In his previous life, Zhou Li heard the name Jeslot more than once. In addition to the fact that this man is recognized as a "high-intensity pile driver" and is also a veteran player who has won the Trotters Championship four times in a row, he also has an identity that shines through the ages.
The first witcher and the last witcher.
In this world, it is an unquestionable rule that any profession requires the existence of a union to continue. However, the reason why rules appear is to set off the talents of those geniuses who use rules as wipes. And Jeslot is even more of a heavyweight.
Not only did he create a brand new profession, but he also declared at the twelfth hour that all the gods were in chaos, and only losers would establish a union to seek the protection of the gods. That year, he was nineteen years old.
Yes, Jeslot became a demigod-level demon hunter when he was nineteen years old. There is no divine protection, no union building, and no fortune in tight-fitting masked men. He just studied and made it by himself, and became a demon hunter.
After angrily complaining about the many professional unions at twelve quarters, Jeslot directly slaughtered the four Apocalypse Knights and their men who were ravaging Yingnan with one sword and one crossbow. Although the destructive power and influence of the four horsemen of the apocalypse are far less than that of the disaster, in Yingnan, the horsemen of the apocalypse are like a dung beetle meeting a constipated man, and they are very at home.
After all, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were born because of the continuous outbreak of plague, war, death and pain in Yingnan. It is sad to think about it without the apocalypse.
At this time, some people will ask, why do you not take action for twelve seconds in the face of these four monsters that are wreaking havoc on the world? What about other countries? What to do?
Haha, of course I will be hung up by the void again.
Therefore, even though the nineteen-year-old Jerost was a hero in the world and could be called a demon hunter in the bad-mouthed world, all the professional unions and the Twelve Hours did not take any action against him. After all, Jerost is a serious businessman. This kid has no shortcomings except for his bad mouth, his penchant for driving piles, and being a betting dog every day.
Moreover, he is really good at handling things.
"Good skills, young man."
Of course, Gerost, who is over sixty years old, is no longer the irritable old man who rants every day. He inserted the sword blade into the Stitch Monster's throat, twisted it hard, and the silver light instantly engulfed the Stitch Monster. He looked at Zhou Li and his voice was low and magnetic:
"This Munro monster and the chameleon behind you are here specifically to find you."
"oh?"
Zhou Li didn't have any ill feelings toward this man. He controlled the black mist to throw the green piece of meat on the ground, and asked curiously: "Why did you say that?"
"The Munro monster has no brain and completely obeys the instructions of the person who created it. It is impossible for him to appear here for no reason."
Squatting down and putting the green gelatin left by the silver light into a silver box, Geralost asked: "If my guess is correct, werewolves and vampires should have appeared."
"It appeared a few days ago. The werewolf staged a "kill myself" act, but the vampire was not found."
Zhou Li walked aside and took Eluma over, and then said to Gerost: "The bandage monster also appeared and killed a capitalist. There was also a skeleton giant who destroyed the church where the gospels were stored."
"ah?"
It was obvious that Gerost was not prepared for this amount of information. He raised his head, his eyes glazed over.
"By the way, there's some news."
Zhou Li shrugged and said very calmly: "The gospel has escaped."
"Ran?"
Jerost exclaimed in surprise, "You said the Gospels ran away?"
"I opened my legs and ran away. I didn't expect it. I didn't expect it either."
After snapping his fingers and removing the black mist and blood that was used to protect the house, Zhou Li leaned forward slightly and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and chat?"
"Um."
Jerost didn't hesitate, nodded and walked into Zhou Li's detective agency. At this time, Eluma's mood also calmed down, and she walked to the kitchen out of habit and began to prepare black tea.
"Is she your wife?"
Gerost glanced at Eluma in the kitchen and quickly looked away. Obviously, this man who once dared to drive a pile even to a miko who was half-dressed as a wolf, has given up all distracting thoughts.
"My assistant."
Zhou Li smiled, then took out a business card and handed it to Gerost: "Forster, a detective."
"oh?"
Jerost took the business card and looked at it with interest. Then he remembered Zhou Li's fighting consciousness that was comparable to his own, and asked curiously: "Are all detectives so fierce now?"
"I'm an exception."
Zhou Li is not modest at all. After all, the embarrassing name of "The Most Fierce Legend in the Empire, Boxing Champion of the Yingnan Detective World, Legend of Dragon - Detective Forster" has been resounding throughout Jordan. Anyone who asks will know it. I am the best detective among detectives, and the best detective among those who can fight.
Jerost didn't have much idea about Zhou Li's admission. After taking a sip of black tea, Gerost said straight to the point: "Detective Folds, why did you come to Jordan?"
Before Zhou Li could answer, Jerost put down his tea cup and continued with a calm expression: "Or should I call you Lord Brave?"
"Ahem, it seems I can't hide it anymore."
Zhou Li coughed lightly, and then, under Jerost's see-through eyes, he said calmly:
"Yes, I am..."
"The brave man's substitute, Monday."
You haven’t forgotten this one yet, have you?
Eluma on the side forcefully swallowed the black tea, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Jerost obviously didn't expect Zhou Li to have such a hand, and was stunned.
"ah?"
After a while, Jerost spit out a single syllable.
Obviously, he underestimated Zhou Li's lower limit.
"You, what are you talking about?"
Just when Jerost asked this question, Zhou Li said directly:
"I came to Yingnan to discuss the opening of trade with the nobles on behalf of Brother Zhou Li, but I was trapped in Jordan because of a series of problems."
"How do you prove your identity?"
Jerost, who was a little unsure, asked. Zhou Li had already prepared for this question.
"Do you know Magnum III?"
Facing Zhou Li's inquiry, Gerost nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Of course, I have met the current king of Magnum."
"You can call him and ask him if he dares to say I'm not Monday."
Uh-huh.
He seems quite confident.
Although it was a bit baffling, Jerost still reluctantly chose to believe Zhou Li's words. He thought for a while and asked: "So Mr. Monday, can you tell me what happened recently?"
"certainly."
Zhou Li smiled, leaned on the sofa, and said very calmly:
"Let me organize the language first."
I need to polish it up.
