Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1025

[Chapter 1017 Sound]

“Wow…Thank you…Thank you big brother”.

Seeing that the sharp knife that was close at hand was directly smashed by an invisible “air”, how could the scared little girl who was paralyzed on the ground still didn’t know that she had met the real savior? While the gangsters were wide-eyed and stunned, the girl who quickly broke free from the confinement, almost relied on her survival instinct to express her thanks aloud and hurriedly ran behind Ganatica.

Although the teenager at this moment can be said to have just stood up from the garbage heap, and the dirty stench lingered on the whole body of this decadent “tramp”, but the little girl who was already terrified did not care. In order to catch the only life-saving straw that fell from the sky, she could not wait to hug the homeless person who came forward in time.

“…Thank you? What’s there to be grateful for? How can a guy like me be thankful?”

Thanks to the beautiful girl, if you are an ordinary brave young man, maybe you should take advantage of this opportunity to show your heroic character, but ignoring the frightened eyes of all the gangsters, I looked back to see that the little girl was killed. With her delicate face wet with tears, Ganatica, who was thanked as a savior, could only feel a sense of grief at a loss.

Thinking back in the past, when I decided to lead the poor people to resist the exploitation of the nobles together with the girl “Pandora”, where did I ever have the slightest hesitation? In the past, when he was driven by hatred to wantonly slaughter the so-called “indifferent bystanders”, why did he ever feel any pity in his heart?

But today…the long time has passed silently, and the blood of the devil has soaked the leather armor. What has the Ganatica named “Avenger” turned into? Where does the so-called “true self” exist?

The former “heroes” are probably as unrecognizable as those precious memories.

“…”

“Okay, it’s okay, go home quickly, and don’t enter this dark alley again in the future.”

The somewhat mechanically lowered head told the young girl, but Ganatica, who was still in a mess, didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“Didn’t I swear to be the craziest evil? Didn’t I try to get stronger and take revenge on the gods? Why would I use such a tone in this remote corner to help an unknown child out of danger? I am Who? What am I doing now?”

Silently watching the girl who expressed her gratitude one after another, she nodded earnestly and agreed, and Ganatica suddenly felt that everything around her had once again become dreamlike and lost its reality.

A real dream always has a time of awakening, but such a dream is doomed to have no beginning and no end.

“Thank you, big brother…this…this bunch of flowers for you…that…thank you very much”!

Of course, the frightened girl couldn’t see Ganatica’s heavy heart. Seeing that several stunned gangsters seemed to start to stare at her fiercely again, the little girl with her jet-black ponytail trembling in the breeze couldn’t bear it anymore. Live to turn around and run away.

So she quickly took out the most complete and beautiful white flower branch from a pile of dusty bouquets and placed it in Ganatica’s palm. The girl who finally calmed down quickly turned around and trotted away from the alley.

For the innocent she, what happened today was just a terrible nightmare encounter, and the encounter between her and the vagabond image Ganatica was far from being called an “encounter”. After leaving this dark alley, Her life is still selling flowers to subsidize her family, and she has a crush on the handsome third-rate minstrel Fawn in the tavern.

The act of giving out that white flower may even be the only opportunity in a poor girl’s life to get up close and personal with professionals.

However, for the young Avengers who fell into contemplation and confusion……the meaning of this bunch of flowers is too extraordinary……

“Hey, don’t…don’t think you’re a professional…you can be arrogant. My second uncle’s fourth brother and sister are also…a warrior apprentice…”

Seeing that their “prey” had already run away, a few thugs who were sweating all over also wanted to take the opportunity to escape quickly.

You must know that even in the empire ruled by legendary mages, the number of professionals is extremely rare in a country with a total population of more than 4 billion, and suddenly encounter a professional who “sees the road” , the crowd of thugs who are just ordinary people will of course be frightened to the point of being split in battle. If it wasn’t for the tall Ganatica blocking the only exit of the alley, these guys who bully the soft and fear the hard will probably have long ago. Even rolled and crawled and fled.

But… I’m afraid that the gang leader who took medicine and said harsh words in good face didn’t realize that the target of his “noisy” threat was a legendary warrior who was extremely emotionally unstable…

“Don’t be noisy”.

Before he could finish the speechless paragraph, a light drink mixed with mental power fluctuations suddenly interrupted his sentence.

That’s right, this is of course just a simple light drink. For the legendary powerhouse, it’s just a habit of speaking a little louder.

However, a gentle two or three slaps are not equivalent to Taishan crushing bones for the ants? In the face of such strong mental fluctuations, a few villains who were just ordinary people instantly died on the spot without even a chance to scream.

And it is worth mentioning that their death did not attract the slightest attention of Ganatica, because at this moment, the boy with cloudy eyes was still staring at the bouquet in his hand in a daze – after getting this flower a moment. In an instant, he felt a familiar emotion that he had not felt in more than 100,000 years.

This emotion is called happiness.

Yes, this is just an ordinary white flower in the field, but in the eyes of today’s “Young Avengers”, its petals seem to be carved from white jade, and they glitter like crystal clear crystals. Like a magic mirror, the dewdrops mirrored the face of a young man who had never changed.

That’s Ganatica’s own face…

“Have I really changed? Have I really grown? Am I really… undone”?

Clenching his fingers full of power, feeling the surging fighting spirit roaring and swirling in his soul, the teary-eyed boy whispered to himself and questioned himself in a low voice.

But this time, his ears did not have no answer as usual.

Because just as Ganatica’s voice fell, an ethereal voice echoed in this remote alley like it appeared out of nowhere:

“How could it be? Poor child? Your heart is only covered by senseless hatred. How can your reflection now be said to be not a kind of growth? Your good deeds have helped you step out from the abyss of sin. , returning to a pure soul, how can it be eternal?”