He was in a bad mood, and Link was not even in a bathing and changing clothes, so he rushed to the new branch of the Adventurers Union located in the outer city.

Fortunately, my physical condition is special and I don’t have a significant smell of sweat on my body. At most, I’m a little uncomfortable.

It is not an exaggeration to see Sevis' behavior as an ordinary nobleman. This is his due behavior. If he has no desire, it will make Link suspicious. It is extremely inappropriate to just use his divine power to predict it for him.

Link himself may not have much for mission needs, but if he used divine power just to please or win over the nobles, what would he think of the pillars that gave divine power? It is clear that public and private are the few qualities that he thinks are worthy of boasting about.

Suddenly, a cheer attracted Link's footsteps. He carefully identified it. There were a few crisp metallic striking sounds mixed in the voice, and there was also a familiar aura of his aura - Doyle.

That direction is the training ground. Could she go to find mercenaries to practice again?

Link, who was once pulled as a sparring child by his nominal adoptive daughter, turned around and walked towards the training ground. It was not because he was worried or curious, but because he remembered that he wanted to set up an arena in the material space where he could fight with each other.

After getting closer, the onlookers on the three floors in the training ground were surprised by Link.

No wonder the whistle and shouted so loudly, it turned out that there were so many people.

His eyes turned again and fell on a pair of figures on the platform surrounded by crowds. It was Doyle and Neham, both holding ordinary weapons and fighting hard to part with each other. In terms of strength, Doyle, who was weaker, had the advantage. Neham, who seemed to be a power type, took agility route, moved left and right, and avoided Doyle's big sword that was similar to his. The whistle caused when he waved could be heard clearly at such a distance.

It was originally just an ordinary standard weapon, but it was chopped at will by Doyle as a disposable consumable. The stone floor was slashed with deep marks by the power of the demon dragon, and it was gradually repaired over time. If this place of origin was not a special area made by magic, let alone the ground. Even those onlookers would not dare to look so close.

After observing for a while, Link found that on the surface Doyle was taking the initiative, and Neham was forced to retreat, but in fact, no matter how Doyle attacked, he could not hurt Neham. Rather than saying that he was avoiding, he was guiding Doyle to understand how powerless he was.

He fought with Doyle several times to fight against the enemy. Link knew her fighting method, with swordsmanship as the auxiliary and divine art as the main one. Without the power of the gods, Doyle was at most a warrior who was good at swordsmanship. In terms of combat skills alone, Naham was better and had richer experience.

As if they felt something, the two stopped at the same time and looked over. The crowd's eyes moved with them, and the noise came to an abrupt end, just as someone suddenly poured cold water on the warm atmosphere.

"Son of Nature..."

I don’t know who said it, but the crowd was so quiet that it seemed as if the stationary button was pressed.

The people around Link also retreated like Moses splitting the sea, forming a large circle of empty space. He stood in the middle and was so abrupt.

Doyle left behind the swordsman who was still in a difficult situation and ran straight towards Link.

"Success?"

She refers to the restoration stair tester.

"Um……"

Link responded absent-mindedly. He didn't like this feeling of attention and was very uncomfortable.

Neham didn't move, but stood quietly, staring at Link with his blue eyes as blue as the sky, as if he had thousands of words, but he was reluctant to speak.

"Earl Sinier is looking for you everywhere, and has sent people to ask you no less than five times." Doyle told Link truthfully what happened these days.

"I just returned to the City Lord's Mansion." Hearing Sevis, Link frowned slightly. The impatience that had been suppressed was not long before long surged again.

I wanted to ask what happened, but looking at Link's expression, Doyle didn't say anything in the end. During these days, she gradually learned not to ask much. If it were the past, she would have said everything in her heart.

"The old fox is also looking for you, saying that there is something important."

"Chi~" Link made a monophonic sound.

The old man said everything was important, glanced at the Dawn Knight, who had always had a bad attitude towards him, and signaled that Doyle would not have to follow him and would continue to stay here to practice with Neham. He would only stay in the union for a while and would return to the material space that had been teleported elsewhere to complete the subsequent production.

Without a doubt, Doyle said 'oh' and watched Link leave.

The conversations came one after another as the son of nature left.

"Is that the rumored son of nature?"

"It turns out that they are from another world, and their appearance is different from ours."

"I heard that there are many kinds of people in the other world, including blonde hair and blue eyes, deep contours, and wheat-colored skin like the Alkins."

"Didn't you pay attention to his facial features? It looks more...flat, and it's still obvious that it's different from the Alkins."

