Law of the Devil

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(Today's update, 2 in 1 chapter ~)

Chapter 522 [Lion Vulture Juvenile]

“Kakarot, that's a strange name. ”

In a room on the third floor of the Knights' Association headquarters, Dron leaned lazily against the chair and his dirty boots hung on the table with a player's information in his hand. He also smells of wine and fat powder.

Dewey sat across from him, glancing at the Drone knight's boots, sniffing his nose, frowning: "Where were you last night? Which fairy's nest did you run into again? ”

“Oh, no, no.” Delon shook his head together, and his expression was obviously somewhat proud: “Thanks to you, my Duchess, I'm not going to go to those cheap fairy nests in the south of the city anymore... those cheap perfumed fat powder flavors —— God, I can't imagine how I could stand them. Now I have a different identity. Last night, a countess invited me to the haunt outside the city, and I have to say, it's a great place! If it was me, I would never get into that place —— oh, even if I could, I wouldn't be able to afford it. ”

Dewey smiled, and he knew where Delon was, and he had been with Prince Chen himself.

“The chicks in that place are so beautiful and intoxicating. Unfortunately, if you hadn't come to me earlier this morning, I would have slept with that little baby until noon. ”

Dron threw the pamphlet on the table: "Well, my Duchess, let's get down to business. I am a serious person, and I will never do anything when I do business. ”

Dewey whistled and thought, "Serious people? Is there anyone in the world who's more dishonest than you?

“This Kakarot is our contender in the finals of our beautiful samurai.” Deron sighed: “It's so frustrating, actually I wish we had two beautiful samurai! Isn't that right? In the finals, watching two beautiful samurai fight in the ring, that scene must have been hot... Duke, in your words, um, how to say it... ah, yes, ‘it's exciting to the box office', is that right? ”

Dewey whispered, “You can convince this Kakarot to be a woman if you want. ”

Delon actually thought about it seriously and shook his head: "Okay, no kidding, seriously. My Duchess, this tournament is coming to an end soon, although I can't resist... it makes us a lot of money! If I may, I would really like to host such a competition once a year. But... the question now is, what are we going to do? This Roland Sword Knights candidate is in this booklet. Everyone is clean and has no special background... well, according to your request, any guy with a special background will find a way to get us out of the qualifying round. ”

Dewey laughed and laughed a little strangely: Kakarot? That's funny!

I wonder if this guy will turn into Super Saiyan? Or... he also has a name called Sun Wukong?

According to the data, this young man, Kakarot, 23 years old, was born in the South and grew up in the South. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a kid, studying with a well-known samurai in the south, and has lived all year round in the southern marshes - a place that is not a living paradise.

Quite the contrary.

In the remote southeastern part of the continent, there is a large swamp, where the climate is hot and moist, it rains for almost half the year, where there is also unbearable gas and toxic fog, and a lot of toxic plants… more importantly, that swamp in the south, over the entire continent of Roland, is very rare, where warcraft can be found!

On the Roland continent, it is recognized that there are areas with frequent warcraft activity, one in the ice sealed forests of the north and the other in the swamps of the south. Of course… sporadic warcraft are said to be present in the Kilimaro Mountains, but that is rare and almost negligible.

In addition to the frozen forests, the swamps of the south are the favourite places for mercenaries to go. However, in terms of the number and quality of warcraft, the southern marshes are one grade worse than the ice-covered forests in the north. Most of the warcraft there are low-level things, unlike the frozen forests of the North, and there are high-end warcraft.

So, if you're a poaching gang, the North might be more attractive to you. Because of the warcraft from the South, it's hard to sell for a lot of money.

As a result, the two main battle regiments of Imperial Town that guard the border, the Storm Legion of the North, are one grade higher in strength, equipment and treatment than the Legion of the South. The Storm Legion is stationed on the edge of the ice-covered forest and bears a heavy responsibility. By contrast, the Southern Legion is much more idle as it guards the southern marshes.

Can't you see that the Empire has repeatedly abolished the Southern Legion over the years?

But... even so, nobody dares to belittle that swamp in the south!

There's only one reason, because in the southern marshes, it's the only continental region that produces a special warcraft!

This kind of warcraft is the only group of warcraft known to date! (Other than that, most warcraft live alone.

This thing has sharp claw teeth, strong and terrible physical strength, and the ability to fly!

This thing, it's a griffin!

