been so menacing.

"Honestly, what a waste of my magic power to use such a spell." The female mage curled her lip.

"Let's find that demon king quickly," she urged.

As soon as she finished speaking, a huge rock flew over.

"Clang—" The swordsman's eyes narrowed, and he drew his sword, cleaving the rock into countless tiny fragments.

"Shalala—" Small pebbles fell to the ground, making a sound like rain.

“…” A person whose entire body was wrapped in black cloth stood in front of them.

Silence, an ominous aura; those lifeless eyes alone exerted a powerful pressure on the two S-rank adventurers.

The next moment, an irregular polygonal frame made of countless lines surrounded the two of them.

"What is this?" The swordsman stared in astonishment at the frame surrounding him.

The lines are white, but they're not quite lines in the true sense, nor are they light rays.

It contains neither magic nor internal energy, making it even more incomprehensible to others.

"Light Strike Array!" The female mage frowned as she cast the spell, and a pillar of fire ignited beneath the strange man's feet.

However, countless lines appeared in the air, forming a polygon around the person.

The pillar of fire was directly absorbed into that polygon, disappearing without a trace.

"Hmph..." The mysterious man snorted coldly, this was probably the first time he had made a sound.

The hand wrapped in black cloth was raised.

With a single clench of his hand, the polygonal frame would shrink, and the creature trapped inside would vanish into thin air.

"Wait a minute." A blond man in military uniform extended his white-gloved hand and patted the mysterious man on the shoulder.

So the mysterious man stopped.

This military uniform has no medals or insignia, so it's impossible to tell which country it belongs to.

Or perhaps, this military uniform doesn't belong to any particular country; it's merely a formality.

The man was handsome, and there was always a smile on his lips.

"My name is Marek, and I am a screenwriter."

“I think you guys are quite interesting,” Marek said with a smile, standing casually.

His completely unguarded posture made it seem as if anyone could kill him with a single sword strike.

"A scriptwriter?" The female mage looked at Marek strangely.

He suddenly appears at this time and then claims to be a scriptwriter?

“Yes, a screenwriter who has just started out.” Marek placed his hands on his chest and bowed deeply.

"Next, I will give you two a little test. If you pass, you will be welcome to join our ranks," he said, emphasizing each word.

"Are you kidding me! Who are you people?"

"Is one of you the Demon King?" The swordsman looked seriously at Marek and the mysterious man who had attacked earlier.

“The Demon King? No, no, no, he’s the Savior,” Marek said with a smile. “Creak—” Bray pushed open the guild’s door.

"Eh, Mr. 'Demon Hunter'?" The receptionist at the Royal Capital Adventurers' Guild covered her mouth in surprise, as if she had seen some rare species.

"What's so surprising?" The dejected Bray walked to the front desk, looking at the receptionist with a puzzled expression in his dead fish eyes.

He also had a little Levy with him.

Since Bray had been gone for a day, Levy started clinging to him again, never leaving his side.

“And don’t call me ‘Ghost Hunter’... just call me Bray,” Bray added.

"Ah, okay, Mr. Bray."

"I thought Mr. Bray was planning to give up being an adventurer," the receptionist said with a hint of regret.

“When did I say I wasn’t going to do it anymore…” Bray was shocked.

“Sometimes when I go shopping, I see Mr. Bray surrounded by many girls.”

"I thought you'd made a lot of money and started a harem."

"After all, besides that lady, that lady, that lady, and that little girl, you now have two more ladies around you." The receptionist cutely counted on her fingers.

Bre was sweating profusely and somewhat speechless.