The selection for the third round of the 'Martial God Festival' in Windmill City is still a breeze for Dean.

In fact, in the face of a group of samurai whose strength is only between knights and great knights, Dean can crush them all with one finger with his eyes closed.

However, in order not to attract people's attention, Dean could only deliberately suppress his strength.

And Delsac's luck is still good.

The young man, who was completely rested in the second round, turned against the samurai who had finished the battle in the second round.

The scarred and exhausted opponent was not the opponent of the young man at all, and after a few swings of the mace, the young man entered the final round.

It's just that the young people are not happy about it.

Especially when there was a flurry of boos around.

Decanlong has a dedication to battle beyond ordinary people's imagination, and in this obsession, there is also honor.

What the young man did before was completely dishonorable.

"In the next battle, show your strength, and everything will be solved!"

Dean said.

For the good impression of the young man in front of him, Dean couldn't help but remind.

Then, the young man immediately became warlike again.

"It's so simple!"

Dean smiled and stepped into the ring again.

The fourth round of battles is a random selection of the remaining nine people from the third round.

To put it simply, as long as two people are eliminated, all the remaining people will be promoted.

As for who was eliminated?

It still depends on luck.

And Dean, who was the most vocal, was regarded as the champion.

Looking at Dean who walked on stage, the faces of the people around him were difficult to look at.

None of them wanted to confront Dean.

……

Decanlon. The Temple of the Capital City.

Resplendent in the room. There is an inextinguishable light that shines on everything.

on a throne made of gold. Meldili, whose divine light was slightly dimmed, looked at the crystal ball in his hand, and a series of images appeared on it.

"Damn Zelgon, Lionel, and Lisel!"

Looking at the arrangement of the three pseudo-gods outside Decanlon, Meldili's face changed again and again, and finally, the pseudo-god gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think I will be impulsive?" When I regain my strength, I will settle accounts with you one by one! ”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for that time!"

A deep, powerful voice rang out.

"Who?"

Meldili's face changed, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

However, as a figure stepped out of the shadows. Meltili was surprised, and then angry.

"Rialderan? Impudent guy! ”

Meldili's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the tall, muscular man in front of him.

He said, "Do you think I don't have the strength to fight back now? Even a mere mortal of yours would dare to offend me like this! ”

The words fell, and the divine light on Merdili shone again.

A great deal of pressure came to Rialdland's body.

But, surprisingly, Realdland didn't take a step back.

Even, he continued to calmly take a few steps forward, until he stopped in front of Meldili.

"What are you going to do?"

This time, Meltilly panicked. He looked at Realdland, who was close at hand, and clenched the sword in his hand. Pointing straight at each other.

"I have brought the will of His Majesty!"

Looking at Meldili's ugly appearance, Reildeland's silent eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and his words were as calm as before.

"Quentin? What will? ”

Meltili did his best to maintain his majesty.

However, the frowning brow showed that he was puzzled at the moment.

His spokesperson was killed by Realdland.

So, in a fit of rage, he made representations to Quentin, and Realdland was imprisoned.

This is something that happened not so long ago!

Therefore, looking at the sudden appearance of Realdran, Meltilly was surprised and angry, and after discovering that the other party was able to resist the might, he became panicked.

Because the two sides have a grudge.

However, Meltilly is equally confident that Quentin will not perfunctory him.

Even though Quentin is so powerful, one thing is well known, and that is integrity.

Even if Quentin kills and destroys, it is an absolute calculation for what has been said.

Meltilly believed that Quentin would not break his only virtue in Realdland.

However, Rialdland's appearance seems to indicate something.

This left Meltilly with some speculation.

And such speculation gave Meltilly a bad premonition.

However, Meltilly did not show it.

"Kill Dean. Willing. Zelgaon! ”

Rialdland relayed.

"Kill Dean. Willing. Zelgaon? He came to Decanlon? ”

Meltilly repeated the words, and then, looking at Rildland with a scrutinizing gaze.

The next moment, Meltilly burst out laughing.

"That guy is my enemy, of course there is no problem in killing him, but that guy's strength is beyond imagination, and he is not even afraid of the 'Sun Fire', I have no way to fight him, even in Decanlon! So, I need Quentin's help! ”

He said.

"No problem!"

Rialdran tossed a dimensional bag to Meldili.

