adventurer killer

The end of the explosion... Coleman ushered in his final moment. How much shock would a paladin of his level cause if he blew himself up?

Coleman felt a little pain, his left cheek fell heavily to the ground, and out of the corner of his right eye, he caught a glimpse of the historically heavy gable of the Governor's Mansion in St. Phalle.

The figure of the tracker tightening the rope and pulling the boat to the coast symbolizes the marine career and people's livelihood needs that the northern Gatoao United Kingdom, a kingdom that depends on the sea, is most proud of.

In a kingdom with distinct classes, the reason why the working people at the bottom are condensed in the gable in the form of Ukiyo-e is for the convenience of foreign travelers to see.

Thus wrongly judging how equal the concept of class is in this country... "Saint-Farbour? I heard the sound of bells!"

The ship is docked, and there are pallets in front.

When the side of the large freighter entered the harbor, it was pulled closer to the pallet by some boatmen with full arms, shouting.

Coleman couldn't get up, he knew he was in a familiar place.

But he just couldn't get up, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he couldn't exert any strength.

In addition to the noisy sound of the port, there were also a few gloating voices surrounding him.

"Black Loach! Get up quickly! Aren't you easy to fight against injustice? Today I will teach you a lesson!"

The side of the ship collided with the pallet, and there was a loud "boom!"

Immediately afterwards, he heard someone standing on a high place, scolding the boatman pulling the fiber: "Are you all stupid pigs? What if the boat crashes? I'll cut your flesh!"

A large splash of water splashed on Coleman's body, which was cold and different from the scorching heat he should have felt. The holy light was far away from him, and now he only had the physique of a mortal.

He sat up abruptly, and for the second time in his life, his eyes came into contact with the upside-down image, a chunky man in a luxurious flannel dress, smoking a cigar and holding a wine glass in his hand.

The woman standing beside him was gentle and graceful, with a snow-white top hat adorned with veil that just covered her eyes, and a gown of the brightest and purest goose egg yolk, which was very suitable for embellishing her good figure.

She and the fat man are obviously not father-daughter, but the age gap is still huge.This was Coleman's first impression back then, and he was furious then, as he is now.

"Cassandra..." The continuous ups and downs of thoughts reached their peak at the moment when the woman showed her face. She had a fairy face that emerged from the mud but was not stained, and did not eat the fireworks of the world.

No matter how many holy, gentle, and prominent noble women Coleman has seen in the future, they are not as touching as this face, and Coleman cannot leave his eyes from now on.

"I told you not to look around..." A dark cloud flew in front of Coleman's eyes, followed by a severe dizziness.

He was punched by someone, and his mind cleared up a lot.

He didn't have to open his eyes to know that it was 20 years ago when he met the shipyard owner Talon and his mistress... Cassandra in his youth, and he also knew who beat him.

"I work in Talon's shipyard. A fellow named Quilton, who was on duty at night, found a few workers with dirty hands and feet stealing parts from the warehouse."

Coleman felt that he was bleeding from the nose. He hadn't experienced this special feeling for many years. In fact, after he became a paladin, he had no chance of being injured at all, and he couldn't bleed.

Blood flowed down the nasal cavity, faintly, sorely, and stingingly. This feeling made the expression on Coleman's face extremely joyful, and he shouted: "Come again!"

"Holy light! What time is this? Did the Lord give me another new life? I should take good care of it! Instead of missing the happiness of a lifetime like last time!"

"Tsk! Did you break Coleman's mind?" Worker Brotte hurriedly pulled the man in the peaked cap with his sleeves rolled up.

"I'll let him know what the consequences are for standing up for others!"

The man in the peaked cap had just thrown Quilton in a bucket and filled it with cement last night, before he could complain to the workshop director.

How could he have imagined that the scene of the oil barrel rolling into the sea happened to be seen by Coleman who was patrolling the pier.

After Coleman fished out the barrel, he learned something from the inhuman Quelton.

