[Comprehensive] Retirement of the brave

贞洁

That was when the brave man was just famous in the world, his name was praised and his hymn was sung by those who were plagued by demons.

The archer looked frantically at the expressionless man who opened his tent with a blanket in his arms and walked in, then found the brave man who was about to fall asleep as soon as he wrapped the blanket in a corner.

"Let me tell you, although you are very powerful, what I really like are women, that kind of hot girls with big breasts, thin waist and long legs. There is no result between me and you."

"Oh," the brave man rubbed himself against the blanket, then wrapped himself up a little tighter.

"Oh what, you," the archer threw the pillow over, "are you listening to what I'm saying? This is the fifth time you've raided my tent at night this month, Mr. Brave, what do you think of the little boy?" Where is the point, can't a small change be made?"

"..." Pushing away the pillow that was hit on his face, the brave man said without even opening his eyes, "Noisy."

The archer scratched his head frantically, with a look of wanting to die, "Let me tell you, don't think that I dare not beat you because you are very powerful! Let me tell you, believe it or not, I will shoot a cold arrow in your back next time! "

"Do not believe."

"Okay, okay, don't be crazy, it's not like you don't know his temperament." The magician who heard the movement opened the tent and walked in. His face was pale, and there were two big dark circles under his eyes. A sleep-deprived and devastated look.

He poked the drowsy brave man with his wand, "Recently, there have always been women sneaking into his tent in the middle of the night, and I don't know where they got the news from. One drill is sure."

"Hey," the archer suddenly became interested, and said with a smack of tongue: "The beauty is not shallow."

The magician glanced at him and chuckled, "It's true that there is a lot of beauty. There is a princess from a small country nearby, and there are a few noble ladies, and the others are like beautiful demons, pure country girls... that is All types came over and over again."

As he spoke, he poked the brave man again, "After a day of fighting, I was finally able to go back to rest, but as soon as I lifted the quilt, I saw a beautiful woman lying in it and looking at you shyly. Heh, if this guy doesn't run away, he might be chaste." Bao, sooner or later he will be dismantled by those women who are like wolves and tigers."

Then he looked at the archer with two points of teasing, "If you are interested, you can change the tent with him tomorrow, and then turn off the lights, and you can enjoy it."

"Hiss," the archer shivered, grabbed the blanket at his hand and wrapped himself up tightly, "It's okay, but I'm really not blessed with my small body."

"However, no beauties chased him out?"

The magician sneered and pouted at the brave man, "He just grabbed the quilt and ran away. The beauties are dressed in such cool clothes, so how can you chase them out?"

"Oh, that's it." The archer suddenly realized something, and then felt wrong, "No, how do you know so clearly? You can't be secretly in love with this guy, peeping through the mirror all day long, hey, hey, you , don’t hit, don’t hit.”

The archer was aggrieved while clutching his head, which was hit hard by the magician with his staff. The magician looked at him expressionlessly, pointed to the dark circles under his eyes and said, "Because the last one was lifted the tent." The victim is me."

In the days to come, the number of beauties who threw themselves into their arms increased as the hero's reputation increased.But his little friends had learned to abandon him, live as far away from him as possible, and compete with each other to be the one who lived the farthest.

And the brave man finally practiced the skills of not sleeping in tents or beds, and trying to satisfy sleep needs in various places where others can't reach, such as trees, roofs, etc., and successfully saved his own life among the flowers. chastity.

Until death.

control

There was a lot of noise in the bar, mercenaries speaking slang, charming dancers, and half-baked magicians doing impromptu performances.

In the corner, the brave man sat upright, looking ahead, as if he was in two worlds from the surrounding chaos.

Immediately he was hit by the archer.The archer held a half-drunk wine bottle, his face was a little flushed but his mind was still clear.

"Hey, Master Brave, we finally come out to relax after working for so long, why don't you join in the fun?"

"Play? What are you playing?" The brave tilted his head and looked at him in confusion, while reaching out his hand to block the drunken berserker who was about to roll off the sofa while holding the wine bottle.

The archer and him looked at each other for a while, and then covered their faces in self-defeating, "No, every time you look at me like that, I feel like spoiling a child."

"But I'm already 20 years old," the brave man said solemnly, "No matter which country's laws you use, I'm already an adult."

"It's just a feeling, feeling understand?"

The brave man shook his head, "I don't quite understand."

"Okay," the archer picked up the wine bottle on the sofa and found a place to sit down, and decisively ended the topic according to his previous experience that arguing with the brave would only become particularly boring and endless.

He touched the unopened bottle of wine from the table and threw it into the brave man's arms, "No, aren't you curious to see us drinking so happily? Open it and have a taste?"

"Taste! Taste!" The unknown magician who had already drank booed while waving his staff. The staff flashed and spit out a string of bubbles.

The brave man pursed his lips and looked at the companions who were dancing with demons and put the wine bottle in his arms back on the table, "I'm not suitable for drinking." He shook his head lightly.

