My Archangel

"…Ok."

Dai'er nodded, her expression on her face becoming stiffer, and she added in a low voice: "It took me only a few seconds from seeing him to winding around, and he resisted a little bit throughout the whole process. I don't have the ability...If it weren't for the angel who was nearby to protect him, I guess he would have been locked at home as a thief by now."

With that said, the look on Dai'er's face became more and more tangled: "But... it always feels... so strange..."

Unlike Elsia, who had just met Qiao Wen not long ago, Dai Er had been in contact with Qiao Wen from the age of the weak chicken for a long time before.

But it was precisely because of this that she was more astonished at this time.

Because... Until now, after seeing Qiao Wen with her own eyes pressing Olek to the ground in a cloud of black smoke, she discovered that this human being had changed over time... It was a bit too exaggerated.

Obviously less than a month ago, she was still under house arrest by the witch, even though she looked like a bamboo pole that fell when the wind blows when she first met... And now, how much time has passed?

How come you suddenly become a guy who can knock down opponents like Morik...?

Obviously, she couldn't even do this kind of thing without a fire boost.

And the most important thing is that just before Qiao Wen and Morik were in the short period of the game before being covered by the black smoke, Dai'er clearly saw that the methods Qiao Wen used had nothing to do with the witch and angels around him.

What really had a deterrent effect on Morik... Instead, it was the dragon's breath.

It shouldn't be like this.

Obviously it shouldn't be like this.

By this time, Dai'er finally realized why she felt such a serious frustration in her heart after seeing Qiao Wen put Morik down with her own eyes.

This human being is obviously not a giant dragon, but instead she used the giant dragon's means to win an opponent that she could not win.

And if nothing else... this human being started to practice in a much shorter time than himself.

What is this...?

Is it true that my child god is a fake?

Even a weak chicken who has been practicing for less than a month can't compare to...?

Which side is the young god!

By now, looking at Qiao Wen, who seemed to be discussing something with Morik, the only thing Deer could comfort her... probably was that she had awakened her own talent, but Qiao Wen did not.

He has been able to reach the realm of God for a long time under the increase of the fire, but Qiao Wen's upper limit is still in the platinum stage of God.

It's not just Qiao Wen, but now she... is no longer what she used to be.

If it were to come in a heyday, she would have the confidence to blow this human head.

Although I was a little ashamed of how I would treat a guy who had only practiced for less than half a month as an object to be vigilant... But the facts in front of her made the straight string in her heart even more tense.

"Miss Dai'er, listen to what you mean... He doesn't practice for a long time?"

On the other hand, from Dai's thoughts that sounded a little jumpy and intermittent response, Dai'er got the information she wanted temporarily.

Then... she was even more excited.

I found the baby.

Oh no... It should be said that the baby was summoned.

Breathing became a bit rapid inadvertently, and her chest was slightly ups and downs. At this moment, Elsia only felt that the "summon recovery plan" in her mind that had been forcibly suppressed by her once again had signs of resurgence.

However, this thought was again suppressed by her.

Although she wanted to do this, she also knew how to measure and what was most important now.

From beginning to end, what she pursued was just the successful conclusion of the expedition.

And this time, the success of the expedition...maybe another layer of guarantee.

From the current point of view, although there may still be a considerable gap with the Young God group that has been able to continue to release "Supernatural Strikes"... However, the third group is obviously more stable after Qiao Wen is added.

'Originally, I just wanted to give it a try. I hope he can help Molik more or less and relieve the pressure on the third group... But now it seems that my thinking is too conservative.'

His gaze stayed firmly on Qiao Wen's body not far away, as if stuck unconsciously.

Elsia felt a little dizzy in her head.

'Right, anyway... let him register first...'

Shao Qing, after re-reacting what she should do now, Elsia took a deep breath, raised her hands and patted her face lightly, her eyes clear again.

When everyone around me didn't know why the conflict had ended and they didn't take the initiative to return to the guild, she lifted her steps and prepared to walk in.

...

At the same time, inside the guild.

"Then, uncle, do you have anything else to say?"

Qiao Wen stretched out his hand and took the initiative to pull Molik from the ground, who had all his limbs cut.

At this time, except for a little loss of strength, Morik's incision on his limbs has healed.

He healed himself with superior treatment.

Although the shield on his body was pierced twice just now, and he fell into a state of inability to fight again for a short time, but the magic power on his body was barely remaining, and it was not too difficult to recover the wounds that were not critical.

"...No more."

Under Qiao Wen's gaze, Morik shook his head unnaturally.

"is it."

Hearing this, Qiao Wen also nodded, and then continued to add: "Then...In short, the group has now been set. I will trouble you to register later. If the teller mentions that there are not enough people. It is stipulated that you report Elsia's name."

"…it is good."

Morik lighted his head and opened his mouth. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed dejectedly and didn't say anything.

"That's for nothing."

Seeing this, Qiao Wen didn't get any ink.

Under Morik's gaze, he took out a small piece of paper from his purse and tore it directly.

In an instant, many fine runes emerged from the torn paper strip, scattered from Qiao Wen's fingertips like fluorescent light, and gathered in front of him again, forming a door.

Naturally, this is the small delivery note that Vina gave to Qiao Wen before and can return to "home".