It was noon, and a dazzling golden sun was releasing light and heat.
The blue sky is pure and flawless, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the weather is so good that it can make meteorologists drool.
Ren and Artoria got on a public carriage. The curtains of the windows had been opened. They sat on their seats and looked at the busy scene of traffic outside.
As soon as you sense it, you will notice many auras that are majestic, ethereal, or deep and heavy.
"Ren, there are more and more powerful people in the city these days."
After getting off the carriage at the Roman Civic Square, Artoria's eyes swept across the streets with a deep breath of extraordinary beings.
Rangers carrying long swords, berserkers holding axes, knights wearing white leather armor... This famous "wine capital" on the continent has gradually become a mixed bag.
Renn nodded with a smile, glanced at the sculpture of San Carlo, the Blue Sword in the square, and raised the corners of his mouth:
As the news of the sanctification of "Gun Ghost" Carlos continues to ferment, and the arrival of Karl, the director of the 7th Bureau, more and more powerful people come from all over the kingdom and even the countries on the mainland, preparing to witness this historic moment.
Hearing Ren's tone of fearing that the world would be in chaos, King Da Mao shook his head.
She knew Ren's cheap cousin very well, he was a restless person at heart.
When the two entered the Brave Building in the north of the square, they truly felt the atmosphere of flowers blooming and fire cooking oil.
"Haha, the gun ghost is awesome, and I, Farolan, are so awesome!"
"After disappearing for so many years, I thought he was dead. I never thought that he would rush hundreds of miles away, break through the heavens with bloody battles, and come back strong. I admire him!"
"You were so bold. You killed them right under the nose of Prince Milo. Your luck was almost gone."
"Tsk tsk, he is now a veritable spear saint of the generation. Except for the vice-president of the Demon Hunter Association──"Magic Spear" Carragher, I am afraid that no spearman in the world is stronger than Carlos.
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Inside the building, in the splendid hall on the second floor, many extraordinary people gathered together, and the atmosphere was very lively.
Everyone was holding newspapers and talking about it.
There are many extraordinary professionals who are not here to accept tasks at all. They are drinking from wine bottles and chatting. The Brave Mansion has become a gathering place.
There are many strong ones.
Ren briefly sensed that there were several strong men from the temple present, dozens of masters, and a large number of third-level and below-level extraordinary beings.
But he dares to say that everyone here is rubbish.
Renn is confident that he can defeat any extraordinary person present, including those powerful men at the temple level.
There is only one exception.
On a row of seats on the left side of the hall, there was a tall, thin man with unkempt hair and smell of alcohol.
The man was hunched over, leaning against the back of the seat with his head lowered. He was wearing a tattered gray windbreaker, and the sleeve on his right arm was empty.
Realizing that Ren's eyes had been fixed on the one-armed man in the corner, Artoria couldn't help but look at the man who looked like a homeless man.
His breath was normal, nothing unusual.
However, it wasn't until she looked there that she was surprised to realize that there was someone sitting there.
As if aware of the gazes of Ren and King Da Mao, the one-armed man raised his head and glanced at the two of them with his gray eyes.
Huh~
The cold and ruthless eyes flashed away like a cold blade, and the terrifying evil aura of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushed towards his face.
Artoria's pupils shrank sharply and her hair stood on end. Her body tensed up and she clenched her fists subconsciously. She almost couldn't help but want to pull out the holy sword from behind.
No one else was aware of it, but it couldn't be hidden from her intuition.
The one-armed man lowered his head again. The terrifying murderous aura was fleeting and existed as objectively as a shadow in the sun, but it was easily ignored.
Ren's expression was also a little solemn, and he gently put his hand on her shoulder.
Only then did King Dai Mao calm down. It wasn't that she wasn't calm enough. At that moment, she felt that if she didn't draw the sword quickly, she would be in danger of moving her head.
This person may not be better than the witch Josefina he met earlier, but he is too dangerous.
"Hey, hey, what kind of tramp dares to take my place!"
A brown-haired, blue-eyed man with two Force firearms in his trouser pockets walked up to the slovenly one-armed man and kicked him in the knee with a look of disgust.
The one-armed man slowly raised his head, his unshaven face almost expressionless: "There was no one here before."
"I just went to the toilet, why don't you get out of here."
The brown-haired and blue-eyed gunman looked at the slovenly appearance of the one-armed man with contempt in his eyes. He seemed to regard him as a street vagabond who had sneaked in to rest.
The one-armed man had an expressionless face and a slightly low voice: "You didn't occupy your seat, and I have no reason to give up my seat."
"hehe."
The brown-haired and blue-eyed gunman sneered and clenched his fists, as if he wanted to knock the sloppy one-armed man to the ground with one punch.
The next moment, his movements stopped. Someone grabbed his arm firmly. The gunman turned around and saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes standing next to him.
"Master, is something wrong?"
The brown-haired and blue-eyed man was slightly startled, feeling the powerful aura of the fourth-level [Demon Hunter Master] in the young man. Although he was a little confused, his attitude was very respectful.
