Re - Jobless Reawakening: The Succubus Sword Saint

　　[Water God Stream—Saint Level.]

　　The smoke and dust are surging and jumping, and the handwriting is blending, jumping and reorganizing.

　　[Evaluation: The dragon's rage ignited a blaze, and the flames swept past, leaving the maned wolf no time to even whimper.]

　　The 412th year of the Jialong calendar.

　　Midsummer Eve.

　　Allen became a Water Saint.

　　…

　　…

　　"Why do I remember that Luo Qixi's original words were 'Not even a bone is left of the maned wolf'?"

　　[However, there were many bones on the ground. ]

　　Alan looked down at the leopard's corpse lying on the ground with its eyes open, and stroked his chin in silence.

　　"This group of thieves is much stronger than I thought. James secretly spent so much effort just to kill me?"

　　"I always feel something is not right. I originally wanted to keep a live person to interrogate the details of why he was wanted. Unfortunately, he has already taken out the smoke bomb. So I have no choice but to kill him with the silent sword. In this situation, if I still want to capture him alive, it will be a big trouble if he escapes by accident."

　　[valid reason.]

　　Alan smelled the smell of burning protein in the air and pinched his nose.

　　"It's the only way to go now. Even if there are other issues behind this, I think when I reach the king level, James won't be able to cause any trouble in the face of absolute power."

　　"And he may not be able to tell that I killed these people. Before, I only demonstrated the skills of the Water God Style in the Red Dragon's Jaw. Based on their understanding of me, it is definitely impossible for me to kill this group of people overnight."

　　The smoke and dust floated in front of Alan, as if carrying a smile.

　　[Oh? What if? ]

　　Alan turned his head and looked at the distance where the Hellfire bomb had created two large pits. The area around where he had originally stood was intact, with broken limbs all over the ground, and sticky blood still flowing and spreading on the ground.

　　However, the pits on both sides that were slightly offset were charred black, with several burning charred corpses scattered around the edges. As for the members of the bandit gang that were directly hit by the Hellfire Bomb, they could no longer be seen in human form.

　　It must be said that the tactical plan of Gray Eagle and Leopard was quite meticulous and unexpected.

　　The scene was in chaos at the time, and the stronger ones in the thieves group approached Allen very quickly. The obviously high-level swordsmen were ahead of the crowd, while the weaker ones fell behind.

　　In this case, if they were really worrying too much, and Allen's strength was indeed as high as expected, he would be killed in the first round of encirclement and suppression. Gray Eagle could also throw magic to the top of his head or the lake beside him.

　　If Alan's strength is really far beyond their imagination, then these thieves who were instigated to rush forward will become stumbling blocks for Alan.

　　Even if he could kill this group of people in a short time, he would be hindered by the barrier made of corpses. At that time, Grey Eagle would not hesitate to throw magic at the crowd.

　　It was perfect, but they didn't expect that Alan could swing more than ten swords and make twenty cuts in an instant.

　　They had never even seen a move called Twenty Cuts. After all, Twenty Cuts was something Allen learned from Alex Kalman Rebeck, the Second of the North God, who visited the Water God's main dojo three years ago.

　　At that time, this guy was still trying to kidnap Allen, which scared Allen so much that he worked as a bath scrubber in a brothel in the capital for half a month to avoid this variable. After all, he was going to Buena Village. If there were too many variables, there would be more variables in the future.

　　Alan looked at the system panel in front of him and shrugged.

　　"Let's take a step back and say that even if James noticed me, he wouldn't be able to accurately determine where I am. I have never told anyone about my intention to go to Buena Village. This is a completely dark blind spot for them."

　　"At most, they would go to Roya City to wait for me. But two years later, let's not talk about whether the people they can send there can recognize me. I'm afraid that the fact that I haven't heard from them during this period of time will be enough for him to let down his guard against me."

　　[Haha, that's right.]

　　The smoke and dust dissipated, Alan smiled, and walked towards the pit in the distance, waving his arms as he walked.

　　'Both genres have been improved'

　　"It's not surprising that the Water God School has reached the Saint level."

　　"But I still feel that the Sword God style is more convenient to use. This style is really unreasonable. It depends entirely on talent and understanding. It is really difficult, but once you get the feeling, you can improve really fast. I can understand the feeling of Qinuo, a cheater."

　　"It's a little strange that the Northern God Stream has come to the upper level."

　　"It stands to reason that the practical school still relies on the healing magic pattern to get a temporary boost. I asked the system before, but the temporary burst cannot be counted because of the skills that can be maintained for a long time. So where is the boost, etc., could it be that"

　　Alan blinked, stretched out his hand and threw the blade in his hand, then his body suddenly fell forward as if he had no strength left, but at the moment his face touched the ground, he slammed the ground with both hands, and under the reverse force, the fighting spirit entangled and vibrated in the muscles between his arms and waist!

