[Sword Three] Lord wants to cut the cloud dress

Nero Hefraus was the son of a blacksmith.

Having said that, Nero actually looks nothing like the old blacksmith.

Old Heflas was one of San Raphael's premier blacksmiths.Throughout his life, he had built countless excellent equipment and weapons for his country of Raphaels, so he was well-known in the local area and received the respect of many adventurers in Raphaels City.

Because of his years of blacksmithing, his complexion was red, his body was tall and strong, and his body was full of strong muscles.Although he is over forty years old, with his beautiful curly hair and deep eye sockets, Mr. Hong looks like a mature man.

But Nero happened to be his son.

Nero was black, not too black.It's just that in Raphael's country, which is either white or yellow, his unusual skin color seems a bit out of place.He had seen black people, most of them came from a special tribe in the Southern Continent, passing through this country as travelers.But he had never seen a native Raphaelian, a Negro.

Except for himself.

Because of the color of his skin, Nero was excluded by his peers at a very young age.He could hear what they said in private, but most of the time, he could only pretend not to hear it.

—Look, it's that freak Nero.

—Oh, that nigger Nero with no father or mother.

——He must have been picked up by old Hoeveras. My mother said that old Hoeveras was handsome when he was young, so he didn't look like him.

The number of times was too many, even Nero's temper was too good, he couldn't bear it anymore.

So he waved his little fist.

So he was pinched by the other party's parents and pushed him in front of old Hovras.

Old Hoeveras usually smiled at such times, then turned around and took out his huge hammer.It was a big hammer, and it looked heavy.Nero once tried to lift it but couldn't lift it.So those parents often run away in fright when they see the hammer.As time went by, no one came to his door and asked old Hovras to educate his son well.

But in fact, Nero knew about it. Old Heflas just took out the hammer and gave it to him as a gadget.Sometimes it will be a delicate little iron man, and there are also small iron boxes and small iron flowers.Every time old Hefraus took out the red-hot iron, he would look forward to what his father would hit this time.

Old Hephras has many hobbies, such as forging some delicate villains to give to the gentle couple next door, or sitting in the sun and reading for a while—even though his eyes are so fast It will be sour.And what he likes to do most is to tell Nero the legend about that hero in private.

Although no one dared to mention these legends after the country's famous Welsh turmoil, most people in Raphaels regarded these legends as ghosts and snakes, as taboos, and did not want to mention them.But old Heflas didn't think so.He talked about the stories about heroes with relish, and he enjoyed it very much.

"The hero was not called a hero before. He had his own name, but no one knew what his name was. When he was very young, the Twin Continent was full of evil demons and their dark church. Most of them were ugly and cruel. .They burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil. They regard human life as dung and slaves. There are rumors that the hero's parents were brutally killed by a demon."

When telling these stories, old Hefraus likes to smoke a cigarette and look at the white clouds in the sky.Then he stroked Nero's head with his calloused hands.

"After the hero saw his parents killed by the demon, he couldn't suppress his hatred for the demon. So he raised his sword and vowed to kill all the demons in the world with his own hands."

"And then?" Nero's eyes were bright, he liked to hear his father tell the legends of these heroes.

Old Heflas yawned contentedly, and there were some fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.This makes him who is not too old look a bit vicissitudes.He shook the ashes from his pipe.

"Then, he and his friend—by the way, he was a handsome male mage. It was rumored that he was the ancestor of a prominent mage ancestor in the Southern Continent. The two of them went to heaven and earth, defeated defeated all the demons in the Twin Continent, and also defeated the King of Hell."

"The king of hell?"

"Yes, it is said that the king of hell is cunning and can command all the demons in the world, but he always appears and disappears, leaving no trace. The hero found his trace on a dark and windy night. He didn't even Before he had time to call his companions, he went alone to challenge the King of Hell."

"Then the hero beat him, right?"

"That's clever, my boy. After the King of Hell was defeated, his body was scattered, and his soul was sealed by the hero, never to appear again. Since then, people have commemorated the king who killed Hell." The hero of the king of the world takes the word hero as his name. They regard him as the messenger sent by the God of Light to save the world, worship him, enshrine him, and take him as an example."

"What about the companion? I mean what happened to him?"

"Who knows? Legends can always only focus on the most brilliant characters."

"He is a person who answers questions, Dad! Nero has to be a hero! Protect Dad and sister!"

Seeing Nero's eyes full of fighting spirit, old Hephras couldn't help feeling a little relieved.

"Okay, our little hero, go see your sister."

"Okay, Dad!"

Nero's sister, Molly, was a lovely little girl, as lovely as a doll.Different from Nero, his younger sister looks very similar to old Hephras, and it can be seen that he is his own at a glance.

The only thing that makes people feel embarrassing is that this little doll is born with disabled legs and cannot walk upright.