After examining the contents briefly, Meltilly couldn't help but laugh.

"With these, it's enough for me to recover quickly! It's just that if you want to kill that guy in the real sense, I'm afraid you need Quentin to take action personally, of course, I will help wholeheartedly! ”

Meltilly said seriously.

"It's nature! Her Majesty will arrive later! ”

Rialdran said, turning and walking back into the shadows.

Not even a word of farewell.

This made Meldili's face a little ugly.

Soon, however, Meltilly was back to normal.

He checked the potions and items in the dimensional bag again.

with his abilities. Naturally, it is possible to distinguish that these potions and items are real. Didn't leave any backhand.

Quentin apparently knows this too.

But. Quentin's approach made Meltilly curious.

"Zelgang and Quentin have a feud?"

Meltilly pondered.

After a moment, a meaningful smile appeared.

……

The selection of the 'Martial God Festival' in Windmill City is over.

Delsac still walked up in the face of Dean Guard, and then, gave a very good battle to the public.

The boos turned into cheers.

Let even the eliminated teenagers be smiling.

"You could have gone to the capital!"

Zagu looked at Delsack who came out after the game, and complained a little.

"But I want to be able to have no regrets, the honor I want. It definitely can't be because of a fluke! If that's the case, I don't want even the biggest honor! ”

The young man said with his stubbornness.

Zagu looked at the young man in front of him and didn't say anything, just patted the other party's shoulder hard.

"Then stick to it!"

Zagu said.

"Yes!"

The young man shouted loudly.

And Dean, who was standing on the sidelines and watching the two, was smiling from beginning to end.

Although Delsack seems naïve, Dean appreciates it.

Because...... He couldn't do that himself.

Dean always thinks that luck is also a kind of strength.

Zagu apparently too.

However, it is precisely because of this that the two of them are infected by the sincerity of the young man.

"Ed. I'm going back to the village with Delsack! For the rest of the battle, you're going to hit the road alone. However, the lord of the castle will arrange everything, and when the 'Martial God Festival' is over, we will go hunting together!" ”

Zagu says goodbye to Dean.

"Okay!"

Dean knew that such a hunt would never happen, but he replied with a smile.

"Big Brother Ed, when you come back, please let me train with you!"

Delsack pleaded.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded as well.

Then, I watched the two of them leave the windmill city in the car pulled by the camel dragon.

The 'Martial God Festival' in Windmill City has ended, and if you stay any longer, you'll have to pay for it yourself.

Although Zagu and Delsack are not too poor, if they can save, it is better to save.

What's more, Rhino Village is not far from Windmill City.

Watching the trailer's shadow disappear before Dean turned and walked back.

However, when he walked to the city gate, he met a middle-aged man dressed as a butler.

"Lord Ed!"

The other party first bowed and saluted, and then continued: "The city lord has prepared a dinner party for the winners, please attend on time!" ”

As he spoke, an invitation appeared in front of Dean's eyes.

"Okay!"

Dean nodded and accepted the invitation.

The middle-aged man dressed as a butler saluted again, and then turned to leave.

"There's no escape from this!"

Dean looked at the invitation in his hand and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Then, casually tossed the invitation aside.

Dean didn't have to go to the city lord's dinner to know what it meant.

It's nothing more than two points.

First, to face the capital's 'Martial God Festival' competition for guidance and cheering.

Second, it is to woo!

The people who can win among the tens of thousands of people under the jurisdiction of Windmill City, even if some are lucky, must have considerable ability themselves.

As a lord, he naturally will not let go of these talents.

In the same way, these talents are willing to serve the liege.

Only, Dean is different.

That's not what he meant to be.

So, Dean wasn't going to go to the dinner.

Although this will offend the city lord, it does not prevent Dean from continuing to go to the capital to participate in the 'Martial God Festival'.

Tens of thousands of people witnessed the results, and even the lords couldn't easily modify them.

So, throwing away the invitation, Dean headed for the inn.

However, before he could reach the inn, Dean stopped and looked to the side.

"Ahh

A figure standing in the corner of the wall sighed repeatedly.

PS First Update~

The decadent dog has been infusion and injection, and it has been four days, and there is still no improvement......

Looking at the dog's uncomfortable appearance, all kinds of discomfort in the decadent heart! (To be continued.) )