Quick travel life mentor system

Chapter 488 The King's Candidate ([-])

When the time came, Serra went to pick someone up.

At that time, Charlemagne was dirty, and the unwillingness and resentment in his heart did not disappear, but they were hidden deeper. In short, he learned to be calm and disguised.

Serra nodded with satisfaction, "This looks like a person who wants to do big things." After saying that, with a wave of his hand, Charlemagne's body became neat and tidy, "Let's go, your training is not over yet."

In the following days, Charlemagne completely entered hell-style training, contacting control magic in the morning, running outside the city with lead weights on his hands and feet in the afternoon, and training swordsmanship after dinner.

Fortunately, no one has been paying attention to him, otherwise there is really no way to practice like this all day.

Time flashed forward to a year later. Charlemagne was successfully promoted to the great magician. Now he has the strength to avenge himself. By coincidence, Sera also successfully transferred his luck. Enos just felt that he had been troubled recently. Shun, the swordsmanship has not improved at all, and I don't know why.

As a gift before revenge, Sera gave Charlemagne the Bailian Shenhuo, the kind she had used before.

Although the name of the White Lotus Divine Fire is a bit outrageous, it can burn out all filth and even unclean souls. It was something Sera "requested" from the King of Gods in this world before the plot began.

"Filth...heh..." Charlemagne sneered, "Then I'm going to burn the whole castle down?"

Sera chuckled, "It's forbidden to take revenge, use your own strength to take revenge, otherwise what are you working so hard for?"

"you're right."

Charlemagne sat at the dinner table for a long time today. Although everyone expressed repulsion and dislike for his appearance, he still sat firmly in his seat.

The Duke frowned in dissatisfaction, but he didn't say anything, because today is Enos' birthday, he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere, he adjusted his expression, and looked at him with eyes full of love and care, " Enos, today is your birthday, Dad prepared a gift for you, see if you like it?" He passed a long box from the hand of the servant beside him.

Enos took it in surprise, "Can I open it and have a look?"

"Of course, this is your gift."

Enos opened the box, and inside was a gorgeously decorated long sword. Generally, such swords are more decorative, but the blade of this sword is extremely sharp, and it glows with a faint cold light under the candlelight. Take a good sword.

"Thank you dad, I love it!"

"As long as you like it," the Duke smiled and touched his head, "I'll take you to try this sword tomorrow. Let's eat first."

"Ok!"

Charlemagne was sitting not far away, watching their family of three enjoying themselves happily, feeling cold in their hearts. Everyone knew that today was Enos's birthday, but few people knew it, or didn't care if they knew it. Today was also his birthday. birthday.

A ray of flame ignited at the fingertips placed under the table. No matter Sera was intentional or unintentional, this was the first gift Charlemagne received. He clenched his fists tightly. Tonight, failure cannot be tolerated.

Sierra stood aside incognito, obviously the four of them were sitting together, but they were forcibly split into two incompatible pictures, good guy, if she were Charlemagne, let alone destroying the family, she would make up for it one by one after she could finish the kill, With whipping the corpse, can Enos live?joke.

The dinner dishes were very rich, but none of them had anything to do with Charlemagne. He only had bread and beef stew soup without any minced meat in front of him. No one thought there was anything wrong with it. The kitchen decided without even asking the Duke. , After all, it's the same as asking.

Charlemagne lowered his head and ate. Tonight was a physical effort. He had to eat enough. Fortunately, the Duke's family was not so poor that an illegitimate child was starving. Even if the food was not good, he could still be full. .

After eating, Charlemagne went upstairs and waited quietly for midnight.

The brilliance of the full moon sprinkled on the earth, and even the walls of the castle were silvery white. Charlemagne slowly sat up, lifted the long sword beside the bed, and walked out the door. He first came to the room of the Duke and his wife, and the long sword fell. Blood spattered three feet, and the smell of fresh blood began to spread in the air.

After solving the big one, he had to solve the small one, but Charlemagne knew that killing Enos would not be that simple, because Sera had just reminded him that Enos was so excited that he had not fallen asleep because he got the sword.

Charlemagne walked all the way to Enos' room. Along the way, blood fell to the ground along the blade of the sword, leaving a bloody spot.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Enos was wiping his sword excitedly when there was a sudden knock on the door. He looked at the door with some confusion. It was already midnight. His parents must have fallen asleep, and everyone in the family had gone to rest. There were only a few soldiers guarding him. Who could knock on his door so late?
"Who?"

Silence suddenly returned outside the door, which made Enos begin to suspect that he had heard wrongly. After waiting for a while, there was another knock on the door.

"who is it?"

When he asked, there was no sound outside the door again. After repeating this several times, Enos finally couldn't help it, and walked over to open the door. Of course, he didn't forget to take his sword. If the other party was a bad guy, he would Good defense.

As soon as he opened the door, a flash of silver light flashed through. Enos quickly raised his sword to block it. With just one blow, the sword was shaken out of his hand, and then a sword was pressed against his neck. Enos carefully Turning back, he met Charlemagne's eyes. The latter saw him looking over and immediately laughed, "Brother, speaking of it, this is the first time you have looked at me directly, but unfortunately, it is also the last time."

After speaking, the sword light flashed, and Enos fell down.

If they lose their luck and the blessing of heaven, those protagonists will probably end up worse than cannon fodder. After all, they mostly rely on chance to become stronger.

Charlemagne turned around and wanted to leave, but Sera stopped him and pointed at Enos who was lying on the ground. "Go and chop off his head to prevent him from cheating his death. Also," she raised her hand and dropped it to the ground. The magnificent sword flew into her hand, "This sword is not bad, you can keep it, treat it as... a trophy."

Charlemagne took the sword, threw away his original sword, and used this sword to chop off Enos' head.

Now Sierra was relieved, with Enos' meager luck, it was impossible for him to have a chance of rebirth.

After the murder, it is natural to be fireproof. Serra looted all the valuables in the castle and lit it. The blazing flame lit up half the sky, which naturally alarmed the soldiers. But when they tried to find the culprit, the two had already just left.

(End of this chapter)