Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He wouldn't want to harm innocent people if he could.

Thanks to those scumbags, he still doesn't know what kind of person he wants to become.

But he knew very well what kind of person he didn't want to become.

However, the ghost soldiers, on whom so much hope was placed, were about to approach Luo Zhen when...

It melts away as quickly as spring snow meeting the sun.

No, it's not melting.

It exploded.

"what!"

His pupils contracted sharply as the boy stared at the scene in disbelief.

The ninja, who was ridiculously strong in his eyes and could even do things like scaling walls, was actually killed just like that.

This is bad, we have to run away.

The boy, who had been slightly arrogant, instantly regained his senses.

If we don't run, are we just waiting to be killed?

With a wave of his hand, he summoned another large number of ghostly soldiers, and the boy turned and ran.

But the moment he turned around, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It wouldn't be accurate to say we were familiar with each other, since we only met for a few minutes.

Oh no...

As the thought flashed through his mind, the boy felt a large hand press against his face.

With a loud bang, he was slammed against the wall.

As the sound was heard, the summoned ghost soldiers also exploded.

"No! Wait a minute!"

A terrified voice came from under the mask, but Luo Zhen ignored it and grabbed the mask.

Tear it off forcefully.

Chapter 1074 A Kindness Reward

With a tearing sound, the somewhat frightening-looking mask was ripped off the boy's face.

Normally, removing the ghost mask from a person requires a token combined with air magic.

For example, the token of this ninja army mask is Japanese steel.

Yes, it has to be Japanese.

Then you need to use air magic in conjunction with the token to remove it.

However, Luo Zhen said it didn't matter, he would take action (crossed out).

For Luo Zhen, removing the mask wouldn't be that complicated.

I am, after all, a god.

Don't underestimate the Goddess of Magical Girls!

The moment the mask was ripped off, wisps of black energy were drawn away from the boy along with the mask.

It is almost invisible unless you look closely, but it does exist.

Perhaps this is what is meant by the darkness evoked by the mask?

The restless shadows that had been lurking all around finally fell silent.

Before the mask was removed, the boy frantically activated its power, attempting to summon the ghost soldiers.

But no matter how anxiously he called out, not a single one of the ghostly soldiers could break through the darkness and emerge from the shadows.

This continued until the mask was removed.

"Ugh..."

Feeling the pain in his back, the boy unconsciously bent over.

He was originally a rather thin and frail person.

It was fine when the Ghost Mask was on, but once it was removed, the body immediately returned to its original form.

Like most high school students today.

Saying that he can't carry anything on his shoulders or lift anything with his hands is an exaggeration.

But running a kilometer might just knock him off the track; that's basically his level.

"Are you calm now?"

Looking at the boy he had pinned against the wall, Luo Zhen asked softly.

".......Um."

The boy lowered his head and responded softly.

My initial arrogance vanished without a trace at that moment.

It was precisely because he suddenly gained power that did not belong to him that his inner pride and ambition swelled rapidly.

Once this power that didn't belong to him disappeared, it naturally vanished as well.

Now he has reverted to being the timid and introverted boy he always was.

What will happen to me after that?

Feeling the strong hand being removed from his body, the boy asked in a low voice.

The sound was extremely faint; it was almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

But Luo Zhen still heard it.

"Who knows? Come with me first."

Luo Zhen couldn't say whether he liked or disliked this boy.

After all, from his perspective, he did nothing wrong.

He didn't harm any innocent people; he just killed those guys who took pleasure in bullying him all the time.

Luo Zhen didn't like that kind of person either.

Moreover, sometimes when Luo Zhen is alone, he thinks that people's lives are not of equal value.

At least the life of a petty thug who knows nothing but extortion and blackmail is certainly less valuable than that of a scientist.

Of course, this excludes those who study hatching chicks from hard-boiled eggs.

Let's forget about this one.

With his head down, he obediently followed behind Luo Zhen, letting a person in combat uniform put futuristic-looking shackles on his wrists.

Surprisingly, it wasn't very heavy, nor did it feel particularly uncomfortable.

But now my wrist is definitely immobile.

Although he kept his head down, the boy carefully observed the group of people who had suddenly appeared around him through the gaps in his hair.

Perhaps this is true for introverted people who don't have many friends.

Although they always seem to be doing their own thing with their heads down and not caring about anything, they are actually very sensitive to the things around them.

The words and actions of others can affect one's mood.

Sensitive and fragile, this may be a true reflection of the boy's original personality.

"Um, can I ask you for a favor?"

As if he had thought of something, the boy suddenly raised his head and asked Luo Zhen in a low voice.

After saying that, she pursed her lips tightly.

He looked anxious and uneasy.

It looks like a young animal wandering alone in a dark forest.

To be honest, this action had already exhausted most of his courage.

If he is rejected, he really won't have the courage to ask a second time.

Fortunately, the person in front of me seems to be quite reasonable.

"what's up?"

Turning around, Luo Zhen looked at the boy behind him and asked.

"That, it's..."

After stammering for a while, the boy finally revealed his request.

night--

After getting off work, Hiroshi Nohara dragged his tired body to the izakaya from the previous day.

Normally, he wouldn't drink after get off work for several days in a row.

But my idiot boss is just too annoying.

What's the point of you and us working class complaining if a famous designer doesn't want to collaborate?

Honestly, if I had the ability to handle such a large-scale corporate collaboration, would I still be working for you?

What's going on?

If he could, Hiroshi Nohara really wanted to slap the other person.

But he can't.

"Ah, the tragedy of middle-aged men."

Taking big gulps of beer, Hiroshi Nohara remarked with some emotion.

In the blink of an eye, I'm already a middle-aged man. I feel like I'm still young, and my childhood seems like it was just yesterday.

Honestly, I'm a little unwilling to accept it.

But when I think about it carefully, my life is actually pretty good.

I have a decent job with a good working environment. Although my boss is a bit of an idiot, my colleagues are all quite nice.

He has a wife whom he loves and who loves him in return.

Moreover, they are very reasonable and can understand themselves instead of constantly taking their anger out on themselves.

He knew all too well that the men in his company who were around his age would complain every time they drank that their wives were always angry with them and that they had accomplished nothing.

Both of her children are adorable; Shin-chan is a bit mischievous, but he's a good kid.

While drinking, they complained to the owner of the izakaya.

The boss listened patiently to Hiroshi Nohara's complaints, as most of the people who came to his shop were office workers who were unhappy with their jobs.

The boss was happy to chat with them.

Mr. Nohara is considered one of the better ones among this group.

He's a very nice person, and he doesn't act crazy when he's drunk.

Occasionally, they would even comfort themselves in the opposite way.

After finishing his drink, Hiroshi Nohara skillfully paid the bill, got dressed, checked his belongings, and prepared to go home.

As a result, they were stopped as soon as they stepped out the door.

"Thank you very much."

Looking at the somewhat familiar-looking boy, Hiroshi Nohara's slightly sluggish mind, which had been a bit dull after drinking, took a moment to remember him.

"Oh, you're the child from last night."

Hiroshi Nohara smiled as he took the coat from the other person.

The other party seemed to have something urgent to attend to, and left in a hurry after exchanging a few words.