"I don't know how much I'm drinking, and I don't know if I'm going to sleep or talk nonsense when I'm drunk, or maybe I'm drunk too."

He pulled out a blanket from the space to cover the little assassin who was sleeping soundly while holding his arm, his eyes were peaceful but with the innocence of a child.

"I don't know if I can restrain my strength after being drunk, because drinking may make my rationality loose, and the cost of losing control of my strength is something I cannot predict and bear."

"So," there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, even the smile was somewhat restrained. "Just drink it, and I can be the one who is sober and takes you home after you have had enough fun."

Not just drinking, gambling, drugs... At first, it was everything that would affect a person's reason. Later, he began to refuse drugs with narcotic properties, because it would make him lose control of his power.

Then, after his friends left one after another, he began to reject all forms of entertainment, sadness and joy, and memories... In the reincarnation of thousands of years, the brave man gradually turned himself into an ascetic monk, thinking about it The rock of cold and heat.

But, even though he lost so many memories, even though he became so different from the beginning, the promise he made was firmly engraved in his soul.

Always be restrained and sober, and send those crazy guys home safe.

generous

I can't remember who asked the brave man like this, "Money, power, power and even life, is there anything you can't give generously?"

The brave man at that time had just come down from the battlefield, dirty and covered with wounds, only a pair of dark gray eyes were clear and bright, not stained with killing intent or blood.

He lowered his head and thought for a while before answering the question seriously.

"Other people's things and things that are not in line with the balance, except for these two, if they need them, if they need to maintain the balance, I can just take them."

"Then you are really a saint." The man sneered.

The berserker who was walking by heard him coming over and put his arms around the brave man's shoulders, and said with a loud smile, "Then you are wrong, this guy looks generous, but he is actually very stingy."

"How to say?"

"For example, if I ask him for a grass, he will say that the grass grows there and has its own life, and he has no right to deprive it. Also, when the poor asked for wealth, he also said: Your poverty is not due to natural disasters, The poverty brought about by poor management and short-sightedness is the price you pay for your mistakes, not a reason to ask me."

The berserker laughed at first, and then said to the man with great interest: "His reason seems to be loose, but it is unfair to be generous to those who are willing to degenerate. It is unfair to help those who have caused bad results themselves It is against the cause, but a person who is diligent and motivated and knows how to restrain his curiosity will have his own destiny no matter what situation he falls into, so why should he be generous?"

The brave man nodded, and Zhongzheng said calmly: "It is true, so I never consider myself a generous person. If one day I really need to do something generously, then it will no longer be an act of generosity but will It's a responsibility."

"Really, if one day the world is smashed into a hole and needs to be filled with your soul?"

"What would happen if the world was smashed into a hole?"

The man shrugged indifferently, "Probably the destruction of the world or something."

"Then fill it with my soul," the brave replied without hesitation.

Tens of thousands of years later, the partners of those years have all passed away, and the gap in the middle level of the world has caused people with deep obsessions to die to keep coming up to the student level.

The brave man practiced his words, took advantage of the trend, generously sacrificed his life time and time again for the pope's arrangement, and then filled the gap in the middle class with his soul.

Time and time again, death becomes a responsibility.

希望

What is hope?

"Probably because you can always see a person rushing to the front when you kill the enemy. You know that as long as he is there, those alien races will eventually retreat."

"Every time I come back from the battlefield, I look at the quiet and peaceful town, I look at the people's smiles, and then I sleep on the soft bed and wake up in the dark, I feel that everything is worth it. Finish."

"Well, I hope that I can eat delicious food, and then I just think that one day that stupid brave man will mature and stop being such a headache, although the latter point is always disappointing. Haha. "

…………

That's what the hero's friends always said in the beginning.When they talk about hope or imagine the future, the brave always act as a listener, listening carefully, encouraging and praising, while keeping silent to themselves.

Finally one day, someone patted the brave man and asked him, "What about you, it seems that I haven't heard you talk about your hope yet?"

The brave man took out a small notebook and began to read one by one, "Always rush to the forefront, always maintain victory, protect peace and tranquility, become more mature and don't worry..."

Each one is the hope that people around have mentioned.

After reading, he closed the book and said with a smile: "I don't know much about what can be called hope, so I'll go and bring your hopes to reality. The task is a bit heavy, and it may be difficult when you are alive." Tired, but okay, I have endless hours to rest when death comes."

However, man is not as good as God, and the brave man probably did not expect that he would be resurrected again and again and dragged to work again and again. Even the world was destroyed, and he could not escape the fate of being pulled out to continue working.

But fortunately, after the brave man became Bai, he finally had his own hope—hoping that his boss would have a conscience so that he could live a retirement life as soon as possible.

The author has something to say: Calvin is gone, so I will send a few extra chapters first, which can be regarded as a supplement to the past of the dialogue and his own image