The Demon King Who Lost His Job

Rukia at the counter recovered a little, blinked her eyes, muttering like she was waking up from a dream

"What kind of mess I see..."

night.

Taylor's house.

Uncle Carl, who had fallen into a coma, suddenly woke up.

Merlin's stick made Carl unconscious all day.

"Huh...huh..."

Uncle Carl was sitting on the bed, kicking, cold sweat slid across his angular cheeks.

It seems that even in a dream, he can still recall the scene where Mei Lin hit his forehead with a wooden knife.

Uncle Carl looked around and felt relieved when he saw that it was his own bedroom. It seemed that he was sent back after the defeat.

"Boy, are you awake?" Old Taylor's voice sounded.

Uncle Carl suddenly raised his head and saw Old Taylor behind him, without even noticing it just now.

"Uh, what? So old man, you are here..."

"I brought you back after you were knocked out. Is there anything wrong with me here?" Old Taylor had a cold tone, seemingly dissatisfied that Karl rashly challenged Merlin.

"I didn't mean that, I was just a little surprised..." Uncle Carl scratched his head awkwardly, feeling a little sore all over, presumably he had been beaten by Merlin, and he has not fully recovered yet.

"Hmph, is it embarrassing to let me see your miserable appearance?" Old Taylor was full of smiles on the faces around him.

"Uh..." Uncle Carl felt uncomfortable, and retorted, "It's not so miserable yet..."

"How does it feel to fight with Merlin?" Old Taylor asked tentatively, seemingly interested in the battle.

Although Old Taylor had never played seriously with Merlin, he was self-aware and knew the difference in strength.

If Merlin were serious, he might not be able to take advantage of this young man's sword.

"It feels... it feels terrible, it's just a fight without suspense." Uncle Carl paused, sighed, and said honestly.

"From the beginning, I was beaten to the ground by the young man named Merlin..."

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Chapter 23: Monthly Ticket Plus

There was no expression on Old Taylor's old face, swaying with a cane, as if everything was in his expectation.

"That feels terrible..." Uncle Carl held his forehead, feeling a trace of decadence in the whole person.

"My strength is almost completely crushed by the opponent. No matter how I fight, it will be difficult to defeat the opponent."

"It's like I'm facing this insurmountable mountain. Apart from feeling my own insignificance, I have no other ideas at all."

"I've been fighting this newcomer with all my strength, but the other party didn't seem to be using all their strength, so they beat me without fighting back."

"I have experienced countless battles where my life is hanging by a thread, and I have never given up any hope of survival."

"But when I was discussing with Merlin, I felt desperate. This guy can't be defeated at all."

"It's really scary to think about it. Without using a grudge, a person can reach this point with physical strength alone?"

"It's terrible, it makes me a little bit unbelievable, I even doubt whether Merlin is a human..."

Old Tyler sat quietly next to him, listening to his son's lingering self-talk, without interrupting him.

After all, Merlin is simply an incomprehensible existence. To accept reality, it takes a period of self-reflection.

Even Old Tyler himself, after a test with Merlin, his self-confidence in life was severely hit and depressed for a long time.

"There is no doubt about this. Merlin's is indeed a human being. I have carefully investigated for a long time, and I can't feel any alien aura in him."

"Really..." Uncle Carl's thick eyebrows were twisted together, and said incomprehensibly, "But what's the matter with that inhuman power?"

"This is also something I can't figure out..." Old Taylor frowned and said awkwardly, "Merlin's other aspects are very mediocre. The only way to draw a knife is to give people a sense of oppression of death. How long does it take to practice to reach that level? This is an unsolved mystery. Everyone's practice is a secret, and it is not convenient for us to inquire."

Uncle Carl's expression was astonished, wondering if Merlin's greatest skill is to draw a knife and slash this trash martial arts?

It doesn't require any magical fighting spirit, it's just a tactic of scheming.

But in the discussion with himself, Merlin has never used a knife to cut at all?

Isn't it possible that one's own strength is not matched by the side performing stunts?

Uncle Carl was immediately frustrated, and he attacked with all his strength, but he couldn't even force the opponent's true strength.

Listening to old Taylor's admiration, Uncle Carl really wanted to see Merlin's dagger, a LOW burst skill could hardly become a flower.

"But I think this should be a gap in realm..." Old Taylor said mysteriously.

"Realm?" Uncle Carl was puzzled, and he didn't understand what he said about his father.

"Yes, it's the realm of understanding the nature of power..." Old Taylor nodded, and continued to say slowly in an old voice, "You know, people with the talents of practicing magic and fighting spirit always work hard on the path of pursuing power. Running, but the final achievement is completely different. Excluding the reasons for talent and hard work, what remains is the difference in realm."

Uncle Carl didn't speak, but looked at his father plausibly, hoping to get a way to become stronger.

"Merlin feels like an ordinary person with nothing to do, despising everything, and indulging life." Old Taylor paused, feeling that he had discovered Merlin's powerful secret, and said happily, "Maybe it is because of this. The realm of transcendence has made Merlin so powerful, far surpassing our group of pioneers."

