Re:Zero: Starting from the Great Transformation

Someday.

Ron has the power to command the support of hundreds of people.

……

The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed.

Ron had some new insights into the Water God Flow, although not much.

Will definitely be able to use it next time.

"Mr. Ron, if you don't mind, would you like to come into the dojo and sit for a while?"

Ferrens invited.

Although she lost to Ron in swordsmanship, she didn't feel too bad about it. After all, he was a hero on par with her teacher, a man with great achievements on the battlefield and a significant influence in the entire Asura Kingdom.

What's more, she knew one thing very well.

I haven't reached my limit yet.

One day in the future, I will be able to surpass Ron.

"No, I was just strolling by and saw someone challenging someone, so I came here to ask for advice."

Ron declined Ferrens' invitation.

Feilunsi did not dwell on this matter, and changed the subject:

"Teacher has told me the specific battle plan before. Mr. Ron is here to defend the royal territory and stop the demon army, right?"

"That's right."

"Then, when that day comes, I hope you can take me with you."

Ferrens said.

Ron was stunned when he heard this.

Ferrens' tone was sincere, without any hint of reluctance.

In other words, this was her genuine thought.

To Ron, this was just a trivial matter, but he did not agree rashly. Because taking someone to the battlefield meant that you had to rely on each other's backs and bear the weight of each other's lives.

So he had to understand the whole picture.

"The teacher won't allow me to go to the battlefield."

Ferrens raised his hand to lift the hair by his ear and spoke softly.

"Teacher said that although my swordsmanship is impeccable, it's a bit too rigid. A normal fight would be no problem, but a battlefield is a different kind of battle. With my strength, I'm not up to that level of combat."

"What's more, as the teacher's direct disciple, if the teacher dies in this war, I will be the next Water God."

"Rather than going to the battlefield to kill the enemy, the teacher hopes that I can shoulder the responsibility of the Water God and pass on the most orthodox Water God style."

"so……"

Ferrens said no more.

Ron, however, understood what she meant.

This is not an unreasonable idea. After all, the Water God School has been passed down for too long. If this inheritance is broken in the hands of a certain generation, it will definitely be a heinous act. No one would want this to happen.

Therefore, Ledal would rather go to the battlefield himself than allow his talented disciples to participate.

This is an idea that anyone can understand.

But obviously, Ferrens doesn't think so.

"This is a war concerning the survival of the human race."

A look of determination appeared on Ferrens' childish face, and his smart and clear eyes looked at Ron.

"If we want the Water God School's legacy to continue, we should devote all our efforts to winning this war rather than just lingering on."

"Currently, this dojo has twelve Water Saints, two Water Kings, and one Water Emperor. They are the backbone of the Water God School. A portion of the power remains in the Sword Holy Land of the Northern Continent, which has not yet been invaded by the demons."

"I wish all of these people could join the battlefield as combat forces, but the order the teacher left before leaving prevents them from taking action."

"But the order the teacher left before he left prevented them from taking action. So I thought that perhaps I could start with me, as the teacher's direct disciple, and make everyone realize that the continuation of the tradition doesn't rely on seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, but on fighting to the end."

The girl's mind is clear and pure.

His concern for the country and the people is undoubtedly revealed.

She is still young. Although she is strong enough to shoulder the inheritance of the faction, she has not lost her fighting spirit. Faced with the cruel and realistic war, she does not consider the importance of inheritance at the first time, but wants to risk everything to fight the enemy to the end.

Ron couldn't refuse this clear intention.

"I promise you."

Ron said.

There was joy in the girl's clear eyes.

"I will take you to the battlefield and return victorious. This is the oath I swore as a brave man."

"Then please take good care of me."

The girl saluted Ron respectfully and sincerely.

……

……

After leaving the Shuishenliu dojo, Ron recalled the purpose of his trip.

He was planning to go to the pub to have a few drinks, kill time, and see if he could get some interesting information.

"Aha! The guy in front, please wait a moment!"

A rather cheerful and slightly childish voice came from behind.

Ron turned his head and looked.

