The Dean Has Arrived

"Ah, this false vision of unity disgusts me."

"You guys are smiling and roaring hard in the face of the abyss, but you don't know that your expressions are like bereaved dogs."

"Because you are suppressing stronger people, so you dare not expose your true heart."

"It's boring, it's so boring."

"Let me cast stones that can rekindle waves in this boring city."

"In this way, even other demon kings have no reason to blame me."

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Joens walked slowly in the tunnel hidden in the walls of Stein.

With every step he took, his body was as bright as new armor, but he squeaked like rusty and worn armor.

It seems that it is precisely because of this that he walks very slowly.

But every step was so heavy that the other guards could feel the city wall shaking slowly.

"That is the legendary'Earth Knight', Lord Joens?"

A young guard looked at Jouns's back and asked in a low voice.

"Well, one of the first seven heroes, and one of the few super-powerful men without magic talent." The other has a scar on his face, and the rank on the leather armor is higher than the former guard. He also whispered in a voice full of reverence: "It is said that even without the armor, he can defeat the three wasteland ogres with his bare hands!"

"As expected to be a hero, it's really different from a small person like us... But I always think his armor is too heavy. And the joints don't seem to be flexible. Will it get in the way when fighting?"

The guard said with some uncertainty.

"Asshole, how do you think Lord Jouns got the nickname of the'Earth Knight'? It's because of the armor. Regardless of how heavy it is now, it is actually Lord Jouns exercising his physique. When the battle begins, the armor will continuously draw strength from the earth, making Master Jouns infinitely powerful, and will not get tired even after fighting for three days and three nights!"

The scar guard with a higher rank yelled at his partner softly.

"Sure enough, the armor is also...'Hero's Treasure'." The young guard was not sad because of the other party's rebuke, but with a trace of hope on his face.

"Yes, that is also created by the Great Sage. The proof and reward of heroes' achievements. One of the powerful magic items "hero treasures"."

The scar guard nodded: "However, because of the imminent war, the recent heroes' treasures have been awarded much faster than before, and many new treasure winners are not as magnificent as the previous heroes like Jouns. But Joens Being able to come to assist in the defense also gave us a lot of security, after all, he is a hero certified by the Salvation Army."

"If I can also get a treasure of heroes. Maybe I can also become a hero of mankind. Leave your footprints in history."

The young guard is holding his spear.Exclaimed.

In fact, the spear cannot be used at all in the tunnel, but due to the rules, and the section of road they are patrolling also includes the outside.That's why I wear a spear.

"You reversed the conditions and results. It's not'you can become a hero by getting a hero's treasure," but'you can get a hero's treasure by becoming a hero.'" The older scar guard immediately corrected it.

"I know, I also know this kind of thing, but that's what I think. Instead of giving hero treasures to those who are already very powerful, why not give them to weak people like us? At best, the treasures of heroes will become a little more powerful, and if we are weak, we can make a strong one. In any case, it is more cost-effective for us."

The young guard muttered unwillingly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the old guard knocked on his head with a spear.

"You don't believe you that you are stupid. Except for legends, only those heroic masters can fight against the great demon of the abyss and the demon king with their treasures! What do you want to do with that kind of thing? Do you have an anal with the devil?"

"I'm just talking, just talking, don't be angry..."

Seeing that the other party was angry, the young guard could only excuse a few hippies with a smile.

After a pause, he said again: "But I heard that among the hero treasures that the Great Sage has not awarded, there is still the strongest one among all the treasures... and that treasure is the first two. The sky was stolen, so the martial law will continue during this period."

"Hmph, each of the treasures of the heroes is very powerful, the power and effect are comparable, how can there be such a saying as'the most powerful'. What's more, the heroes' treasures are guarded by the great sage! It's impossible for ordinary demon kings to steal things from his hands. It must be an error! If your kid doesn't learn well, you always believe in such rumors, be careful I beat you!"

Leaving aside the young guard who was about to be beaten, Joens had come to the door of a simple house built against the city wall, and gently buttoned the door.