This large warcraft, with its giant eagle head, has a sharp mouth that can easily peck through a samurai's armor! Sharp paw tips on all limbs can tear a cow to pieces without any effort, and... they also have strong wings that vibrate when the wings are vibrating, a breathtaking wind can wipe down a grown man! In power, an adult vulture can easily grab a sheep, fly to the sky, and throw it down!

At the same time, don't delude yourself into using ordinary bows and arrows to deal with things like wind, because ordinary bows and arrows can't do any harm to such things, and when they fly, they can wipe out the vast majority of the arrows with vibrating, breathtaking winds! Besides, this stuff is covered in feathers... the strength of that feather is comparable to the lightweight armor of the Empire!

And most adult vultures also have wind magic, albeit low-level wind blades. Moreover, the roar of the vulture has a stunning effect.

... Considering that this stuff is a herd of creatures, when you encounter a group of hundreds of thousands of vultures, even if it is a division's strength, you will definitely choose to retreat and hide!

Thus, while the southern marshes produce mostly inferior quantities and qualities of warcraft, the Empire retains the strength of an army that remains on the margins of the marshes. To defend against this massive and fierce air superior.

If you can barely count, Dewey should have been a "seen” vulture, just outside of the southern halfway house, before Vivian, but that vulture was a visionary illusion of Vivian's fearful phantom demon beast.

But even so, the fierceness of the vultures was impressive enough for Dewey.

Actually... Dewey thought about this a long time ago.

That was when Dewey founded the Heavenly Tiger Air Force and began to envision the Empire's future Air Force!

This fierce aerial warcraft, the vulture, is, without a doubt, the best creature in the world known to Dewey to serve as an aerial knight!!

They are fierce enough, powerful enough, fast enough to fly, and... powerful enough for themselves.

But after studying the beast's nature, Dewey quickly abandoned it.

The reason is simple, a monster like a lion vulture, born cruel and... cunning!

And they're all clusters, so there's no separate activity. So, it's very difficult to capture this brutal big guy!

If faced with a bunch of vultures, even a bunch of samurai, only escaped, let alone caught a bunch of them!

Of course, it would not be impossible to capture a few of them if they could sit in the town with the Holy Strong. But the problem is, this vulture also has a trait: it's extremely difficult to domesticate!

Extremely difficult, very very difficult!!

Dewey found a record in some ancient literature of his interest: a massive vulture hunt was organized during Dewey's previous life, when Empire's founding emperor Aragon was in office.

With Aragon's strength, combined with his centuries-old founding masters, he finally managed to capture hundreds of vultures back.

As soon as Dewey read the message, he realized that this man, his predecessor, had the same idea as himself and wanted to tame this thing to form the Air Force! Moreover, after adult vultures proved incapable of domestication, Aragon clearly wanted to start domesticating newborn little vultures...

Unfortunately, none of the captured vultures can be tamed! Big or small! After a few days in a cage, all those things died of hunger strike - a challenge that even the magicians of the Empire could not solve.

Because most warcraft, magicians can sign soul contracts on them to subdue them as magical pets... and vultures, of course. It's just... vultures have to be a bunch to be deterrent!

But only a magician can manipulate a vulture, and ordinary soldiers have absolutely no way!

We can't let all the magicians of the Empire change to Air Cavalry!

This ferocious creature is recognized as the dominion of the southern swamp region.

And people living in the southern marshes have a custom where many local samurai draw vultures on their weapons, such as shields or long swords!

If you see someone engraved on a long sword or shield in the south, then you must respect them! Because, according to the customs of the southern marshes, the warriors who are qualified to leave this mark on their weapons are the masters who have truly experienced and flocked to the battle between the life and death of the vultures and who can come back alive!

And in the South, meeting a bunch of fierce lion vultures and being lucky enough to come back alive is considered a sign of strength!

Another reason why Dewey is suddenly interested in this vulture is because, according to this information in hand, this young man, Kakarot, who has lived in the southern marshes for many years, is the one who is qualified to print the vulture pattern on his weapon!

In the previous game, Kakarot did not even use his weapon in the preliminary round, defeating his opponent with bare hands. And in the rematch, the weapon he used was… a spear and a shield, a flying vulture tattooed on the shield!

Dewey looked at the hourglass in the room and suddenly said to herself: "Time's up... hope this kid is not late, I don't like guys who don't respect the time. ”

Just as Dewey's voice dropped, the old servant Dorf's rude voice came in the courtyard outside: "Delon, someone's looking for you! ”

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The man who was brought into this room on the third floor by the old servant Dolph was the mysterious contestant, Kakarot.

