The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"I think you, senior, will like this..."

Shanbai looked down at the paper bag in his hand, which contained freshly baked honey muffins and frosted berry tarts. The sweet aroma wafted faintly through the packaging.

She remembered the way her senior ate breakfast in the morning, which was a bit childish.

"Kids probably all like sweets... so the seniors must like them too."

This conclusion is not without basis.

As someone close to the saint, Shanbai has long developed keen observation skills.

In fact, she could vaguely see that Theresa was suppressing herself.

Because that smile...it was a little hard to smile.

No matter what, the senior is a good person.

"At least today I can let the seniors enjoy afternoon tea."

......

"I...I can't take it anymore...Baizi, please save me, ug——!"

Theresa collapsed on the bed, her cheeks flushed unnaturally, her golden pupils staring at the ceiling, and one hand weakly grasping the corner of Shanbai's clothes.

"How can you drink in broad daylight?"

Shanbai sighed, took out a copper basin, and gently patted Theresa's thin back.

"I'll make you some honey water later."

Shanbai frowned and deftly tucked Theresa's messy white hair behind her ear. "You better be careful, Senior. How will your body develop in this state?"

"Bah!" Theresa struggled to straighten her body. "You, a child, don't understand adult matters!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt dizzy and fell back onto the bed.

Shanbai looked at the adult curled up in front of him and couldn't help but think of the Saint Lady who also drank a lot of wine in order to convince everyone.

In fact, Theresa's alcohol tolerance shouldn't be so poor.

When there was a lot of free time, Black Hand would always sneak in to share some of the alcohol.

But for some reason today, she insisted on competing with Balin and the others in drinking based on her real ability.

The result is predictable. At this moment, he was holding the copper basin and vomiting violently.

"I...I am...hiccup...a ​​person who carries so many wishes!"

Theresa mumbled unsteadily, her fingers unconsciously digging at the mattress.

"I'm not... a child..."

Shanbai put the warm honey water on the coffee table, and the water surface reflected the swaying shadows of the trees outside the window.

She looked at the red tips of her senior's ears peeking out from his messy white hair. At this moment, he was just a drunken fool.

"Yes, yes, senior is the best." Shanbai covered Theresa with a blanket. "Can you drink this now?"

Theresa drowsily opened her eyes, the sweet scent of honey water filling her nostrils.

"Bozi."

"Ok?"

"You have to feed me."

"No, Senior, who gave you this kind of personality?"

The hearty laughter of Balin and his friends could be heard downstairs, and a young girl who wanted to outdo them was now holding her black hands and snoring like a cat.

Even Black Hand didn't absorb the alcohol in her body immediately, as it thought that proper numbness was a form of relaxation.

Shanbai closed the door gently and took a last look at Theresa who was sleeping through the crack.

"You fell asleep so quickly! I wonder what you're carrying around, Senior. Compared to me, I seem so insignificant."

The training ground is located in the northwest corner of the guild building complex and was discovered by Shanbai by chance during his morning walk.

At this point, several adventurers were already sparring in the center of the field. The whistling sound of swords cutting through the air and heavy breathing echoed in the empty field.

Shanbai stood at the edge of the training ground and looked at the muscular man in the center of the field.

The opponent had just knocked down three challengers in a row and was now beating his chest arrogantly, with an oily sheen on his bronze skin.

"Who else is next?!"

"I."

Shanbai slowly raised his hand and walked to the burly man's side. "As for weapons, can we use our fists?"

The setting sun dyed the training ground blood red.

The clouds on the horizon were like burning embers, giving the silhouettes of the cedars a dark golden outline.

Shanbai sat at the edge of the field, sweat dripping down her jawline, leaving dark marks on the sand.

The torches around the training ground lit up one after another, and the flickering flames reflected tiny golden rays in Shanbai's eyes.

She exhaled slowly, and white mist diffused in the gradually cooling air.

"You fought well, and your moves were beautiful."

Theresa's voice suddenly came from behind him. When Shanbai turned around, the bottle of water was already in front of him.

Shanbai took the water bottle, tilted his head back and drank it down. The liquid slid down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the pent-up fire in his chest.

"It's useless." She stared at her trembling fingertips. "Just like when I dealt with the Fire Cultists. My movements and reactions were clearly superior to theirs, but..."

Shanbai trained for an entire afternoon, all with his bare hands.

If she encounters an opponent of normal size, she can completely suppress them.

But once you face that big guy, even if you have the advantage throughout the whole process, you will eventually be defeated due to exhaustion.

"Looks like it is."

Theresa replied softly, her golden eyes reflecting the fading sunset glow.

"I know who I am, Senior."

Shanbai suddenly let out a long sigh, stood up, and stretched his sore shoulders and neck.

"If I were to encounter real danger, I would fight to survive."

Theresa looked at the girl's sweat-soaked collar. Back then, she had naively believed that being alive was victory.

"There's no point in just living, and I won't say anything nice. But if you just live for the sake of living..."

A golden light flashed, and Shanbai's pupils shrank slightly.

"You will regret this."

The last sentence was still lingering in the air when Theresa struck with lightning speed.

It stopped abruptly three inches away from Shanbai's throat, and the wind it brought blew up the girl's hair on her forehead.

"A few moves with me?"

Shanbai swallowed, but she slowly took the starting stance.

"Please teach me, Senior!"

Shanbai's fists tore through the air, drawing sharp tracks in the twilight.

Each of her punches was precisely aimed at Theresa's tiniest flaw.

The gap of shoulder blade rotation, the moment of center of gravity shift, and even the moment of breathing change.

Theresa's white hair fluttered in the wind, and the hem of her windbreaker drew a graceful arc, and every movement just avoided Shanbai's sharp edge.

If it were an ordinary opponent, he would have been knocked down by this violent attack.

Shanbai's boxing style is indeed powerful, and it seems to be the peak that ordinary people can reach.

However......

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound.

Theresa suddenly raised her hand, and her slender palm firmly caught the straight punch that Shanbai threw with all his strength.

This handshake was casual, but it felt like a chasm between the two of them.

Theresa didn't even take a step back. The dust raised by her feet slowly fell back to the ground, as if mocking all of Shanbai's efforts.

"I can't do it anymore, Senior. I've been fighting all afternoon."

Shanbai retracted her trembling fists, her clothes were already wet.

"Well, then you go back and take a shower. I'm going to take a walk."

Watching Shanbai's tired figure walking away, Theresa fell into deep thought.

Not everyone is so lucky. If the world really started from scratch, from a certain perspective, everyone would be fair.

"It's too much effort to redraw it, let me do the revisions!"

Theresa muttered to herself to the sky, completely unaware that someone was approaching her from a distance.