Guda-kun is a heroic spirit [Comprehensive]

Seeing the bitterness on Fujimaru Tachika's face, Sirio shut up wisely. He used branches to stir the fire one after another. out.

"Quick, Lixiang, come and have a taste." Melissa took out three cups filled with hot tea from the shed, and greeted her in an unskilled manner, her awkward pronunciation did not affect her enthusiasm, "wait for the fish in a few days After the flood season, there will be no such opportunity.”

The black-haired boy nodded, holding the cup in one hand and the grilled fish in the other. The wonderful smell of the charcoal fire lingered around him. He tried to taste it, and it was indeed what they said.

The three young people got together to talk about the world, and then the Melissa sister and brother were surprised to find that this unknown boy was unexpectedly knowledgeable, and he could tell a little bit about astronomy and geography.

"Wow! So you went to school?" Syrio was envious. He worked with the rough sailors, and the most envious were the knowledgeable people.

And Tachika Fujimaru was silent. It stands to reason that he does not understand Italian, but now he can communicate freely. After thinking about it, he had to pile this blame on the Holy Grail, maybe it has the function of a translator.

Enough talking, as for writing... well, let's not mention it.

When the Melissa siblings looked at him with hopeful eyes, the boy swallowed hard and shrugged regretfully, "Uh, as you can see, I only know a little bit."

After hearing the news, the two inevitably showed some regretful expressions.

The aroma of the grilled fish in his hand drifted away with the wind, and the heat gradually dissipated. When an unexpected guest arrived, the night wind brought the commotion from afar along with him.

Sirio originally planned to go and have a look, but was stopped by her sister. She cleaned up the fire pit and urged the two teenagers to go back to the shack. She pulled the curtain tightly, "You guys just stay inside and don't come out. .”

"Who are those people?" Fujimaru Tachika asked in a low voice.

"It's the manager here. The shed we rent has to pay them every month." Syrio's voice became more and more annoyed, "But they always find excuses to ask for more money, or we are now... "

There was the sound of a glass being smashed outside, and at the same time there was Melissa's obstruction, "Listen, the rent has already been paid at the beginning of the month, and it was paid by Daryl. You can ask him."

The man confronting her laughed exaggeratedly, "No, no, no, Melissa, you gave it to Daryl, not to me. Now that we are parted, shouldn't you pay me another money?"

"You are robbing!"

Fujimaru Tachika and Sirio looked out through the gap in the door curtain, and there were five or six strong men standing opposite the girl. They were wearing neat shirts, with bronze skin and strong arms under the rolled up cuffs.

No matter how you look at it, it's not very good.

The man standing at the front put his finger to his lips and pretended to say, "Shh, baby, don't speak so loudly, look at your face."

The people behind him began to surround him, forming a semi-encircling circle and enclosing Melissa inside. Seeing this, Syrio wanted to rush out, but was held back.Obviously the other party looked weaker, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break away from the control of the black-haired boy.

As a last resort, he yelled in a low voice: "Let go of me, that's my sister!"

"Wait a little longer." The boy replied in a quiet voice.

Fujimaru Tachika stared at those people intently, he was waiting for a suitable position, if those people continued to approach Melissa, he would directly kick the crotch of these people unceremoniously.

"let me go!"

Melissa screamed, and the younger brother couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out of the shack. Even though he had been exercising all year round, he was still a child after all, and he was quickly restrained by those people.

Fujimaru Tachika sighed and stood up right after him. He tried his best to look harmless, "Can you please let him go?"

The leader's eyes kept looking up and down at the young man who suddenly stood up. Black hair is relatively rare here, and his face tends to be soft. With eyes like blue sea and fair skin, he can be sure of this People are new here.

The lewd eyes wandered between Fujimaru Tachika and Melissa, and the man made a low and artificial voice, "So you have started this kind of business too, instead of taking advantage of that foreigner, you might as well follow me, it seems to you For the sake of some beauty, your brother can also follow me."

Syrio, who was pinned to the ground by them, yelled, "Sister, go away! Leave me alone!"

The man moved his finger, and the men punched and kicked him brutally.Melissa hurried forward to stop, but was pulled away by the strong men, trying to further bully her.

Mixed shouts of men and women filled the open space, Fujimaru Tatsuka looked around, and the other shantytowns pulled the curtains tightly for fear that they would be affected, and they did as he wanted.