Duvi was very fond of this young man, Kakarot, because of the popular generation of cartoons from previous generations.

When the guy walked in, his expression was cold, but he was still anxious with a few young people in his eyes, and Dewey smiled gently: "There's a chair in the room, just sit down. Take it easy."

Deron frowned and glanced at Deron. Obviously, calling this Kakarot was Deron's idea, and he didn't say it to Deron beforehand.

“My Lord.” Kakarot did not really sit down, but took Dewey seriously. Dewey noted that it was a courtesy for civilians to see nobles, not knights.

“Why don't you do the knight's ritual?” Dewey laughed.

“Because I'm not a knight yet, I don't have a knight title and rank.” Kakarot's voice is not inferior.

“Why don't you have a knight title?” Dewey still smiles peacefully: “Your strength is perfectly capable of taking the knight's title. ”

Kakarot is silent.

His appearance is clear, but his complexion is a little dark and his hair is as messy as straw - a hair that evokes a wonderful memory of Dragonballs by Dewey.

Kakarot's thin lips clasped tightly, and Dewey could see that the young man was hesitating to tell the truth.

“To be honest.” Dewey prompted each other slowly: "You should know who I am. It's not a bad thing that I called you here. I hope you understand that there is now a chance to put it in front of you, and as for whether you can grasp it, it depends on whether you can satisfy me or not… I like honest people. ”

“Yes, my lord.” Kakaro nod: “Of course I know your reputation, my lord. In my heart, you are a strong man worthy of my respect. ”

Dewey smiled indifferently. He knew his place in the hearts and minds of many young people in the empire… as if he were an idol.

“Sit down and talk.” Dewey pointed again to the chair in the room: “There's tea on the table, pour it yourself, don't be polite here, don't be constrained, I don't like too tight people. ”

Deron never spoke, but looked at Dewey curiously and wondered why Dewey was so kind to the boy.

In fact, Kakarot's heart is extremely stunned because, at least, he can speak face to face with the famous Duke of Tulip, who is so kind and affectionate to himself, the tone is so gentle, there is no shelf of a big character... In fact, for the young Kakarot, the Duke of Tulip has always been an object of worship in his heart.

“I can't take the knight title.” After hesitating for a while, Kakarot finally answered: "My father and mother are slaves, and I am the first generation of free people, so… I am not qualified to be a knight unless it is an amnesty. ”

The corner of Dewey's mouth showed a slight smile pattern, and then he looked at the young man with encouragement to continue.

“My father was a miner in a mine... when he was young, he was tried and convicted, turned into a slave, deprived of his imperial citizenship, assigned to the south to mine, my mother, is...”

Dewey suddenly smiled and glanced at Kakarot's dark skin: "Your mother, she's a Southern Yankee, right? Your skin tone is a little dark and is a characteristic of the Nanyang people. ”

“… here's the thing.” Kakaro nodded, trying to hide his inferiority in his eyes.

Dewey understands his inferiority: after all, in the minds of the vast majority of Rolands, the South Koreans are slaves. It's synonymous with cowardice.

“Originally, as a slave's son, I should also be a slave. My father spent his life in the mine and finally redeemed his sins… He saved the life of a supervisor in the mine, but he was stoned to death. The supervisor was a distant relative of an aristocrat who, in return, gave me a chance to pardon him, and I was free to change my identity from slavery to a free people… I was eight years old at the time. ”

Simply put, the tone is also a little apathetic, but both Dewey and Delon can imagine that this seemingly apathetic language is hidden with a hint of misery.

“Imperial law, my parents are slaves. In my generation, although I have restored a free people, because I am the first generation of free people, Imperial law does not allow people like me to take the title of knight. Even if I enter the army, I can only be a soldier for the rest of my life, not even an officer.” Kakarot shook his head: “So I didn't go to the Cavalier level. ”

This is indeed imperial law, according to which the Kakarot generation, who has just graduated from slavery, is not allowed to engage in any “noble” occupation unless his descendants are released from this confinement.

Despite some cruelty, the world is a feudal world with a high level of hierarchy.

Dewey smiled, “Who did you learn martial arts from? ”

“My teacher, he used to be a mercenary. He returned to his hometown after he was old. He took me in. Since I was eight years old, he has taught me...”

When it comes to this, Kakarot's tone is clearly somewhat ambiguous.

After all, he is still a young man... Dewey sighed and didn't know how to hide it.

