I'll kill you next time

I just took a shower and wrapped the bandage around my chest and abdomen in a leisurely manner. Originally, this habit belonged to the old man of the patriarch, but for some reason it was infected to me.

Yavid stared at the silver-haired young man who had nothing to do with the old man in front of him. If it weren't for the familiar voice that needs to be beaten, he would really not be able to react for a while.

"…………"

"Why do you look like you have been deceived by your feelings? I didn't do anything."

After tying the straps, getting dressed, and wrapping the scarf, I finally had time to pay attention to the brat in front of me. From the very beginning, he stared at my face with an inexplicable disdainful look.

"...You have a young face, but you still have to pretend to be an old man. Are you in a hurry?" The brat who stared at the front for a long time finally spoke.

"Tsk, don't look at my appearance. I'm over 200 years old. You guys know how to judge people by their appearance, and you don't respect the elderly at all." Every time I go to the sanctuary, a group of miscellaneous soldiers stop me and ask questions. , No one will believe that he is an elder of Pamir, and whoever tells you that an elder must grow old.

"More than 200 years old...?!" The bear boy still looked skeptical, obviously such unimaginable words made him completely incomprehensible.

"Humph, believe it or not" I laid down on my back on the balcony on the top floor of the mansion carelessly, it seemed that I had slept enough during the day, and now I didn't feel sleepy at all.

"By the way, kid, I remember you always wanted to learn my moves, didn't you?" I said suddenly.

"Why, don't you think it's too late to say something like this now, or do you have some conspiracy?!" Facing someone's unusually active teaching intention, the young Yavid boy felt like he was facing a big enemy. There is no way to hide his petty thoughts in front of the 200-year-old fox. After all kinds of painful lessons, he no longer wants to be tricked.

"Good intentions are not rewarded. It's rare for me to teach you on a whim. I didn't expect my disciples to be ungrateful." They all have the same bad temper. If it wasn't for being a bachelor for so many years, I almost really thought that this guy was my bastard son who was lost outside.

"Do you know why I have been slow to teach you before?"

"Why, because you're lazy?"

How did this brat talk!Hearing that, I immediately put his headband over and clamped him into the creaking nest to force him to see the corpse gas gathered in my hands.

"Hmm, old man, let go of my neck, it's going to break!!" The bear boy was struggling.

"Be quiet, kid!" I knocked him violently, and continued: "Don't think that I don't know what your little brain is thinking, if you want to accept this power, you must have the awareness to take responsibility , first of all get rid of all the bad habits of stealing chickens and dogs in the slums, or you will feel better when you go to my brother."

"Brother? Old man, do you have a younger brother?" The bear boy stopped struggling, and turned his head to ask with difficulty.

"I think I seem to have told you about Saint Seiya and Cosmos"

"You don't need to say, it's also written in the book in the mansion, I've read it a long time ago"

"...You are smart, so I will tell you directly." I cleared my throat: "This move that can control undead is a unique move of the Cancer Gold Saint. Once you learn it, I will let you know." Sending it to the sanctuary to become a candidate for a saint fighter means..."

"It means that as a saint, I have to abide by the rigid rules of the sanctuary and fight for love and peace on the earth, right?" Yavid interrupted me and added.

"It's good that you know it." I was surprised, but I didn't expect this brat to be quite self-aware.

"Hey, such a boring and rigid life does not conform to my uncle's aesthetics at all..." Yavid was very depressed. He originally planned to find a backer, learn some skills, and then go back to Venice to teach those who bullied him. Then by the way To do a lot of business, I didn't expect to push myself into the fire pit first.

Strength and freedom are more important than others, even if he is as greedy as he really can't let go.

"Hmph, don't run away just because you want to get something cheap, Sanctuary is merciless towards traitors, so it's still too late for you to regret it now" I rubbed his white hair and reminded kindly.

"..." Yavid was completely stunned, allowing someone to ravage the top of his head wantonly.

"Have you decided? If you don't speak, I will throw you back to Venice now."

"I will, I will!"

"It's more or less..." I let him go and stretched, and then took out a shiny silver object from my sleeve:

"By the way, I forgot to tell you disciple, you need to cut off one thing to worship me..."

"Old, old man, what are you going to do?! Don't come here!!" The bear boy had a frightened face.

"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt..." I approached with a smirk.

"what----!!!"

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"Brother, is this your new disciple?"

Sage, who was sitting on the Pope's throne, looked at His Highness' two silver hairs, one big and one small, and the same peasy eyebrows on their foreheads.

"This child does not seem to be from the Pamir clan"

"It's not bad, anyway, this kid will be my disciple from now on." I patted the shoulder of the brat next to me in a good mood: "I'm here to report to you."

"..." The Yavid boy who had his peasy eyebrows shaved by forceful means had a look of lovelessness, and he swore that he would never trust this old fox again.

Looking at the sluggish look of the young man in front of him, he knew that his elder brother definitely did not accept apprentices out of a pure purpose, but it would be great to have someone to accompany his elder brother in the lonely and cold Pamir.

"Yavid, right? It's our first meeting. I'm the pope of the sanctuary. By the way, your master is my elder brother." Saiqi took off the triple crown and smiled at the boy below.

"?!" Yavid was horrified again. Although the old man had said that he had a younger brother, why did this younger brother look older than his elder brother?

Because of preconceived ideas, someone takes it for granted that he is also wearing a human skin mask to cover up his youthful appearance.

Of course I know what this brat is thinking, but I don't bother to explain. Of course, there are other things here besides reporting the population.

"..." Seeing his brother lying flat on his desk like a rogue again, Sage felt a headache again, he covered his head and asked:

"Tell me, how much do you want this time?"

Five minutes later, I came out of the Pope's Hall contentedly with a bag full of living expenses + pocket money. Basically every time I did this, Sage would follow me, as expected of my real brother.

And Yavid, who witnessed the whole process of master playing a scoundrel, didn't want to say anything anymore. How could he have thought that this guy was so unpredictable at the beginning, was he blind?

"Master, is your younger brother very strong?" On the way to the zodiac palace, the bear child suddenly asked me.

I put my hips on my hips and said proudly: "It's natural that you are powerful as my younger brother, otherwise how can you become the top golden saint of Cancer among the saints?"

After hearing what I said, the bear raised his head and continued to ask: "What about you, Master, who is better between you and the Pope of Sanctuary?"

"Why do you ask this?" I poked his forehead with my hand, and my tone showed displeasure: "Don't you, you brat, want to jump to his place? No use, only me and Sage can use it there"

"..." Yavid was completely speechless to this heartless master. It is obvious which one is better, the Sanyu who is sitting on the power, or Pamir, who is not a shit. What is his master holding? Only with a mentality can we abandon such a superior environment and not go to the plateau with harsh climate.

He is obviously a brother, isn't he, but the treatment is very different, whether it is the silver holy cloth of the altar, or the position of the pope, his master is a complete loser no matter how you look at it, but such a powerful Is power really something that losers can have?

Master, what exactly are you thinking...?

Childish doubts and unwillingness are deeply buried in my heart at this time, and when the time is ripe, they will quickly break out of the ground. At that time, what kind of situation will become between their master and apprentice...

The author has something to say: The next chapter will be Shi Yangyang!