Lady Howlas died giving birth to Molly.And Jasmine was weak since she was a child, coupled with a pair of disabled legs, which made him have to lie on the hospital bed all this time.When old Heflas was busy blacksmithing to earn money for Jasmine's medical treatment, Nero had been taking care of her.Therefore, this dissimilar pair of sisters possesses the same deep affection as any blood relative.

When the father and son came to Jasmine's bedside, Jasmine had just woken up.With the help of Nero, she sat up and smiled innocently.

This is almost Nero's happiest time.

However, good times don't last long, and happy days are always too short.

On the day that old Hephras passed away, Nero was getting a guild profile from the Adventurer's Guild.

He was only nine years old at the time, so it can be said that he was just a half-baby kid.But that day old Hovras told him with a solemn face that he was a grown child and should go to the Adventurer's Guild to see the world.

He has always believed in his father's words.Therefore, he did not hesitate to follow the advice of old Heflas, and carried his bag to the upper town of San Raphael City, where the Adventurer's Guild was located.

He was greeted by a hot receptionist.She just glanced at Nero before throwing away a membership introduction with no interest, and then sat back and chewed licorice candy.While chewing, he looked at the door seemingly unintentionally.When a group of tall adventurers appeared at the door, she served them attentively at the fastest speed, with obvious obsequiousness in her eyes.Even if they just came to pick up the mission normally.

"Cut, what?" Nero held the briefing of the guild in his hand, feeling quite dissatisfied.Is this what good-looking, well-dressed women look like?She is flirtatious and promiscuous, this kind of woman is really looked down upon.

However, Nero did not show these mentalities on his face, but stared at the introduction, watching a little bit.

He knew that his hero had endured humiliation and faced great hardship alone.And he, as a follower of a hero, should look up to him.The hardships and hardships he has experienced are less than one ten-millionth of what the hero was back then, so he can't complain about it.

Although he is only a nine-year-old child.

After learning about the adventurer's guild, Nero returned home.All she wanted was to share with old Hefraus and Molly the people and things she had seen in Uptown.

However, what greeted him was a mess.

The windows had long since been shattered, and the doors had been flung open mercilessly.The grass around the house was crumbling, and there were messy footprints everywhere.Nero didn't even have time to think about what happened, his body rushed into the house one step faster than his brain.

All the glass that could be smashed in the house was smashed to pieces.The weapons and equipment that were neatly arranged in the blacksmith shop on the first floor have long since disappeared and been robbed.There were traces of fighting everywhere, which made Nero shocking.He had no time to think, and the only thing in his mind was to find his father and sister.

Nero found his frozen body in his father's room.He sat down by the wall, already becoming a little stiff.There were bruises all over his body and blood all over his face.He didn't even close his eyes, he looked straight ahead, and his eyes fell on Jasmine's bed.There was no trace of Jasmine on it, and the little girl disappeared.

Nero walked over slowly with a dazed face, and called his father several times in a row, but it was of no avail.It seemed that he couldn't even blink his eyes anymore. The huge blow had caused his brain to completely lose the ability to think.He stretched out his hand unconsciously and helped his father close the pair of eyes that could not rest in peace.Then he squinted out of the corner of his eyes, and saw the mark painted beside Old Hovras.

It was the pattern of a black raven, and Nero recognized it.It belongs to an organization called the Brotherhood of Uta.They claim to be the descendants of Wales, but they are actually a group of extremists.They go around doing evil under the Welsh name.They claim that the world does not need heroes and gods, they claim that they are orthodox, and they exclude the Church of Illuminati, and even the Free Church.They do whatever they want, but they like to kill civilians who support the God of Light and heroes.Even the Free Church, which also does not believe in the God of Light, claims to drive them all to extinction, but to no avail.

And now, they moved the knife to old Hefraus' head.

He roared, he was angry, he was in pain, but he couldn't shed a single tear.

He hated himself for not being there for his father when he was being persecuted.

When Andrea arrived, what she saw was a scene of an eight or nine-year-old boy kneeling in pain beside old Hovras.

"Sorry, we're late." She didn't know how to comfort the little boy, so she could only step forward and apologize to him.Behind her was the neighbor who was holding Jasmine.

Jasmine in the neighbor's hand let out a heart-piercing sound of pain.Her cry was like a slap in the face that woke Nero out of his trance.Nero followed the sound with empty eyes and walked to the neighbor couple.

The neighbor's Mrs. Charles didn't seem to know how to face the little black man in front of her.She covered her face in pain, tears welled up in an instant.She seemed to want to say something, but when she opened her mouth, there was nothing but sobbing.

"Sorry, Nero. We...your father asked us to take little Jasmine out to play. When we came back...we didn't know..." Mr. Charles also had serious expression on his face.Old Hoeveras was a good neighbor and they always respected him.What happened now made him and his wife a little unacceptable.