The boy moved his hands and feet a little on the spot, and soon the second wave of screams rang out, but it was from the group of men who came to collect the rent.

The leader was hit on the chin with an uppercut by Tatsuka Fujimaru, and then he grabbed the opponent's collar and waist and threw him to the ground with great force, making an astonishing noise, and immediately followed by his followers who were also kicked neatly from the side Kick down.

"Who else?" He asked with a polite smile. The man at his feet secretly took out a knife from his waist, but before he could move, the young man nimbly removed the weapon, and the knife fell down.

Seeing this, the others couldn't help but backed away, leaving only the remnants on the ground that recorded what happened just now.

"Are those people still chasing them?" Tachika Fujimaru asked Sirio after he picked up a rope and tied the two people up. He actually wanted to catch up with those people to avoid accidents, but Melissa didn't let them take any more risks.

The girl bid farewell to the neighbor who came to inquire about the situation, and when she turned around, she just heard this sentence. She wiped away the tears on her face and shook her head quickly, saying: "Don't go, they are members of the Port family, if those people come It's going to get worse, it's not too late to pack up and get out of here."

The Melissa siblings didn't have many valuable things, so they quickly packed two bags. Syrio walked a few steps and stopped and said, "No, I have to get this month's wages."

The girl touched her pockets, they didn't know where they could go because they were so cash-strapped.It's not easy to fill your stomach until you find your next job.

And now they have offended the Gang family. The money they had saved to rent a house has now been turned into travel expenses, and they have more mouths to eat.

After thinking about it, Melissa was still not happy with her brother's taking risks, but Syrio persisted—children from poor families always need to worry about more things, and they knew too well what it was like to be hungry.

When the matter suddenly developed to this point, Fujimaru Tachika felt that he should do something. Seeing that the two siblings were in a stalemate, he opened his mouth to mediate: "Why don't I go with Sirio, he won't be hurt, but Mei Li Sha, can you find a safe place to hide temporarily?"

The girl pinched the patch on her waist and pursed her lips repeatedly. After doing this a few times, she finally made up her mind.

"Yes, I can temporarily hide with Aunt Lorna, Syrio knows the address, you must be careful."

"You too." The black-haired boy waved at her, and the three of them split into two paths and walked towards different places.

According to Syrio, he worked as a coolie for the sailors at the port. Although he worked very hard every day, his salary was meager.Even so, the chief of the sailors hasn't given him any money for two months. This money may not be a big deal to him, but it is everything to Syrio.

"He likes to drink in bars near the port the most. Let's go in through the back door." Syrio said, pointing to the brightly lit shop in the distance.

Fujimaru Tachika followed him around the street behind the building. I don't know if it was because it was late or for some other reason, but the air was terribly quiet.

Just when Syrio unscrewed the handle of the back door, the black-haired boy suddenly realized something, reached out and grabbed his collar and pushed him aside, the door opened, and several black gun barrels also stretched out.

Through the gap, Fujimaru Tachika could see the messy scene in the bar. The gunmen immediately discovered Sirio's existence. Seeing that the muzzle of the gun was about to turn away, he paused for breath, and the projection magic did not hesitate. launch.

click-

The boy fell to the ground, thinking that he was doomed, but at this moment, a bright light flashed, and the guns in the hands of the adults were all shredded, and the neat cuts were frightening.

Fujimaru Tachika seized the opportunity of their bewilderment to knock them down in twos and fives, so as not to provoke more people, he quickly finished all this, then reached out his hand to the bewildered Sirio, and asked with concern : "Are you okay?"

The boy shook his head in a daze, and after a few seconds to realize what had happened, his eyes immediately turned into fanatical admiration.

"You are amazing!"

The boy scratched the back of his head embarrassingly, but his expression quickly changed to awe-inspiring, "Let's talk about it later, let's get out of here first."

Before Sirio could answer, bright orange flames flew past Fujimaru Tachika's head, and the alarm bell sounded in his mind. palm.

"... Illusion? Is it of the fog attribute?" The other party spat out a few words in a half-believing voice, with a clear and pleasant voice.

Only then did the young man begin to observe his opponent. He looked about 20 years old. He was wearing a neat suit, buttoned up meticulously. A dancing flame was burning on his forehead. His golden hair and golden eyes were even more radiant under the halo. brilliant.

Fujimaru Tateka leaned forward slightly, drew the long knife out of its sheath, and made a gesture of preparing to attack, "Who are you?"

The author has something to say: fight first and then talk