Chapter 3374 I, Hu Hansan...Guna Again!

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Leaving the twin tails behind, I found Akara. After experiencing the grief of Gallon's collapse, she looked much older. Her hair was covered with silver threads, and the wrinkles on her face were deep and vicissitudes of life. It was really hard to imagine that she was the same as the young and beautiful Raphael. She turned out to be a best friend of the same age. Even her appearance was far different from the first time I saw her. Based on the lifespan in the original world, if Akara looked about forty or fifty years old when I first saw her, then Now she has entered her seventies.

Only those turbid eyes looked energetic. This was an old man with maximum pressure-bearing ability. The worse the situation, the stronger his fighting spirit.

It's a pity that I'm here today to bring another piece of bad news. I've thought about whether it would be better to hide it, but what if the enemy suddenly attacks?

"Really? No wonder even Lord Gallen can't defeat him."

Faced with this bad news, Akara's reaction was calm and indifferent, as if he already knew about it.

"You know everything?" I asked cautiously.

"No, it's just that the Great Eye told me that Lord Gallen's opponent is no longer a concern, at least for the time being. We should now go all out to deal with the threat of that demon."

"This is similar to the two-tailed speculation. It is very likely that Mr. Gallen has killed Beryl's pet." I touched my chin, feeling that in these days of bad news, it would be better to be more optimistic.

It's just...Did Akara use prophecy again? And it is related to the prophecy of the entire Holy See Mountain, so the price must be quite high. I wonder how much of it was due to the heavy blow, and how much of it was due to the use of prophecy that made her become this old?

I always feel that I am no longer qualified to worry about and pity others, and I can't help but feel a sore nose.

In this way, I can no longer slack off, even if I can help Akala share a little more of the pressure and make her happy a little more.

"Grandma Akara, I want to regain my strength. Even if the hope is slim, I want to try my best. Please tell me what to do."

Seeing me cheering up again, Akela smiled kindly and meaningfully.

"About this matter, I suggest you go to Kasha."

"ha?"

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"In the end, after going around and around, did I fall into your clutches again?" I squatted in the yard dejectedly, with a look of despair on my face.

"Ha, be satisfied, you brat. How many people have begged Lord Benkasha to teach you, but Lord Benkasha still looks down upon you. Especially you, a piece of rotten wood, you even bothered me to teach you twice. The person who is most hurt is Am I okay?"

The old drunkard took a sip of strong wine happily, breathing in the strong and choking smell of alcohol. She looked quite smug and complacent. She was so shameless that she thought of herself as a peerless teacher.

By the way, I was talking about how Sister Sharna went to practice alone, but the old drunkard stayed behind. It turned out that this was a big network that had been woven long ago, just waiting for me to take the initiative to get into it.

Of course, I have no doubts about the old drunkard's teaching ability. When it comes to luck, she does have it. All the students she teaches are geniuses (probably except me), but this is also a unique vision, isn't it? Moreover, geniuses are not easy to control. Not everyone can be a teacher of geniuses. If the level is not good enough, students will look down upon them. The first and second senior brothers, and even the arrogant sister Sharna, have never denied that the old drunkard has taught everyone. There is no denying that she is everyone's teacher, which is enough to explain everything.

I simply have doubts about the character of the old drunkard, nothing more.

"But have you really decided?" This arrogant red-haired miser looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"What was decided?"

"Have you decided to give up your dream of being a salted fish? You know, in your current state, even if you ask Akara to return to the camp for the rest of her life to graze and farm, she will not refuse, and no one will say anything about you for not fulfilling your obligations. Fulfilling responsibilities and so on, after all..."

"When did you learn to speak hesitantly, unlike the old drunkard I knew?" I stopped and said, "Who said that, who said I would give up my dream of eating and waiting to die? Ridiculous. Nonsense, nonsense!”

"That's right. If you had responded so impassionedly just now, I would definitely pull you in front of Old Man Farah and let him dissect you to see which heroic spirit has taken on your skin."

"Hmm, don't you know how to think first before you speak? Do you think you can offend me now? Maybe I should let Feini and the others put some water in your wine to try?"

