Zongman: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Really! How can you act alone with people from the Loki Familia!"

As soon as Hestia opened the door, she angrily threw herself into Roland's arms and acted like a baby.

"The guys from the Familia clan are just like their main god, they are evil-minded guys, especially that Warren so-and-so, Mr. Luo Lan, you have to be more vigilant!"

Roland sighed helplessly, looking at the jealous look on the Loli Goddess's face, he guessed that she was probably very frustrated at the meeting.

"Will there be any accidents with God today? I know that you and Loki won't deal with it, but the uneasiness today is probably not caused by Loki."

Sure enough, the moment Roland finished speaking, Hestia's expression froze.

Roland was right. As soon as Hestia came back, she forgot about her reserve as a virgin and hugged Roland a little too much. The reason for this behavior was very simple, as if she was afraid that he would run away.

She simply wanted to bring back the [peace of mind] that existed in her heart in the past few days, that's all.

However, there are some things that you would rather die than say!

Hestia originally wanted to help Roland maintain the bottom line of the title at the Divine Conference, but Freya offered her assistance. Hestia couldn't say anything at all.

After the meeting, even though Hestia didn't have a good impression of Freya, out of politeness for rescuing her, Hestia still found a room and stopped Freya to thank her, but the result was that Heard an unexpected answer.

"It doesn't matter, Hestia, I didn't do this for you in the first place,"

Freya looked down at Hestia, and made suggestions to Hestia with that moving voice that made even a woman feel numb and seductive.

"However, after today's incident, you have come to realize the reality. You can't protect him, so why not leave it to me?"

When she noticed Freya's emotional voice and slightly intoxicated smile, Hestia felt something was wrong, and she already had an ominous premonition in her heart. But when she actually heard it, Hestia still exploded. Hairy.

"Don't even think about it! Roland is different!"

There is no god who doesn’t know Freya’s hobby. For heroes with brilliant souls, Freya will always chase them crazily, and then collect them until she loses interest and then discards them. She will not even allow them to be reincarnated. Being targeted by such a goddess is the worst possible situation.

In the lower world, this hobby has intensified. Many of Freya's family members today were picked up and played by Freya when they were young. For such a game, no matter how many times it is played, Freya seems to be obsessed with it. Have fun doing it.

Moreover, even when she was in heaven, Hestia had never seen Freya show such a fanatical obsession. After all, she was the God of love and beauty. Driven by that kind of charm, there was nothing she could gain. What about the stuff?

But now Freya expresses her desire so simply, which is enough to prove Roland's excellence on the other hand.

"Of course he is different, so I didn't let anyone harass him, because this kind of wanton behavior would make him angry..."

When Roland was mentioned, a sweet smile appeared on Freya's face unconsciously.

"Yes, that's right! Mr. Roland is very wanton. You may not have heard that since you were not there that day. He hopes to control the gods by himself, rather than serve as the gods' subjects, so he and you will definitely not get along. !”

After silently saying sorry to Roland in her heart, Hestia hurriedly began to add insult to injury, hoping to dispel Freya's thoughts.

"Isn't this... better?"

Freya smiled sweetly, slowly leaned down and whispered into Hestia's ear.

"This is more to my liking. Not to mention being dominated by him, even if I am like a pet, living only to pursue the praise of my master, abandoning all dignity belonging to the gods and flattering him without any bottom line, as long as the object is That child, I am also happy."

Hestia, who looked angry just now, was deeply shocked by Freya's heartfelt words. She looked at Freya with a rather helpless expression, her face flushed, and she didn't even say anything in rebuttal. Not exported.

"You also smell of that child?"

Freya gently stroked Hestia's hair, showed a soft smile, and sniffed greedily. This behavior made Hestia feel as if she had seen a ghost. She couldn't care less and ran away from Freya in a hurry. Next to Ya, he looked at the goddess from the heaven with perverted eyes.

But the other party didn't seem to care about her at all. She just stood there with a bright smile that was almost radiating. Coupled with her flawless and pretty face, she was as peaceful as a virgin.

"My hero...what do I have to pay for you to give me a little bit of kindness and love..."

Freya stretched out her fingers and tapped her lips, feeling the lingering smell from Hestia's body, with unusual excitement and excitement in her eyes.

I really want to get his love.

The unique love in the world, the love that seems to set the world on fire.

For this, she is willing to give everything.

Whether it is the dignity of the goddess or the pride of the past, she can give up. Even if she puts herself in humble dust, she will not be able to get his attention at all. But as long as the other party can see her heart, even if there is no response, she can give up. Well, Freya is already very satisfied.

Freya was immersed in fantasy, holding her shoulders tightly with both hands, her pretty face flushed, a pair of slender legs intertwined with each other, and her face with an extremely happy smile.

"Gu——!"

Looking at Freya, who had already started to move as if no one else was watching, her eyes were watery even though she hadn't left yet.

Hestia was trembling with a pale face. She bit her teeth tightly to prevent herself from making any sound, and left here pitifully.

Even though she didn't know what dog-licking was yet, Freya's sick gameplay was enough to shatter Hestia's outlook on life.

I am definitely not on the same level as this guy. No matter in any aspect, this emotion that may be called love is too creepy. To describe it as perverted is an insult.

Even though she was actually hugging Roland now, Hestia couldn't help but shudder when she thought of that scene.

"Good boy, good boy..."

Although doubts appeared in his eyes, Roland still controlled the restless goddess. While feeling the soft and wonderful impact that was completely inconsistent with her small body, he asked what happened.

He was also a little curious that Hestia, the always energetic and optimistic goddess, could show such deep concern.

"Sometimes, although I also know that this kind of thinking is selfish, I still hope that you, Mr. Luolan, can grow up slower."