He wanted to reveal a major murder case in the shipyard when the boss came back today.

But it happened that Brotte was a friend of Coleman and was also involved in the theft.

The man in the peaked cap landed a heavy punch on Coleman's face.

"Coleman, I'll beat you till you shut up!" How childish his threats sounded to Coleman.

Twenty years ago, this series of violent beatings almost killed Coleman, and it was because of the kindness of Cassandra that Talon mercifully sent him to the cathedral.

At that time, the pastor, his divine enlightener, saved him from the border of death, and Coleman embarked on a bright and infinite road.

However, Coleman will never forget that woman. She is an eternal pain in his heart. Even if Port Saint-Farr becomes a purgatory, he will still remember that woman's angelic smile.

[Boxer] Min Te is a tyrant in the Talon shipyard, a local snake, often presses a peaked cap to his face, puts his arms up, leans against the wall with one foot against the wall, and examines every incompetent.

Then he will take advantage of these pitiful coppers after they receive their salaries. Once there is resistance, a lot of cronies will come out.

Coleman is a young man with a strong sense of justice. He has prevented such things several times before, so Minter is a little afraid of him, but today Coleman took laxatives, and the situation changed.

Coleman's face was tilted to one side, and he took advantage of the opportunity to see his friend Brotte who was both shy and nervous.

"This guy put laxatives in my food back then, it must have been."

"I remember that after I received these two punches, I wanted to fight back, but the uncontrollable diarrhea broke out again, which made me lose a lot of face on the pier. Fortunately, Cassandra didn't dislike it."

"He's an angel! A pure angel!" Veins throbbed violently on Coleman's temples, and he suddenly discovered that this reversed time was slightly different from 20 years ago.

"Yes, no more abdominal pain, moreover, my whole body is boiling with power!"

He shot violently, and with his thunderous palm, he caught the iron fist that Min Te swung.

Immediately afterwards, Coleman used this immature body to display the knight martial arts he practiced bravely after being infused with the holy light, and his fists were like a bellows, hitting Minter's abdomen.

The hooligan, thief, and murderer who had been arrogant in the Talon shipyard for many years lay on the pallet, staring, and kept spitting blood from his mouth.

relief.

Coleman was so excited that he trembled with the sudden release of a wild beast after being imprisoned.

He himself is not a person who likes to be calm. The Minte who injured him has been pressing on his heart like a big stone for many years, making him always remember the shadow of the fist.

The coverage of that shadow was so great that he had to hide under the shadow of the holy light before he dared to stand upright and survive.

Even Port Sainte-Falle has long been home to ghouls.

Even if Minter has already become one of the boundless living dead.

The hurt he left Coleman can never be healed. It is the most failed memory in his life, a failure with profound impact.

It was the black hole in his heart that no matter how many monsters he eradicated, no matter how glorious promotion and coronation he received, he dared not tell others.

Coleman never really enjoyed life.

He felt the refreshing sea breeze blowing in his ears, and the noisy pier was like a stage for his performance.

And the black hole named [Mint] has already been filled by Coleman who regained himself.

"Ha, the blood he spit out looks like a small fountain!"

Coleman spread his arms comfortably, and greeted the group of dog legs following Minter, including his friend Brotte.

"Don't mess around! Coleman, the boss is watching from the boat."

Broute thought he was his friend and wanted to persuade him, but he saw Coleman's disbelief and hatred.

He had never seen that look on Coleman's face before.

"My friend, you have always been very gentle. Min Te has been punished as he should! You should be more magnanimous!"

Brotte winked at the flustered followers behind him.

They obtained a small anchor and cleaning tools for washing the pallet from near the pallet, with obvious intentions.

One of them even moved a wooden barrel by a strange coincidence, copying Coleman's retreat.

Coleman couldn't see the triumph and contempt in Brotte's eyes.

But today, paladin Coleman can see clearly at a glance.