Nowadays, most of the wines of old drunkards are [bought] from the Green Forest Bar. Why should we emphasize the word "buy"? Why do other bars directly write "fire prevention, anti-theft and anti-caxia" on the door sign? Why is the old drunkard who has experienced in the hell world and can obviously get good things and become rich, but he is still so stingy and never gets a dime?

There are too many mysteries in Demon King Village, which can only be understood but cannot be explained in words.

"Haha, it dares." The old drunkard sneered a few times, and suddenly remembered that on the God's birthday, the little bitch knew that she had passed the cow barrier. She hated everything related to cows, so she took the milk without mercy. To scare yourself.

The culprit must be the brat in front of her. She can't escape. However, Feini, who would be easily fooled by this kind of thing, has a very sharp mind. Maybe she will actually listen to this brat after being provoked.

Oona, Feini's old sweetheart, doesn't rule out that she will listen to Feini's words and trick him together.

As for the last waitress at the Green Forest Bar, Bisi, who seems to be the easiest to deal with, is even more obedient to the brat and is in charge of the brewing power. If you don’t want to spend thousands of miles teleporting back to the Dark Continent to buy flawless gems every time, She is the last person to afford fine wine.

Thinking about it this way, this stinky boy has obviously lost all his strength, but he can still threaten me. I'm unhappy. I'm really unhappy.

"Since you haven't given up on your dream of salted fish, why do you still work so hard? You still try even though you know there is little hope. It's not like the guy I know who is lazy every day and spends all his remaining IQ on trying to blame others. Boy Wu."

"What nonsense are you talking about? When did I pass the blame? Just keep carrying it, okay?" I said angrily, "I just said that I didn't give up on my dream, but I didn't say that I had to give up on my strength. Strength is the guarantee for realizing my dream, okay? .”

"That's right. I didn't expect you to have a normal mind and be able to figure out such a simple and common truth."

"Grandma Akara asked you to come here to teach me, not to attack me. Be careful that I complain to her!"

If I hadn't lost my strength, I would have punched this old drunkard in the face right now. I regret it. I thought that when I was stepped on by her and crushed to death, I didn't promise to wait for one day to turn over and give the old drunkard a little. Do you have a look at the color? How can I, Shi Lezhi, have surpassed her in strength several years ago, but I have never fulfilled my original vow? This is not like the stingy style of Rogge the Third, who I am petty and will retaliate for.

"Tsk, I'm just afraid that you are half-hearted and not determined enough. If you can't bear this level of blow, I advise you to go find Vilas to pack up and go back to the camp to herd the sheep."

"I want you to take care of it." I rolled my eyes, but felt a little relieved. Is that so? Is it to test my determination? Aren’t I really shameless, heartless, shameless, and lawless? How many more times will I continue to trample on people when I’ve fallen to this level?

If someone else had said this, I would have accepted this seemingly flawless reason without hesitation.

Being stared at with suspicion by me, the old drunkard coughed hard several times, rolled his eyes erratically, and avoided looking at me.

"Forget it, seeing how determined you are, you brat, I'll reluctantly give it a try and carve out your piece of rotten wood again. Follow me."

"Where is this taking me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just follow me." Carrying a long gun on his shoulder, walking in front with a relaxed and comfortable posture as if he was going to go hunting in the mountains, the old drunkard babbled.

"I'm not talking about you. Being deprived of your strength and career is unacceptable for a while, but it's not like you have to live or die. Looking at your appearance a few days ago, I feel worthless for those girls."

"What do you know? You have never tried it and are not qualified to speak."

"That's right, I haven't tried it, and I don't need to try it. After all, it will definitely taste unpleasant." The old drunkard thought about it and clapped his palms, which made my teeth itch with hatred. This guy was deliberately exposing my scars. What?

"It's just that, at least it's not the worst outcome, right?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Look, there are so many gentle and lovely girls around you. They are still by your side. You still have people you want to protect, and you still have goals you want to fight for and achieve."

"Isn't this nonsense?"

"So, if you can abandon the strange identities, responsibilities, and honors of the savior, the handyman elder, and the prince of hundreds of tribes, think about it on the other hand, this is not too bad, right? In this world, in fact, Having these things makes me happy.”