　　The next second, Alan kept his limbs downward, turned sideways in the air, and landed steadily on the ground beside him.

　　Retrieved the blade that fell from the air.

　　Thanks to Allen's practical background in the Beishen School, he was able to vaguely grasp the essence of the four-legged form after just one look.

　　'The four legs of the spotted leopard are really like a leopard. The Qiba School is still very advisable in some places. It was rare to see a real person use this move before. The royal capital is full of swordsmen of the Water God School.

　　At present, I am still very slow in using it. How can a four-legged person like me be promoted to the upper level? Could it be that there are too many upper-level swordsmen in the Northern God Style, resulting in the uneven average level? '

　　[Correct answer, the level of swordsmen in the Qiba School of the Northern God School varies greatly, and some of them are obviously not good enough, but rely on some insidious means to inhabit high positions. Judging from the current state of the host, it is just 10% lower than the average level of the Northern God School's senior swordsmen. ]

　　Alan blinked curiously.

　　"Since you know the average level of Beishenliu's top swordsmen, how many Beishenliu top swordsmen are there in the world now?"

　　The smoke paused for a moment, as if thinking for a while, and then the handwriting changed and reorganized.

　　[.3340 people, the Northern God School is very popular among adventurers and thieves, with a large number of people, most of whom are concentrated in chaotic places. ]

　　"Well, after all, there is a Beishen-ryu headquarters next to it. What about Jianshen-ryu?"

　　[.827 people, most of them are concentrated in the Holy Land of Sword.]

　　"This number is reasonable. It basically matches the size of the town in the Illiterate Holy Land. There aren't many high-level Swordsmen from the Sword God School who are wandering around. This place is not far from the Illiterate Holy Land, so we can still run into a few of them occasionally. As we go south and east, there will be fewer and fewer of them. What about the Water God School?"

　　[.4732 people, the elite of the Water God School are the ace bodyguards that the nobles all over the world cannot resist, and it is also the school with the widest audience.]

　　"That makes sense. That's the Northern Saint."

　　[The host should focus on the present and not aim too high. ]

　　"oh"

　　Alan, who was "talking to himself", had already walked into two dark pits. His feet stepped on the sticky blood on the ground again, and the dark boot surface that had just been dried by the fire was soaked with blood again.

　　He walked leisurely to the body parts scattered on the ground, squatted down, and used the blade in his hand to dig into the internal organs for a long time. Finally, he scratched his head helplessly.

　　"There are knives and pieces of meat all over the floor. I can't find the handle of my knife. I shouldn't have cut it into pieces so finely."

　　He turned his head again and looked at the deep pits on both sides that were still burning with flames, and was silent for a while.

　　"Forget it, I won't look for it anymore. I should just run away. This magic trick makes too much noise. It will be troublesome if someone comes over later."

　　As he spoke, Alan's face darkened and he turned to look at the woods at the edge of the camp.

　　The shadows of the woods swayed, and the leaves rustled. A figure stepped out from among them. His steps were slow, cautious, and a little hesitant.

　　Alan's pupils gradually widened, and his eyes followed the familiar knee-length boots to the other party's black stockings, the hem of the magic robe, the aqua blue braids, the heaving chest, and the surprised thin lips.

　　Stayed on the dark blue pupils.

　　The person who came was Luo Qixi.

　　She gasped for breath, covered her mouth with her hands, looked at Alan, and stopped.

　　The night wind blew between the two of them, but it couldn't blow away the thick smell of blood and burning human flesh.

　　I'd like to recommend a romance novel (which I've recommended before), "The Growth-Oriented Childhood Sweetheart Next Door" by Xia Ji. Readers who like romance and growth-oriented romance novels can go and read it.

　　(End of this chapter)

57. Chapter 57 Alan has a childhood sweetheart???

　　57.

　　Friends who often kill people know this.

　　It is easy to kill someone but difficult to dispose of the body.

　　This does not apply in the continent of swords and magic. In this world, all kinds of people are dying every day, and slavery is even allowed by various countries. Therefore, laws that maintain human rights are a luxury.

　　It is not difficult to dispose of a corpse, because there is no need to "dispose" it specifically. A corpse is something that can be thrown away at will.

　　Whether it is the stinking ditch outside the city or the slums in the remote corners of the city, they are all very suitable places for unknown corpses.

　　But Alan couldn't deal with it "casually". After killing the person, he originally wanted to destroy the body immediately, but when he realized that it was difficult to deal with the body parts on the ground, he gave up the idea and just planned to escape quickly.

　　At this time, in the forest outside the city of Rigate late at night, a good helper came who no longer looked at Alan with half-squinted eyes and indifferent face.

　　As a result, not only the corpses, but even the entire camp was burned to ashes.