He could even easily tell where the man behind him lifted the barrel from the reflection in Brotte's eyes.

"In the Ten Commandments of the Holy Light, the most despicable person mentioned is the coward who abandoned his comrades on the battlefield."

Coleman stretched out his fingers and counted several types of people, and the barrel fell on his head.

Standing at the independent angle of the golden rooster, he calmly gave the person behind him a back kick.

The sound of bone cracking and the sound of the man howling and falling into the sea attracted a large number of people to watch.

The barrel also fell into Coleman's hands by coincidence.

He felt good at this moment, threw the oak barrel that could only be lifted by the hands of a mature man, and put it back in his hands.

"You have such strength!" Brotte cast an impatient look at his companions, but the gang of low-class fools all threw down their weapons and jumped into the crowd screaming. "coward!"

"Coleman, don't you remember, when you first entered the industry, who kept you from being excluded and bullied by Minter? It was me." Broote smiled flatteringly and waved to Coleman.

"This is the most common expression used by despicable people..." Coleman curled up the corner of his mouth, using another expression that Brotte had never seen before, and sighed sullenly.

Coleman raised his arm, and the wooden barrel could kill Brotter, but he easily held it up like a toy: "Brotter, with your hypocrisy, go to hell!"

"That boy! Stop it!" The person who called Coleman "that boy" was a beautiful woman with eye-catching clothes and a delicate and sharp chin in the eyes of everyone. She got off the boat.

She yelled that only the proprietress can dominate everything, trying to prevent the murder from happening before her eyes, "Don't you listen to me? You bold servant! Heipi!"

She used all the words that could irritate Coleman to distract him, lest he do something wrong that could never be undone while she was driving down the escalator from the bow.

Coleman stared at her figure running down, in a daze.

At that time, the sunset glow flew from the sky, making the person step on the colorful sea smoke and ride the dreamlike beautiful spectacle.

20 years ago, he lay on a pallet and yelled at a gang of gangsters while suffering from embarrassing diarrhea.

Twenty years later, he used thunderous means to wipe out the culprit of the gangster in one fell swoop.

In Coleman's heart, he has obtained the most thorough self-salvation.

He also firmly believed that Cassandra would understand him, so he threw the bucket at Brotte.

There was a muffled sound from the barrel, which split into four or five pieces, and Brotte, who groaned loudly, turned his face backwards along with the flying wooden barrel fragments.

All the people who witnessed this scene uttered horrified cries.

The bridge of his nose was collapsed, his face was rotten, and all kinds of horrible words were poured on Coleman's face like a knight's baptismal prayer.

"Everyone! You've all seen it. I have nothing to explain. They came to me first..."

Snapped!A loud slap landed on Coleman's face.

That kind of pain surpassed the praise he had suffered, and it was worthy of his staring. His palms trembled slightly, his lips were tightened, and he looked at his lady with pity.

"You shouldn't! Do it right! Whatever—what happens!"

Cassandra didn't know Coleman, he was just a low-level boatman to her.

In her eyes, his punishment of crimes was nothing more than the victim of a brawl, replaced by Mint and his helpless dog, Brotte.

Coleman admitted that there was a brief moment of sourness in his heart, but after two seconds, his mature concept made him realize that he really must love the woman in front of him.

Coleman's breathing became short. Even if the past happened again, he would still like to approach this woman with her delicately scented neckline.

She is willing, with a face full of questioning, sullen and uneasy, a face carved in jade and slightly charming, just facing herself like this.

Any word about missing and loving, even if he went back 20 years ago, he would not dare to confide to her easily, she is as white as a cloud.

Then, Coleman noticed that the woman, who refused to take his eyes off him, left him quickly, and together with the surrounding workers, carried Mint and Bront onto the cart.

From time to time, Cassandra looked at the young man standing still in the distance, casting a look of blame and disappointment. She was more than ten years older than Coleman, so of course she believed that she had the right to blame the child.

