Alan blinked.
"As expected?"
Gileno looked at him in silence for a moment, opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed his mouth and changed the subject.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help. Yelling like I did just now to get Judd's attention was the best option I could think of."
Alan looked at Gileno's stern face and smiled.
"It's very effective and helps a lot."
The smoke and dust swayed in front of Alan's eyes.
[Instant mission - Philip's intentions and the people behind the scenes have been completed.]
[Participation score, rising! ]
[You have already figured out Philip's intentions, and you have also made your own judgments about the changes tonight, the assassination hidden behind the fake kidnapping, and the people behind the scenes.]
[As for the extra variables you brought, why do you need Gilenu's help to 'raid the battle'? ]
[Who is in the swamp now? And who killed Nakuljad? ]
[Beishenliu was promoted to Saint level. ]
[I think there is nothing better than killing two Saint-level swordsmen of the Northern God Stream within an hour as a proof of 'promotion', right? ]
[I believe that your Master Ye, who wants to take you away from the Shui Shen Liu Dojo and is known as the Second Bei Shen, will not be stingy with his praise for you. ]
[Even though he was somewhat casual in granting ranks.]
[Evaluation: You are truly a genius when it comes to your ability to respond to situations. The door to the Qiba Sect is always open to you.]
[It was Bei Er who said it, not me. ]
The corners of Alan's mouth twitched slightly.
The level of Beishenryu swordsmen varies greatly, and Bei Er, who promoted the Qiba School, is almost entirely responsible.
As long as you have solid basic skills and excellent practical "ideas", even a funny guy with mirrors tied all over his body can be awarded the title of Northern King. The system's evaluation level is based on the average level of the entire level to judge strength.
It's not surprising that he killed two sword masters and became the Sword Master of the Northern God School.
Because there are too many sword masters.
Even the Northern King has nearly forty people in this world?
You must know that there is only one Sword King.
It's quite outrageous.
Gilenu would shed tears when he saw it.
Gileno did not shed tears. She just looked at Alan's palm which had been spread out for a long time, reached out and placed her hand on Alan's hand, and then replied very sincerely and somewhat incomprehensibly.
"A lot of help? No, not at all. Are Miss Alice and the others okay?"
Alan broke free from his chaotic thoughts when he heard this. He blinked and subconsciously grabbed Gileno's hand.
"Fortunately, I have dealt with the kidnappers. They are all..."
As he spoke, Alan's palm was completely clasped with Gileno's. The other person's hand was bigger than he expected, and the skin was very rough, reminding him of a stubborn stone on the roadside that had been exposed to wind and sun for many years.
It also contains enormous power.
He is indeed a sword king with many years of experience.
Mmm. Huge power.
Um.
Fuck!! This is too strong!!
The thought was still flashing through his mind, and Alan subconsciously wanted to exert force. However, just now he cut a few pieces of wood and laid them out from the edge of the swamp in order to show off. Now there was swamp water flowing under the boards, so how could he have the feeling of being completely grounded?
As expected.
With a crisp sound, the wooden board under Alan suddenly shattered, and he was dragged into the water by Gileno, whose body weight was three times his.
Alan quickly jumped out of the mud and water, and then he understood why Gileno was unable to move.
There was no fulcrum in the mud and water, and the four-legged technique could not be used in this situation. The lubricant filled in the red ink was smoother than expected, which made the relative force meaningless. He fluttered twice and found that his body did not move.
Only then did she determine that Gileno's ability to not sink was in line with her ability to control her fighting spirit.
The rain hit Alan's body, and he watched the broken trees and planks in front of him rise and fall with him.
Silence fell.
Joining him in silence was Gileno who was standing beside him.
She looked at Alan, whose head was covered in mud and looked completely different from the divine soldier he had just descended from the sky. She hesitated for a long moment before she slowly spoke.
Still apologizing seriously.
"Feel sorry."
".Don't be sorry. The rain will dilute the lubricant after a while."
"I tried it. It's OK. When I was trapped in the middle of the fight with Judd just now, I could clearly feel the power. But he released more red ink, so it's hard to judge now. If they still have a breath, maybe I can ask them."
Alan looked at the two heads neatly stacked on the ground at the shore of the swamp and swallowed hard. He couldn't tell for a moment whether Gileno's serious words were a deliberate joke to him.
Turning his head, Gileno looked at the two heads on the shore with a serious face.