He is only a second-level [Wind Controlling Gunner], and he does not dare to offend a fourth-level master-level transcendent.
Renn put down his wrist and said calmly:
"I'm just saving your life, Windmaster. If you think you're better than me, you can continue to commit suicide."
This man is really an old man who thinks he has a long life. He doesn't even dare to say that he can defeat the man sitting in the seat.
This gunman, with his small arms and legs, might die without knowing how he would die if he offended someone.
The brown-haired and blue-eyed gunman was startled. He glanced at the expressionless one-armed man sitting in the seat, then glanced at Ren, and suddenly cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
He is not stupid and does not think that a master demon hunter needs to lie to him.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, he is trying to provoke ruthless people who cannot be provoked at all.
"Sorry, sir, I was wrong."
The brown-haired and blue-eyed gunman immediately bowed and apologized to the one-armed man on the seat, groaning secretly in his heart.
So unlucky.
This sloppy man's aura was similar to that of an ordinary person. He couldn't even be sure whether the other person was a transcendent. Otherwise, how could he dare to bully a guy who was at least level four?
The one-armed man didn't say anything. His gray eyes looked at Ren for a moment, then he lowered his head and continued to doze off.
The brown-haired, blue-eyed gunman felt like he was being pardoned. He gave Ren a grateful look and quickly stepped aside.
This scene certainly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.
A bald man holding a dark golden Force firearm grinned and said:
"Hahahaha...Young master demon hunter, why bother with him? I still want to see him continue to seek death."
"Haha, maybe he won't die. If he kicks Kelvin, if he punches him again, he will be beaten for the rest of his life!" A black-haired woman wiping a dagger said jokingly.
A man leaning against the wall was smoking and said disdainfully:
"It is true that he will not die. He is just a wind-controlling gunner, and he is worthy of the 'Invisible Sword, the Life-Destroying Ghost' to kill him."
The few people who spoke were either from the Holy Temple or master-level experts. Apparently, a few people in the hall knew the one-armed man named Kelvin.
Of course, more people looked confused and curious.
The brown-haired and blue-eyed gunman listened to the discussion, his face flushed, and he was very happy in his heart. Under everyone's weird eyes, he quickly slipped out of the Brave Mansion.
Fortunately, the boss doesn't want to be acquainted with him.
"Shut up, everyone!"
The one-armed man Kelvin glanced at the few people watching the fun with cold eyes, and those people suddenly did not dare to say a word. One can imagine his intimidating power.
Unable to sleep, Kelvin stood up with a look of displeasure on his face. He threw a stack of newspapers on the chair and looked at Ren:
"You are very good. You have such strength at such a young age. It is a bit strange that you are not famous in Falorland."
"Thank you, senior." Renn smiled faintly. Although he only displayed a master-level aura, he obviously did not hide it from the shadow warrior in front of him.
"Don't be humble, let's go kill the enemy together if we have the chance!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kelvin's figure disappeared under everyone's eyes like a ghost.
Many people didn't react at all and thought they were dazzled.
Even Artoria didn't see clearly how he disappeared. Renn only saw a flash of gray light and didn't know the specific trajectory when he left the hall.
He is indeed a master, a killer to be precise, but I don't know him.
The two looked at each other and continued up the stairs.
"Hey, who is that young demon hunter master just now? He's not bad, but he looks unfamiliar."
"Maybe he's not from Farolland. Many strong men from other countries have come recently, but Kelvin seems to value him very much. I guess he has two skills."
"Who is Kelvin? Why haven't I heard of him?"
"Well, like Gun Ghost, he was originally a member of the Fire Dragon Knights... Well, forget it, let's not mention him. He doesn't want us to talk too much." The woman holding the dagger stopped mid-sentence.
"That young man is Renn Ackerman, a native of Bu Shen City. I met him in Wilton City. He and Nicholas Gere, that pervert, teamed up to kill a veteran werewolf Marquis."
"Tsk tsk, is that the newly promoted demon hunting master? He seems to be a genius too, but he doesn't seem to have a good reputation."
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Ignoring everyone's comments, Ren and King Daimao had arrived on the fourth floor and opened the door at the end of the corridor.
"Where are the things?" Ren found a chair and sat down, looking at Shirley who seemed to be reading a book, and asked.
"Huh, I'm doing something for you, so I don't know how to thank you." Putting down the book, Shirley gave him a white look with her beautiful eyes.
She took out a black wooden box engraved with runes from under the counter and handed it to him.
"If you can do it for free, I will thank you." Ren took the box and said lazily.
Shirley is just a staff member. He spent real money to purchase things and information through the association's channels, and he doesn't owe anyone any favors.
Pa~
Ren reached out and opened the box, and inside were two pieces of translucent jade that were flowing with golden light. The jade stones were engraved with sacred texts, and the words were filled with radiant holy power.
Two high-level inheritance crystals record the guidance method and various supporting professional skills of the [Paladin] profession.
"Ha, future saint, here you go." Renn smiled slightly and handed the black wooden box to King Da Mao.