During this time, his boss kept touching the railing with his elbow, raised his thick brown lips, and looked at everything that happened on the pallet: "That boy."

He pointed at Coleman.

Coleman never paid attention to this fat man. To him, he was just a fat obstacle like a pig, using money and status to stand between him and Cassandra.

How could Coleman look at an insignificant person directly, so he didn't respond to the greeting for a long time.

The bodyguard beside Talon rushed off the boat immediately.

"The boss is asking you something." Coleman felt that some trivial weapon was aimed at him. He could break everyone's necks, but Cassandra might leave him forever.

He was not good at communicating with some low-level people, so he could only raise his dark eyes and look at the fat man with his clean teeth: "Boss, you have seen everything."

"Yes, I saw everything. I saw that you beat the fellow known as Boxer." Talon was supported by his bodyguard and walked down the stairs. "You beat our protector."

When he walked up to Coleman, he stretched out his fat and greasy hand, and straightened the sea soul shirt with some nosebleeds on the boatman: "You know, things on the pier are not easy."

"Sometimes, in order to cause a little trouble to other shipyards, or to allow our customers to berth in a good position, we need some special people to settle some special things."

"I just beat this capable person to internal bleeding?" Coleman was a head taller than Talon, and he looked down at the fat man's face without fear. How can a mortal be so scary as a monster?

Talon stopped the bodyguards who rushed forward, which made Coleman suddenly change his eyes on Talon, and gave him a feeling that it was not unreasonable for this fat man to have Cassandra. "He is not reckless, mature, has a bear-like poised appearance, and has the charm that ordinary people don't have. This kind of person's charm..." He glanced at Cassandra over there.

"Holy Light, are you taking this opportunity to tell your lost believers? Even if I go back to 20 years ago, I still can't have her feelings? No! I don't believe it."

"So you have to learn, young man." Talon's half-joking tone was deep and powerful, and he slapped the palm of Coleman's hand heavily, while the paladin stared at the hand.

According to the Ten Commandments of Holy Light, this kind of person should be punished with a rod... But apart from the Ten Commandments of Holy Light, how can I become his kind of person?

Perhaps, I can use my years of experience in the world.

"Boss, I really shouldn't beat people up like that, leaving the factory short of manpower." Coleman squeezed out an unnatural smile, but Talon was amazed in exchange.

"Ha! Look." He spread his hands to the bodyguards who were looking uneasy, and then used a diamond wrench to wipe off the ash on the cigar, "I just said that there are many materials that can be made in this factory."

At this moment, after Cassandra took care of the wounded, she walked to her man's side. Talon hugged her waist like no one else, and pressed Cassandra's slender waist with his fat belly.

A trace of gloom flashed across Cassandra's face, and then disappeared quickly. She complained to Talon: "This kid severely injured the two of them. I asked the people next to me."

Cassandra glanced at Coleman quickly and disdainfully: "That guy named Brotter was his roommate when he entered the factory, and he helped him a lot. This kind of person should be severely punished."

"No, no, my good Cassandra." Talon withdrew his hand, and patted Cassandra's buttocks heavily in front of Coleman: "I want to train him."

Talon used to point to the black-skinned Coleman's cigar, and dropped a stub of ash.Coleman also received a cold smile from Cassandra.

Talon left without telling Coleman how to be educated.

As Cassandra left, she hesitated for a while, then turned and walked back.

"Listen, you boy, if you have nothing to do, go to the cathedral and listen to some hymns that teach people to be good, so as not to become someone you don't want to be."

Coleman stared at her pair of watery eyes full of kindness, and said word by word: "I am determined to be good and follow the teachings, but the beautiful woman left me."

The Holy Light is powerful and ubiquitous, but it is not the only classic in life. Since the accident at the age of 20, he has summed up this truth.

Strength is the bellows, prayer is the coals that burn.Only I, Coleman, know how to control the heat, that boiler.