"Say, life mentor Comrade Kasha, please continue to express your remarks."

"I'm really blind and lard has blinded my heart, so I pity you, a brat." Cursing, this old drunkard is still possessed by a magic stick today and is unwilling to give up her dream of being a life mentor.

"Although I have not lost my power, I have nothing to be deprived of. Ahem, after all, it is me, Lord Kasha, who is strong and invincible."

"Are you trying to comfort someone or are you bragging?"

"Ahem, don't interrupt. I haven't finished speaking yet. What I want to say is that I have seen too many guys who have lost their dreams." Without looking back, the old drunkard's steps were slightly stagnant, giving people the feeling that there was something inexplicable about her. There was a heavy pressure.

"A guy who has lost what he wanted to protect, lost his goals, lost his dreams, lost the motivation to live, and even opened a Pandora's box of depravity and hatred in order to fill the empty heart."

"The Fallen?"

"Well, I've seen a lot and solved a lot."

The old drunkard said so lightly, but I imagined in my mind her depressing and indifferent back holding a spear, a weapon, and her body stained with the blood of her kind.

"So, brat, although you are very pitiful, you are not the most pitiful one. You are still very happy. You have to learn to be better than the worst. Isn't this your strength? Where is your silly optimism?"

Damn it, I originally planned to just watch the old drunkard’s jokes and watch her poor performance, but unexpectedly, I was actually comforted by her a little bit.

Yes, being deprived of strength and career is like the sky falling, but it is not the worst. At least, no matter what, I just think about taking advantage of this opportunity and simply go home to farm and herd sheep. Instead of thinking about degenerating or hating someone.

After such a comparison, I suddenly felt a subtle sense of happiness, feeling that my current situation was great.

That's weird, you bastard!

I was about to complain, what kind of lousy comfort is this? Why should my former savior compete with a group of pathetic degenerates? Unexpectedly, the old drunkard walking in front suddenly stopped and almost bumped into him.

"arrive?"

"Well, we're here." She turned around and nodded affirmatively.

"This is it? Are you kidding me?"

Looking around, I flipped up the coffee table in my heart. Isn't this still my home? This guy just took me half a circle around the house from the front yard to the backyard. Feelings are your mysterious repertoire. Just take me for a walk in front of your house? This is not the best way to walk a dog, at least walk a little farther for me!

"Hey, hey, you're dumbfounded, look at it." The old drunkard seemed to be trying to make a big move. In fact, she just opened a door in front of her.

Just, why...

"Why is there a door here! When did it appear? Why don't I, the head of the family and the owner of the house, know about it!"

"Nao Nao, you'll find out when you go in."

I don’t know when the old drunkard came around behind me, pushed me, and staggered into the entrance that suddenly appeared like a random door that Doraemon took out from his fourth-dimensional pocket.

Inside the door is a z-shaped staircase leading underground. The staircase is not too deep. When you turn the corner, you can see the scenery behind the ladder.

It turned out to be a flat and closed open space, estimated to be as big as two football fields.

Where is this? who I am? What am I doing here?

A confused delusion occurred in my mind for a moment, I shook my head, and soon I realized it.

"Is this the lowest level?"

The Holy See has built layers of space inside Holy See Hill. During the major renovation of Holy See Hill, we hollowed out almost all of these spaces. The foundation of Demon King Village was built on the penultimate floor, and most of the space above was It has been hollowed out, except for the bottom layer. That is because the central system of the Holy See Mountain is at the bottom. It cannot be destroyed even if you want to, not to mention that it cannot be destroyed. This is the most precious treasure of the first-generation saint. The Holy See Mountain has not been destroyed. After so many years in the hell world, what can the Seven Giants do to it? Not to mention the Maggot Alliance.

I'm going too far. The central hall on the bottom floor does not occupy such a large area, so the space that can be used and modified is quite large. Therefore, if I guessed correctly, if the fan just appeared strangely in my backyard The wooden door is not connected to a strange alien space, so I think I should now go down the stairs and reach the bottom floor on the same floor as the central system.

This is a relatively acceptable answer, which is equivalent to digging a convenient passage in my backyard...

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