Alan swallowed hard.
"Don't worry about them. The dead cannot be resurrected. What about the dosage? How much red ink did the other party throw the first time? Do you still remember this?"
"Several times. I don't know the exact number."
".Ah. Then can you roughly estimate the time from when you were trapped to when you could feel the force?"
"Well, let me do the math."
There was a long silence.
"Sorry, I don't quite understand."
Alan looked at the broken wood in front of him, which was exactly the same as his mood. His lips parted for a long time before he uttered a word.
"6."
I polished the last chapter again, around 7:00, so the logic should be more comfortable and the transitions should be smoother.
But I still feel like what I wrote is a mess. It seems that I have been in a bad state these two days.
The next chapter will be finished, it will be quite late, everyone should go to bed, it should be around 12 o'clock according to the schedule.
I will try to have a good sleep tonight, and pick up my form to start the story of the tutoring period. There won't be so many conflicts in a short period of time, and it will be more about sword practice and emotional drama.
I guess everyone is tired of watching such frequent conflicts.
Thanks! Sorry!
I hope everyone is in good health!
Chapter 106: The rain has stopped, whose figure is there in the morning light?
The rain gradually stopped and the sky turned pale.
On the road outside the forest, the accumulated water from the rain has gradually seeped into the soil.
But the bright red bloodstains on the soil weighed heavily on Rudy and Sylphy's hearts.
All night long, Alan was gone for the whole night.
In the carriage that was chopped into pieces by Allen, Sylphy squatted in the corner of the crack in the carriage, staring at Allen's luggage next to the carriage, her white hair stuck to her face, her eyes unable to find focus.
She experienced too many firsts that night.
First murder.
The first time I encountered a life-and-death crisis.
first.
I watched helplessly as Allen's neck was cut open.
She thought about it all night, is Alan's injury really not a big deal?
Are you just holding on?
Given his condition, wouldn't it be better for him not to chase the assassin?
My thoughts are in a mess.
There is no answer.
The person who usually answered her questions was now far away and unable to respond to her questions.
One of them went after the assassin and has not returned yet.
Allen
Didn't come back.
Why just huddle in the carriage?
Because she was a little afraid of blood at this time.
In the final analysis, no matter how much she imitated Alan's calm demeanor or learned Roxy's expression.
She is just a seven-year-old child, and the length of her life has just begun. In the original plot, she would only cry bitterly when she was separated from Rudy a few months later. How could she accept the current situation?
And when she saw the bloody internal organs, limbs and broken bones on the ground, she felt her stomach churning.
Is it because of the corpse?
But she clearly no longer thought about the corpse or death, and just sat quietly in the carriage.
Don't think about anything.
Just thinking about Alan's face.
But it only made me feel more uncomfortable.
My stomach felt even more churning.
why is that?
No one answered her.
So she could only sit there with her knees hugged and stare blankly.
In complete contrast to her reaction was Rudy, who sat on the wheel beside her, staring at the bodies of the kidnappers on the ground who were killed by his own hands.
His reaction last night was already very quick, but when he felt someone attacking the carriage and realized he had to fight back, he still hesitated at first.
After all, at this point in time, Rudy's progress in integrating into the world is not even as high as Alan's.
He still couldn't accept that this life in this 'other world' was suddenly mixed with blood, and the image of death was so straightforward and bloody in front of him.
He killed it with his own hands.
In the original novel, he was even unwilling to kill and tried his best to avoid killing. This behavioral logic was particularly obvious before the Battle of Shillong.
Then, while he was hesitating, he saw Alan chopping a kidnapper from his hand to his arm, piece by piece, like Ceness peeling potato chips.
Finally, he chopped off the opponent's head.
Very straightforward.
At this moment, what came into his eyes through the rain curtain was what the NEET remembered, the scene in the snow valley where he was thrown towards Paul by Allen.
In his eyes, the falling rain seemed to have turned into the snow of that day, and on the other side of the snow flakes and the wind.
It was the moment before Allen and Sylphy fell into the valley.
Just this moment.
Rudy's body moved.
His actions were even faster than his thoughts. He didn't need to think too much before his magic power surged within his body. He didn't even need to raise his hands deliberately before they were already in front of his face.
The ice blade flew out from his palm, and even through the heavy rain, it still accurately stabbed at the "kidnappers" around the carriage in front.
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