"Emmmmmm..." Uncle Carl didn't say a word, thinking how to look like it's just a trash eating and waiting to die?Being so lazy, I'm afraid it will get weaker and weaker?

"What do you mean by that skeptical look?" Old Taylor's eyes were not angry and pretentious. He felt that it was shameful to be questioned by his son.

"No...nothing..." Uncle Carl looked weird, and thought with shame, if you have to believe the old man, you will have a ghost, okay?!

"Huh!" Old Taylor snorted coldly, and continued, "Smelly boy, I don't know you yet? I must think I'm talking nonsense, right? Now I can only see Merlin's realm in the world. As for the deeper things, I Still need to continue to study."

The embarrassed expression solidified on Uncle Carl's face, thinking about what needs to be studied further, is it that the old man himself can hardly believe any nonsense of indulging life?

"Speaking of the old man, where did this Merlin come from? A guy with this kind of strength should not be a nameless person, let alone a dark iron adventurer."

"Alice brought it back from outside. As for Merlin's background, it is not convenient for me to inquire." Old Taylor said leisurely.

"What a mysterious guy, it's like appearing out of thin air..." Uncle Carl touched the beard on his chin."It's no wonder Alice chose to be with Merlin. I finally understand now. At first glance, the two of them are actually a good match. Sure enough, the young people are very energetic..."

Old Taylor looked a little unnatural, and seemed to be his own gangster. Before they became couple adventurers, Merlin and Alice were almost quarreling?

"But sir, don't you consider raising Merlin's adventurer level? In my opinion, Merlin is more than enough to become a Mithril adventurer." Uncle Carl said seriously, but he didn't worry about Merlin's fainting. It is to choose to be relieved. After all, they are all guild adventurers, and they are likely to become partners in cooperative missions in the future.

"I have considered this, but the rules of the guild are not my calculation. The right to speak is at the headquarters. Even if I propose to raise Merlin's adventurer level, it will soon be rejected." Old Taylor showed helpless expression and continued. Say, "You also know that people like Merlin who have no magic power will not be recognized by the headquarters. Maybe I can only use some private methods. But now the time is not ripe. Merlin has not let the adventurer headquarters. The prestige that is valued..."

"That's it..." Uncle Carl nodded and expressed his understanding. After all, Merlin, who has a strong physical body, is indeed a different kind. There has never been such a precedent in the whole world. It is normal to not be recognized. At that time, I didn’t use my full strength, and the wooden sword was very proficient, with a tough attack angle, and exuding a fierce aura. It was comparable to those old swordsman masters. Joining our guild with such a powerful combat power as Merlin will definitely strengthen our guild It’s a pity that Merlin is too unknown when faced with the oppression of some big guilds. It’s a pity..."

"Don't worry too much about this kind of thing..." Old Taylor paused, watching Uncle Carl with a smile.

"Have you forgotten the adventurer competition every four years?"

"This event for adventurers is a turning point in Merlin's rise..."

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Chapter 24: Meeting

"Adventurer Competition..."

Uncle Carl murmured, after a little thought, it was feasible.

Adventurer competitions are generally held in turn in the human kingdom, held every four years.

As long as the adventurer registered at the headquarters can participate, regardless of country, there are no restrictions.

Even Dark Iron adventurers can challenge Mithril and even Zijin adventurers upright.

Of course, all of this must be based on mutual consent. After all, this kind of death-seeking behavior will not be advocated.

This kind of competition is a stage for adventurers to show themselves, but also a ranking battle between guilds, involving many interests.

During the game, big players from all walks of life will come to watch the game, and all the human kingdoms will also broadcast all the games live, which is the largest event for all mankind.

Adventurers can use this stage to become famous, become a hot star adventurer, fame and fortune.

After all, the income of adventurers is not only their own class, but the biggest boost is fame. It is difficult for adventurers with no fame to receive big tasks.

As for guilds, they are also profiters. The competition is a reshuffle of all guilds. The top rankings will naturally get a lot of preferential treatment and increase their popularity.

For example, if Wrexham's Adventurer's Union ranks in the top three, who would dare to call them cross-eyed adventurers, taking turns kneeling and licking is almost the same.

Uncle Carl nodded, feeling that with the addition of Merlin's super-powerful combat power, the next adventurer competition can definitely fight.

"It is true. Even if Merlin is a dark iron adventurer, he has the ability to behead and show off in the competition."

"The joining of Merlin is good news for us. Maybe the next competition will let us get rid of the notoriety of cross-eyed adventurers..." Old Taylor said, touching his white beard.

"Yeah, if you are lucky, you might be able to make it to the top 16. Thinking about the defeat in the last session, it's really not reconciled." Uncle Carl said with a sigh.

"This is no way. If you don't count me, the entire guild has only you and Tony two holy rank powerhouses. It is still a bit too difficult to reach the top 16." Old Taylor said leisurely, but he did not give his son too much. Big pressure, "but it's different now. With Merlin joining, there should be no problem with the top 16."

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