Hestia said in a low voice: "I know that you are a hero full of possibilities, completely different from a useless god like me who can only read books. It is natural for you to leave me and go to a higher platform. However, I I just wish it lasted a little longer.”

Roland listened quietly to Hestia's true words, and put his hand on her head, stroking it gently as if to comfort her.

"The better you are, the more people will want to steal you away. Whether it's Loki's airport or that Freya, they've become so shameless..."

Hestia looked like she was hesitating to speak, with an unprecedented weakness in her expression.

"I'm really worried that one day you will fall into the arms of other Familia."

Freya?

When he heard the name, Roland roughly understood the whole story. He originally thought that the other party was planning to take advantage of him because of his strength, but it turned out that the other party had changed his behavior from the beginning.

Is it possible that this guy is fascinated by the glory of human evil? If this is the case, maybe it can be properly utilized in the subsequent wine-selling business of the Somo Familia. After all, the name Freya is still very good in bringing goods, and there is no need to pay endorsement fees...

Roland thought thoughtfully, but quickly suppressed this thought and smiled at Hestia.

"It doesn't matter. As long as you still treat me as family, Hestia, then I won't hurt this kindness."

For Roland, the world was quite strange.

Whether he becomes a demon or a human evil, Roland adapts relatively harmoniously to their three views, and sometimes seems quite indifferent and ruthless.

After all, it is not even his world. Even if he wants to empathize, it is difficult for him. Although he does not regard human beings as a simple number like Emiya Kiritsugu, Roland can at most treat them as if they have nothing to do with him. existence, or own property.

From the beginning, he was a person who lacked a sense of security. Only by personally confirming and establishing a bond can he gain his trust.

"Besides, joining the Familia once is enough."

If it wasn't for the favor, Roland didn't even care about the Hestia Family at first. He's not really a native of this world, so why would he treat himself like a commodity just to sell it at a higher price? Swap around.

Even if he really changes his religion, Roland doesn't plan to have any other choice besides the Holy Lord's Familia. What's more, although there is no basis for it, Roland has already felt that the experience of this time travel will become part of his secret language.

Just like Dio had traveled around the world before starting his journey to heaven, he and Roland both embarked on the journey in search of encounters, but Roland encountered various worlds.

Hestia did not speak anymore, but looked at Roland seriously. After confirming the authenticity of the reply, Hestia regained her reassuring expression.

The next morning, after hugging the cheating goddess in his arms and Esther, who quietly appeared at night and took possession of his other arm, Roland called Hestia up and updated her abilities again.

Then, Hestia, who had just said yesterday that she would not be numb no matter how much growth Roland had, opened her mouth again.

"All abilities have reached S level. It's only been a day. You didn't even go to the dungeon. How did you do this? Even the development ability has grown to A level."

Hestia glanced at Roland with some confusion and couldn't help but sigh.

"Although I thought it might be possible to bury you yesterday, today it seems that it is not absolute. In front of this talent, no matter what kind of god it is, it is just a thigh pendant for you. With your growth rate, I am afraid that the entire Orario children Their combined proficiency cannot be compared to yours."

"This is a bit ridiculous. The entire Orario's growth rate must be faster than mine alone. I can be sure of this."

Roland said firmly while putting on his clothes.

"Really? But with your ability value, you can consider upgrading, as long as you achieve a suitable great cause."

"I know, but don't worry, there's still some time."

Roland nodded, stood up from the sofa, and straightened his clothes.

"Aren't you going to the dungeon today?"

Hestia asked curiously. For Roland today, she is already very relaxed. After all, as long as Roland is unwilling, there is probably no one who forces him in Olalie.

"No, Finn from the Loki Familia asked me out."

"Finn, he is the leader of the Loki Familia, right? Why are you looking for him?"

Because he was a male, Hestia didn't appear nervous, but looked at Roland strangely.

"I don't know either. It is said that they want to reveal to me...confidential information?"

——

In Feng Rao's hostess, although it was already morning, it was still a little before the official opening time of the store, but for regular customers, this kind of rule naturally didn't matter.

Sitting at a table in the corner, Roland tore open the envelope in front of him, looked at the few words inside, and twitched his mouth.

"confidential?"

"Yes, confidential."

Roland turned over the piece of paper, pointed to the words "Sword Hero" on it, and looked at Finn.

"Is this a secret?"

"right."

"Orario's strongest rookie, Roland's title is Sword Hero?"

"right."

"Hahahahaha! Do you need to tell me whether I am a sword hero or not?"

"Legends are legends, this is the official certification of the guild."

Finn had a serious expression, but looking at Roland's speechless look, he didn't hold back and smiled.

"Okay, the guild is an official existence anyway, and they have to take responsibility for this kind of thing. The heroes recognized by them will be officially announced to the world. You are not just the legend of Orari, but the whole world. It’s a legend, this kind of reward is actually very high.”

"And fame is also a very valuable part. My family's head god also did a lot of work for my title."

Finn's title is Brave, which he requested himself, because to revive the small human race, there must be a representative figure. In fact, this strategy is also very successful. Up to now, the identity of the small human race has not affected Finn's status. Due to En's good luck, he has many admirers throughout Orario, and his prejudice against the small humans has gradually been dispelled, and his reputation has gradually changed.

"Even if you don't tell me, the title will be officially announced at noon today. You won't come to me for such a trivial matter."

Roland folded the letter paper in his hand again and looked at Finn playfully.

"So, there was a problem with the change of the dungeon last time. Didn't we tell the guild that this thing is contagious? How did they reply to you?"

"You're still so sharp."

When he mentioned this matter, Finn's face suddenly became heavy. He drank up the divine wine next to him in one breath and said helplessly.

"They said, don't worry, our Orario is thriving."