Dewey took the booklet out of the table and gently placed it in front of Kakarot, turning to one of the pages.

“Kakarot, male, twenty-three years old, martial arts, no rank. Real strength is expected to be the Seventh Class of the Empire. The son of a slave, when he was eight years old, became a free citizen from slavery. The people of Purple Leaf City on the southern border. From: Kusa Lima. Kusa-Lima, a six-class fighter from the mainland, a southerner who worked for the 'Red Snow Mercenary Corps' for sixteen years, owed twenty years. The Red Snow Mercenary Corps was exterminated during an adventure in the southern Yangtze marshes, and only Kusa-Lima escaped to survive and has since returned to rural farming. The total number of properties owned is one, with four acres of land. Two years ago, he died of alcoholism and fighting. He owed four hundred and sixty gold dollars to gambling debts before he died. All his family assets were lost and he had no inheritance. ”

Black and white, clear, clear Kakarot's origins and division from all!

The young man looked up to Dewey somewhat surprised.

Dewey laughed. “Relax, I'm not after you. But... now that you are in the finals, you are likely to be the head of the Knights of Roland's Sword in the future... We will never be able to make the head of the Knights responsible for guarding Luncinus' spear an unknown man! What I'm trying to show you is that while you're hiding something when you fill out your resume when you sign up, in front of our strength, your childish hiding is just a joke, and if I'm going to find out, I can even dig up everything you peed in your pants as a kid! ”

Kakarot's eyes immediately became somewhat wary.

Dewey could clearly feel that the child seemed to show some hostility in his eyes.

“Also, you seem to be hiding something too..." Dewey smiles: “You seem to be carrying a bit of trouble yourself. ”

His fingers lightly lit twice on the paper: “I'm curious about you, and you're about to become a member of the Knights of Roland's Sword, and I have to find out exactly where you came from… Of course, there's no question about your own origins, but… your teacher, Mr. Kusa-Lima, seems to be a little… well, how to put it, complicated! ”

Dewey said slowly, looking carefully at the young man's expression: "Red Snow Mercenaries… a second-class mercenary regiment. So when they disappeared during their adventures in the southern marshes, the news didn't get too much attention, did it? But I'm curious, in the southern marshes, there's no such thing as a great warcraft except a vulture. They can destroy a whole group of mercenaries, so obviously they meet a bunch of vultures. This is the only explanation… but…"

Dewey sighed: “The other day, I was sent back to the South to tell me an interesting thing, that your teacher, as the only one who survived the mercenary regiment, did not have a weapon in his relic with a lion's vulture pattern! Isn't that your custom? He should have met a vulture and escaped, he should have been qualified to do that, but he didn't! ”

Dewey hastily caught a glimmer of tension in the young man's eyes with precision.

“That's the first question. The second question is... your teacher died in a drunken fight two years ago... I'm curious, a bunch of drunk fighters, your teacher is also a level 6 fighter... of course, I guess your teacher might have more than level 6 strength. But the question is... how could a Class 6 fighter be killed in a drunken fight? This is like saying that a leader of a knighthood fell to death while riding a horse... a joke! ”

Dewey's tone is getting harsher.

And Kakarot, the teenager's hand beside his leg, had squeezed it tightly, pinched it into a fist, while still trembling slightly, his expression was apathetic, his lips dead.

“The third question.” Dewey faintly said: "You, as your teacher's apprentice. He adopted you when you were eight. He could even be your father! How gracious is it that he feeds you, teaches you martial arts and nurtures you as an adult? According to theory, he was beaten to death by a bunch of drunken people. As his apprentice and adoptive son, the young man is very brave. You shouldn't look like such a cowardly soft egg. If you changed someone, you would have taken a knife to get revenge on those people! But you didn't! ”

Kakarot's body began to tremble and he seemed to be struggling with patience.

“The fourth question, after your teacher died, you gave him up and you disappeared! On the record, you disappeared for two years. Two years. Where have you been? Not in my hometown, no record of any work... where have you been? In the southern marshes? Lived like a wildling for two years?” Dewey smiled softly.