As a result, fingers wrapped in thick iron knocked holes in the door with ease.

He coughed awkwardly.

"Aesop, the shift time is coming soon..."

After a while, a muffled "door unlocked" answer came from inside.

Jounes stretched out his hand and pushed it, and as a result, the whole door panel was pushed down, and it fell to the ground with a pounding sound, stirring up dust.

Withdrawing his hand hesitantly, Joens went through the gate and walked into the dilapidated house, which was full of messy things. Most people would think it was a mere garbage dump when they came in.

However, Jounes knew that these things that looked like rubbish were actually magic materials that were hard to find.

Dodging the oncoming one... Uh, probably dried items like salted fish, Joens walked into the inner room short.

Unlike the messy and messy environment outside, the inner room is very clean. Countless thick books are stacked on dozens of shelves in an orderly manner, making the entire space filled with the smell of ink and paper.

"Can't you just change your armor? Its damn sound interferes with my thoughts."

Sitting on a soft red velvet chair, a very thin-looking man pointed at Joens with a feather pen made of light green dust.

He is Aesop, a great magician.

"This is a heroic treasure bestowed by a great sage." Joens knocked on his breastplate and made a sound of Kuang Kuang: "It's my honor, how could it be removed like this!"

"Hmph, only your rusty head can make the treasures like your family's medals. They are worthless except to show off."

Aesop stroked the ring on his index finger, and the quill in his hand disappeared in no time: "I am pursuing a higher goal... the truth contained in these treasures!"

"Oh."

Jounes, who was accustomed to the other party’s attitude, ignored Aesop’s passionate speech, and agreed casually, then took off his helmet and planned to hang it on the coat rack first, but the rack was very humane. After sniffing the smell in the helmet, he fled behind the bookshelf.

"Damn, can't you make a more normal coat rack!"

Joens, who was still holding a helmet in his hand, was stunned for a while, and then said grimly: "I hate this kind of individual coat rack."

"If a magician who specializes in alchemy hears you say this to my alchemy creature, who already has a certain level of thinking ability, you will definitely be killed."

Aesop answered coldly.

"Let them face me upright!"

Joens clamped the helmet under his arm, and his free right hand made a muscular gesture: "I can hit ten of those bean sprouts!"

"I think you came to me today, not just to talk about bean sprouts, right?"

Aesop sighed and looked up from a thick magic book.

"Moreover, there are nearly twenty minutes before the shift, you came too early."

"The Clock of Devouring Time was stolen." Joens said with a stern face.

The movement in Aesop's hand stopped.

"Is it the heroic treasure that touches the law of time and can even cause miracles?" He asked in disbelief.

"exactly."

Joens nodded: "And not only that, it seems that there are still people who can preach this, and now there are rumors in Stein."

"I think it's unlikely that someone within the Salvation Army will act for the'clock of time'. After all, they can still tell the priorities of things now." Aesop frowned slightly.

"The problem is outside the Salvation Army..." Joens said immediately.

"Are you talking about those mercenaries and auxiliary soldiers who make up the numbers."

Aesop's brow furrowed tighter: "That's a little troublesome."

"Moreover, I think the Salvation Army is not monolithic."

Jounes continued, his face dimmed: "At least I never thought that Saint George and Sandler would defect from the Salvation Army."

"Sandler has his own ethics. It is not a good idea to let him join the funeral. And St. George's head is full of stale ideas that are comparable to yours, witnessing the Salvation Army's violation of his chivalry. It’s not surprising that you will betray the Salvation Army after you’ve gotten the wrong side..."

Aesop analyzed it very calmly: "And both of them are people who value honor and the human race more than their own lives. If they are not manipulated by spiritual magic, they must be their current The position is more beneficial to human beings and their own ideas, nothing more."

"Even so, betrayal is not a commendable thing."

Jounes clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "If I know where they are..."

As soon as the voice fell, the voice of the guard came from outside the door.

"Mr. Jounes, a villager has found traces of the former heroes Sandler and Saint George!" (To be continued...)