"Little Jasmine seems to have been a little stimulated." After being silent for a while, Andrea said, "Now you are his only relative, you have to cheer up. Do you understand?"

Nero looked at the crying little Jasmine, she seemed to be tired from crying, her voice was not loud, but she never stopped crying.She was so young that she hadn't even stood up and hugged her father properly before losing him forever.

Nero gritted his teeth, he looked at the young Jasmine.He walked up to Andrea and knelt down with a plop.

"This...you can just say it if you have something to say, why..." Andrea was quite puzzled.

"Please take in Jasmine." Nero said.Resentment and resentment filled his whole brain.He knew that the current self had no ability to bring up his beloved sister.How reluctant and helpless he is, but he can only do this.

"We can raise her." The Charles couple hurriedly said, "You don't need to trouble Lord Andrea. We are willing to raise little Jasmine."

"I am very grateful for your kindness." Nero raised his head, very serious. "But the murderer of this incident comes from the Uta Brotherhood, and I don't want you to be involved. In addition, Jasmine's legs..."

Hearing this, Charles and his wife also hesitated, and said nothing more.

Little Nero was right.The Uta Brotherhood has bad conduct and erratic behavior, playing cards out of common sense.No one knew whether they would involve the Charles and his wife because of Nero and Jasmine.And they are just an ordinary couple, and they are not capable of protecting Little Jasmine.

But the Free Churches are different, if they will...

Andrea looked at the seriousness in Nero's eyes, and then at Little Jasmine who was still sobbing.She took a deep breath and finally nodded: "Okay, but you have to promise me one thing."

Little Jasmine has a place to go, and for Nero, a major matter on his mind has been resolved.So he didn't hesitate, and asked directly: "What's the matter?"

"Don't be reckless." Andrea said: "Before you become strong enough, don't avenge your father. You must promise me."

Nero did not expect that Andrea would see through his plan so easily.He gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger and vengeance that filled his heart.He looked at little Jasmine at the side, and then at old Hovras who was lying on the ground.Finally, he closed his eyes painfully.

"Okay, I promise you." He heard himself say, his voice choked as if it didn't come from his own mouth.

Andrea nodded, and took little Jasmine from Mrs. Charles: "The Freedom Church has a Freedom Church Garden in Midtown. I think you should know about it. If you want, you can come with me and Jasmine... ..."

"No." Nero refused without hesitation, "I have something to do."

Andrea knew that she had strongly asked him not to take revenge, and he would definitely not want to control him more.The gentle and kind female swordsman could only sigh softly: "Okay, I understand. If you want to see Little Jasmine, you can come and find me there anytime."

Nero nodded, and leaned closer to look at Little Jasmine who was tired from crying.He closed his eyes in pain, and gently kissed the flushed cheek of his favorite sister.

"So..." Canruila heard Nero, who was wrapped in bandages, finish talking about her childhood experiences. She tilted her head and recalled: "So this is why you want to join the Black Lions?"

It was only when she heard Nero talk about it that she remembered that the Black Lions had indeed received a mission to encircle and suppress the Uta Brotherhood.That mission actually came from the family members of the Uta Brotherhood, who had been killed by the knife. She remembered that she and the brothers of the Black Lions had spent several months planning and destroying this so-called Brotherhood for this vote.With very precise planning and perfect cooperation, they successfully completed the task.

But what happened after that was not as simple as she imagined.For some reason, she later heard rumors that the destruction of the Uta Brotherhood was planned by the Free Church.Therefore, after the Uta Brotherhood was confirmed to have been wiped out, this credit was given to the Free Church.

Because of this, the brothers of the Black Lion Group were still aggrieved.But at the time, Canrila felt that this was actually nothing.After all, the Free Church is the largest church in Raphael's country, and it does not do any good to fight against them.It's better to sell personal favors along the way, maybe there will be a chance to truly cooperate in the future, and the black lion group itself will earn money.

"But how do you know we did this?" Kanruila touched the bandage around her waist.The wound there has been carefully treated, and it doesn't look serious.She got up and walked a few steps: "Accordingly, isn't this incident already attributed to the church?"

"Because I was at the scene that day." Nero said excitedly: "I thought I had become stronger, so I was going to avenge my father that day. But I happened to meet you."

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the bandages on his body even fell off: "I didn't know until I saw your fighting style. I was too weak. So after that, I have been targeting you and trying to make myself better." get stronger."

After speaking, he sent another request to Kanruila, with a serious expression that even Kanruila couldn't help but feel a little moved: "So, please let me join the Black Lions."

Canruila thought for a while, and finally said: "Okay, before you make a decision. I think you'd better listen to my opinion first."

The author has something to say: =. = Ah ~ Uh ~ In fact, the hero and the hero’s good friend have already appeared.

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