“The fifth question is, are you much stronger now than you were two years ago when you disappeared? Your teacher is only level six, but your ability to show up on the ring should be above level seven. Of course, maybe you're a genius, you've accomplished more than a teacher, and you can barely explain it... but I don't think it's that simple. ”

“The sixth question made me even more interested.” Dewey smiled, his eyebrows picked, and then stared closely at Kakarot, looking into the young man's eyes: "Just about three months ago, you returned home, but just three days later, the southern purple leaf city, where you and your teacher came from, the purple leaf city guarded the leader, met the assassination of the enemy! Although the assassination failed, the guard of the guard commander died six times! Of course... I'm not saying this is what you did... but after this happened, you disappeared again! And then you came to Didu. ”

And after that, Dewey smiled at the young man and said, "Dear Kakarot, you're not going to tell me that this is just a coincidence, are you? ”

Kakarot stood up abruptly and quickly took a few steps back, staring at Dewey and staring dead: “Duke, what do you want? ”

Dewey was still sitting there, smiling and staring at the young man.

It was about Dewey's eyes that put too much pressure on Kakarot. The two looked at each other for a while. The young man finally couldn't bear Dewey's eye pressure. He finally couldn't hold on any longer. Suddenly he turned his body in place and drew a short spear from under his waist samurai robe, holding his hands tight...

Fortunately, he retained a trace of reason and didn't even point a spear at Dewey.

Dewey sighed and looked at the young man: “Looks like you did the assassination. Your reaction has proved my speculation. ”

“So what do you want to do? Catch me!” Kakarot blatantly said, with a young man's characteristic stubbornness and insubordination on his face.

“No, no, no, no.” Dewey shook his head, laughed lazily, and stretched his back: “I'm not from the Imperial Inspectorate, this is none of my business... and...” He stretched his finger to Kakarot's spear, lit a little, and smiled gently: “If I were you, I'd put this iron stick away. You should know very well that you're not even my opponent with this thing. If I were to arrest you, I wouldn't have to call you here. Send a team of soldiers to catch you. ”

“You… what exactly do you want!” Kakarot looked furiously at Dewey.

“It's simple." Dewey held up the teacup in front and blew: “You're one of the future heads of our Knights of Roland, so I need to get to know you well - that's it. ”

Saying, he pointed again at the chair in front of him: "Now, sit down and talk, young man, tell me your story, maybe I can help you. ”

Kakarot hesitated for a while, and the young man was struggling inside, but eventually he sat down. After all, he is not facing an ordinary opponent, but the famous Duke of Tulips! A master of magic and martial arts!

“I... my teacher, he didn't die of drunken fighting.” Kakarot bites his teeth, and his eyes are filled with grief and hatred: “You're right, a level six fighter can't be killed by a bunch of drunkards! He was murdered! The culprit who killed him was the guard commander! ”

“Good, you're finally telling the truth.” Dewey smiled, “I like honest people, you go on. ”

“And... my teacher, there are no vulture patterns on all his weapons!” When Kakarot talked about it, he suddenly had a proud look on his face: “Because… he tattooed the lion's vulture pattern on him! ”

Dewey, this is the first time I've been surprised.

“Tattooed?” Dewey thought about it: "You don't seem to have this custom here, do you? All I know is that you locals would draw this pattern on a weapon. ”

“My teacher was tattooed because… he was qualified to do so! ”

When Kakarot said that, there was light in his eyes!

As Dewey moved in his heart, he had a hunch that he seemed to have something unexpected to gain!

“Everything starts with the teacher's last adventure with the Red Snow Mercenaries... The teacher told me that the Red Snow Mercenaries, all of them, were gone, not because they met a bunch of vultures... but because they discovered a great secret... and finally, they killed each other because of their insistence! To be precise, it was my teacher who discovered the secret, while the others tried to kill him and take it away! ”

“Go on!” Dewey lowered his voice and took another unconscious look at Deron. But he found this guy, his legs on the table, didn't know when to put them down, and his face was a little more solemn.

“The secret… has to do with the vultures.” Kakarot's expression is a little sad.

All of a sudden, he dropped the spear in his hand, threw his weapon on the ground, then reached out and grabbed his coat and pulled it hard!

With a bang, his top shirt split apart, revealing the young man's strong chest.

He was strong, with two strong chest muscles, and eight abs, indicating that he had experienced severe abrasion.

And what surprised Dewey and Drone slightly was that the young man had a blood-red tattoo on his chest!

The colour of the tattoo, red as if it had been bloodstained!

And that pattern, Eagle Beast, Twin Wings vibration, sharp claws and teeth, fierce and abnormal!

It's just a vulture with fangs and claws!

(This chapter is 9K, gentlemen, can you give me some tickets? Monthly tickets and recommendation tickets are fine ~ ~)

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