Seeing Wang Chen hesitate to speak, Wu Jiajie said: "Are you satisfied with your identity as a secret killer and want to continue to maintain this title?"
Wang Chen was startled, "Actually, I just found out that I still have this identity. What does the secret killer mean?"
"It means that every time you do a job transfer mission, you will mess up the secret realm." Wu Jiajie patted Wang Chen on the shoulder.
"Little brother, you don't have to work so hard on your tasks. Every time you see an imperfect society in a secret realm, you just want to change it."
Wu Jiajie said earnestly, "You will live a very tiring life this way."
Wang Chen was silent, and after a while he directly bypassed the topic, "Maybe we should go to the palace and directly apply to the emperor to borrow the dragon-binding rope. He may not necessarily give it to us, but we can judge from his attitude on this matter. , you can get some clues.”
Wu Jiajie shrugged, "I have no objection..."
Before he finished speaking, there was an exclamation from the crowd in front.
I saw a little boy. Because he was small, he passed through the blockade of the armored guards and ran towards Poincaré.
The guards in full armor were very clumsy in their movements, and they could not catch the short little boy.
I grabbed the boy's back collar several times in succession, but failed every time.
The boy ran until he was close to Poincaré. At this moment, a golden rope stretched out from under the saddle of Poincaré's horse.
The rope swept out extremely quickly and tied the boy's feet and arms in all directions, making him unable to move.
When Wang Chen and his group saw this, their attention was immediately attracted. There is no doubt that the thing that is automatically seeking the enemy must be the dragon-binding rope.
It just seems that the size of the rope is a bit small, I don’t know why.
Seeing that the little boy was tied up with the dragon rope, Poincaré stopped the reins, turned over and dismounted, pulled out a long sword with dazzling cold light from his waist, and came to the boy——
Then he gently tapped the dragon-binding rope with his sword.
In an instant, the dragon rope was untied, and when it left the little boy's feet, it bounced directly back to Poincaré's body and surrounded him.
Then Poincaré put away his sword, helped the boy up, and gently patted the dust off his body.
Poincaré smiled and said: "It is very dangerous to break through the guard's blockade. If you were not too young, countless swords would have been inserted into your body."
The boy murmured, his blue eyes already filled with mist.
It was obvious that he was more or less aware of the seriousness of his actions and was in a state of regret and grievance.
Seeing him like this, Poincaré comforted him for a while, caressing his back and said, "So you have overcome so many obstacles, what do you want to tell me?"
The boy was relieved by his guidance and said timidly: "I want to touch your Dragon-Slaying Holy Sword."
Poincaré smiled. He took off the holy sword from his waist, turned the blade side toward himself, and handed the hilt side to the boy.
The boy looked at Poincaré in disbelief, and Poincaré nodded with a smile.
The boy tentatively reached out and touched the hilt of the sword. The moisture on his hand immediately formed a wet mark on the metal part at the end of the hilt.
The little boy panicked all of a sudden and quickly wiped the mark with his sleeve.
Poincaré told him not to worry.
There is a wonderful and warm atmosphere between the two people, one big and one small.
There were cheers when the boy passed through the obstacles of the guards, cries of regret when the boy was tied up by the dragon rope, and Poincaré's exclamation when he pulled out his holy sword and faced the boy.
There were also the whispers of the people that continued throughout this period.
All disappeared in an instant, and there was no other sound in the entire crowded street except the unavoidable sound of footsteps and the friction of clothing.
Everyone seemed to be still in Poincaré's grace.
Their eyes were either adoring or gentle, looking at the man who knelt on the ground and handed the dragon-slaying holy sword to the little boy to touch.
If such a person should not become a Dragon Slayer Master, then who should become a Dragon Slayer Master?
Finally, someone couldn't bear it any longer and shouted Poincaré's name.
Then the people on the street started shouting.
Suddenly there was a loud sound.
Long Wushuang shouted in Wang Chen's ear: "Is this guy trying to win people's hearts?"
Wang Chen shook his head, "It doesn't look like it, but he is indeed a bit too gentle. How can a swordsman hand his sword to others? What if that child just looks like a child, but is actually a dwarf killer?" ?”
"Also, I feel it is totally unreasonable for these soldiers in full armor to wear such inappropriate battlefield attire during a mission touring the city. Couldn't anyone take this into consideration?"
Wu Jiajie and Long Wushuang nodded frequently after listening to Wang Chen's comments.
Tang Ruotong looked at Poincaré blankly, or looked at his dimples, "Maybe he didn't think so much and just wanted to make the child happy?"
Wang Chen didn't respond. He always felt that this was a kind of hypocrisy.
And Long Wushuang slapped his forehead, "No, let's go on a mission and we didn't get anything. But we have to get one of our female team members in first!"
Tang Ruotong was stunned when he heard this, and instantly understood what Long Wushuang meant, his cheeks turned red.
Wang Chen poked Long Wushuang with the tip of his elbow, "Stop saying a few words. Be careful when Tang Ruotong is guarding against monsters and deliberately sends monsters to bite you."
Tang Ruotong said anxiously: "I can't!"
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Then let me thank you first for Fatty."
Tang Ruotong opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
It seemed that Wang Chen was just joking, but she was taking it too seriously.
So Tang Ruotong had no choice but to look in the direction of Poincare first, and saw that he had returned the boy to his parents, turned back on his horse, and was about to move on.
At this moment, the boy, who was held by his mother's hand, seemed to have exhausted all his strength and shouted: "I will definitely become a dragon slayer master!"
When Poincaré heard this, his expression was visibly startled, but only for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, he put on that smile that made people feel like spring breeze again, whipped the reins and started walking.
As soon as the little boy said this, the people around him laughed in good faith.
You may think of yourself when you were a child, and think this child is so frank and cute.
But they also knew that it would be difficult for a boy like a boy from a civilian family who looked very ordinary in his clothing to become a dragon slaying master.
So I just wanted to respond to the little boy with some kind laughter.
The boy became anxious and gestured with his palms to explain to the people around him that he was not joking.
Wang Chen watched all this with cold eyes, and he quietly felt something was wrong in his heart.
After Poincaré heard what the boy said just now, some bitter emotions seemed to flash across his face?
With a thought in his mind, he said to Long Wushuang and the others: "Let's not follow him to the palace now. Let's go outside the city first."
As he said that, he took the first step and started walking, with the three of them following behind.