The long-eared girl who had challenged him with a saber appeared behind him at some point.

Beneath the wide cloak lay the crisp, clean-cut adventurer's attire. The leather top barely covered her chest, revealing a wide, white waist. Her seemingly soft abdomen seemed to conceal the outline of muscles, and over-the-knee leather boots wrapped around her long, straight legs, highlighting her tall figure.

"What's up?"

Ron knew that she hadn't called him for no reason.

The girl tilted her head.

"Well... you said you had something, but it wasn't anything serious. Anyway, what are you planning to do now?"

"Let's go to the pub and have a few drinks and waste some time."

"Ohhh! That's a great idea."

The girl came forward and put her arm around his shoulders with a smile.

"As fellow immortals, let us waste our time together amidst the envious gazes of the human race!"

Brave Chapter: 213, Vernet

"I did it, you can do whatever you want."

In the tavern.

The long-eared girl proudly raised her wine glass and emptied it in a gesture that was completely inconsistent with her appearance. The pale yellow wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her fair and tender neck and into the depths of her chest, which was covered by a leather breastplate.

Ron also drank it all in one gulp, but his movements were not as exaggerated as hers.

While drinking, he was also looking at the girl in front of him.

Long-eared tribe...

If I remember correctly, the average life expectancy is generally between one thousand and two thousand years.

Even taking the minimum, judging by her apparent age, she should have lived past the 500th year of the Ankylosaur calendar. But Ron had barely heard of this person... No, come to think of it, he didn't even know her name.

Or……

Is it someone who will die in this war?

"boom--"

The girl slammed the wooden wine glass down on the table, and the dull thud drew the attention of some people nearby. But when they saw the exaggerated saber behind the girl, they looked away.

Being able to use something like that as a weapon, to some extent, needs no further explanation.

Anyone can see that this guy is not easy to mess with.

"Virnet burp...Duragangrod."

The girl said with a smile while burping.

"This is the name of the great swordsman of the Long-Eared Tribe who will one day become yours. Don't forget it."

"Dulagangrod...Excuse me, are there many people with this surname among you Long-eared people?"

"Hmm? In my generation, I'm the only one with this surname, but my father and mother are still alive, so there's no one above me."

"Yeah."

Ron nodded slightly.

There was no special reason for asking this question suddenly, but he was thinking of Elina Lijie.

Her full name is Elina Lijie Dulagonrod.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but I have the same last name as the girl in front of me.

"anyway."

Ron filled Vernet's glass with wine, but didn't fill it to the top.

"What on earth is the reason you suddenly dragged me to the bar? If we want to talk about something serious, it's better not to drink too much."

"It's okay, it's really okay."

The girl stared at the turbid wine in the glass and shook it.

"I just heard Pergius mention you, so I wanted to get to know you."

"Pergius? Where are you from..."

"When we were drinking together in the pub."

Having said that, the corners of Vernet's mouth curled up slightly.

"Don't look at me as young as I am. I'm actually three hundred years old, okay?"

"Three hundred years old..."

Ron rubbed his chin and pulled the corners of his mouth.

Judging from the average age of the Long-eared Tribe, this guy is obviously very young.

Why should you pretend to be considerate of the younger generation in front of yourself?

But then again, judging from her attitude when she mentioned Pergius, they were probably more than just ordinary friends.

It seemed as if he saw through Ron's thoughts.

Vernet leaned close to Ron's ear and lowered her voice:

"You might not believe this, but when Perkius was an adventurer, I was once on a team with him! But he was always so particular about inexplicable things, and we ended up getting along so badly that we disbanded after reaching S-rank."

Her voice was clear, like wind chimes in the autumn wind.

The hot air he exhaled while speaking lingered around his earlobe, making Ron feel a little itchy.

"It seems like you and Pergius have a good relationship."

"Yeah, putting aside Perkius's inexplicable rules, I still like him as a person. And even though the team has disbanded, we are still friends."

"So this is why you stand on the side of the human race in this war?"

Ron asked.

"Well, the reasons are complicated."