　　When men and women work together to commit murder and dispose of corpses, the speed is often frightening.

　　The bandit group's base outside the city of Rigate completely disappeared from this world.

　　It won't be long before it becomes a ruin that no one cares about, right?

　　That should be the case.

　　But what if there was someone watching the entire process from the beginning of the hunt to the end of the destruction of the bodies?

　　Would this grand spectacle of hunting maned wolves be recorded in their eyes, and would they also remember the disappeared thieves' stronghold?

　　The traces of fire receded, and two thin figures jumped down from the middle of the cliff on the other side of the lake, away from the junction of the edge of the camp and the forest.

　　The light from the burning camp licked at the two men.

　　An old woman named Leta Lia, the pinnacle of the current Water God Swordsman and Alan's master.

　　A girl named Izuruti Kel'el, who has been Allen's childhood sweetheart since he was four years old at the Water God's main dojo.

　　"I thought someone had angered Darius, so he went to great lengths to set up a trap to kill him. I thought he had offended some expert who wanted to take his life. It turns out that the real culprit was Allen."

　　"It seems that he did not flee to Sharia, but secretly stayed in the Kingdom of Asura to seek revenge on James? This kid is still the same as before, he can't stand the slightest bit of anger."

　　The rhythm of Leda's words was quite similar to that of an older person in a higher position, with the majesty of a noble and a sword master. At first glance, the way she walked made her look like an ordinary old woman, but in the eyes of a high-level swordsman, her figure was flawless.

　　Izuruti followed behind her, her long, straight black hair, similar to a princess cut, flying in the air. Firelight burst out from her hair, and you could faintly see the ends of her hair with a blue outline.

　　She was completely different from Luo Qixi's half-closed eyes, thin lips and cold facial features. Even though she hadn't grown up yet, she still had a pair of strong facial features, big and round eyes, slightly drooping at the corners, with a gentle temperament, and a high nose bridge between her eyebrows, adding a hint of stubbornness to her gentle background.

　　He is considered tall among his peers, almost as tall as Leta standing beside him. Perhaps due to his many years of sword training, his legs and body are in excellent proportion.

　　Hearing Leta talk about Allen, Izuluti smiled gently with her eyebrows curved.

　　"Yes. I haven't seen you for almost half a year. Brother, he is still as sharp as ever, but his facial features have softened a lot. Swordsmanship"

　　When she said this, her expression changed and she frowned.

　　". He is still as talented as ever. I know that he is hiding his abilities in Beishenliu, but Jianshenliu actually knows the Silent Sword. And he has also solved the biggest problem of the Rock Secret."

　　A playful smile appeared on Leda's wrinkled face, and she turned to look at Izuruti.

　　"He has already touched the door to Sensation Flow. He is undoubtedly the Water Sage. Don't blame me for stopping you just now. In that situation, you would not be able to bring him back to the capital even if you came down."

　　Izo lowered her eyes.

　　"Master, if you do it yourself, there will be no problem, right? Don't you want him to return to the capital? Last year you said that the position of the Water God would be his sooner or later."

　　Leda looked at the burning corpses on the ground with an expressionless face.

　　"We have discussed this several times in the past few months. It is impossible for James to drive so many experts to the Jaw of the Red Dragon to surround and kill Allen. Now it seems that Darius was also behind the assassination last year."

　　Isaruti was still a girl after all. Even though she grew up in the royal capital's aristocratic circle and was well-educated, she couldn't hold back her expression and showed a panic.

　　".Are you going to kill him for Darius? This..."

　　Leda glanced at her granddaughter helplessly, stretched out her hand and pressed in the air to stop Izoloti from speaking.

　　"I have inquired about it. It seems that the reason why Alan often takes care of you is that he feels that your parents died young and you are helpless. And that kid Dantoris doesn't fulfill his brother's duties well and has a stern face all day long. That's why he is on good terms with you, not because he has a good impression of you. On your fifth birthday, you spent several days carefully selecting the hilt for him, but he only gave you a few snacks in return, didn't he?"

　　Izuluti couldn't help but think of Roxy's figure standing beside Alan just now. Her bangs covered her eyes, and her expression was dark and unclear in the flickering firelight.

　　"Master, I am asking whether you will kill him. I don't understand what you are saying."

　　Leda narrowed her eyes and looked at her disciple's hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the knife.

　　"What am I talking about? Look at your reaction! Haha, kid, if Alan was not good-looking, would you treat him like that?"

　　"!!grandmother!!"

　　Leda curled her lips helplessly.

　　"Don't worry. After all, he and I are master and disciple. I won't kill him. Although Darius is my savior, Allen doesn't know that Darius is the mastermind, so he doesn't pose any threat to Darius' life."

　　"Why not bring him back to the dojo?"

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