Soon, the discussion changed from appearance to ability.

"I heard that he can become a giant wind falcon?"

"You are late. A few days ago, the son of Nature specially brought a huge rock from a nearby quarry to build the temple. Tsk tsk, even the most powerful giant can't move."

"That's what? I've seen him fighting against the undead. It's exactly the same as the legend. Just flapping his wings, a tornado was blowing, and the army of undead besieged in a few strokes."

"Shut up! I criticize my father in front of me. Do you want to taste the sharp sword in my hand?" Doyle raised the ordinary weapon he specially used for the sake of competition, and shouted loudly.

The crowd of onlookers was shocked by this sudden change. Father? This red-haired young man clearly has elf blood and is not similar to the son of nature from beginning to end. What's more, it took less than half a year for the son of nature to come to Edgar, so why did he give birth to such a big child?

People who have seen Doyle are amazing and know that they are not his opponents no longer discuss, but their eyes become weird.

This clearly shifted his attention to himself. Even if he had been adopted as an adopted daughter, it was only three months since he met him. Naiham, who had always been a little polite, couldn't help but ask: "Is he worthy of your doing this?"

"You won't understand. No matter how much I say, you won't understand my feelings." Doyle has always respected Nayham, who is her swordsman. If she hadn't known the truth and hadn't gone to Krenberg, she might have regarded him as her brother and regarded Alicina as her mother as she did in the past.

The truth and the cruelty of implementation tear apart the hypocrisy. After more than ten years of getting along, she was no match for the strictness of the canon. She regarded her mother as her great master, and was able to make up her mind and kill. Neham, who has always regarded doctrine as the supreme code, would not open her own side. Doyle, who grew up in the Dawn Sect, knew this very well, so Link's "choice" was even more precious. This behavior that seemed stupid to others pulled her back, who had already slipped to the brink of depravity. Doyle swore in her heart that as long as he did not deviate from her, she would be his family. Even if she wanted to betray her original belonging and give up the power of the gods, she would hold the only hand that reached out to her in desperate situations. Even if there was no blood relationship, Link was the only family she admitted.

Naham's eyes drooped slightly, and he did not continue to advise him. Instead, he raised the sword in his hand, "If you want to protect your family, you can't do it with your current ability. If you don't find a way to improve your strength, you will always be a burden to him and can only rely on his wings."

The answer to him was the sudden swing of the great sword, and the two weapons collided heavily, making a creaking sound that made the back of the teeth sore.

"Very good, it's this momentum. Let me see how strong your belief is." One hand stopped the disciple's attack, and Neham raised his other hand upwards.

The strange posture surprised the viewer. Is it really okay to have such cool and handsome postures during the battle?

Buzz - A straight beam of light suddenly dropped from the clear sky and fell into Neham's hand and turned into a light blade. Like cutting butter, the lightsaber effortlessly cut Doyle's weapon, with the blade of the thick calves falling to the ground, making a crisp echo.

"Light Blade! It's the Dawn Knight of the Morning Sect!"

The onlookers who realized it later realized that one of the masters who had occupied the training ground since early morning was actually the strongest combat power of the Chenxi Sect, and was as famous as the Dawn Knights on the mainland as Hornheim's mage.

Doyle took a few steps back and threw away the broken sword that had become a waste.

The light blade is a divine power given by the morning light, and ordinary weapons cannot be fought against at all. Spread your hands evenly and summoned a magical weapon of all-tactic and named after her - the Sword of Doyle.

The double-headed dragon is the hilt of the sword, and the hot flame is the body of the sword. You can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary person. People are both amazed at the cool appearance of this magic weapon and feared by the magic power it contains. The temperature of the training ground has risen a lot, and even the stupidest person understands that it must be related to the sudden appearance of the weapon.

"Damn Martial Arts?"

"Nonsense! You can tell by looking at the shape. Do ordinary weapons have flame shapes?"

"It seems that what he said is probably true. I had the honor of seeing the monster made by the Son of Nature for the Dwarves three months ago, and it was also in this training ground."

The discussion was like an unscathed fly, which made Doyle feel uneasy. She held the hilt of the sword with both hands, turned her waist, and tried her best to rotate her whole body several times, just like a rotating wheel, hitting Naham, who was only a few steps away from her.

Unlike the last time, the light blade and the magic sword were no longer tiny sparks. The suddenly exploded flames sprayed around. The training ground was quite wide, but a little flame was thrown across the border and flew out. Seeing the flames falling down, the onlookers scattered.

Neham narrowed his eyes, "It's not your personality to revenge."
Chapter completed!