The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

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"Familiar ceiling."

When Charles woke up from the darkness, he found himself lying in a room in the Church of the Red Leaf, which was often used as a sick ward by Mother St. Angel. The wooden slatted ceiling in the room left a deep impression on many people nearby.

Charles moved a bit, and found that the muscles all over his body were aching, his whole body was extremely hot, and he seemed to be wearing thick bandages on his body and face.

Charles' movement quickly caught the attention of the people beside the hospital bed.

"Charles!"

A voice resembling the singing of an oriole rang in Charles' ears, and then an incomparably beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes. It's just that the bloodshot around her black pupils ruined the beauty of the whole face. In a panic, her long silver hair like a waterfall slipped down and hit Charles on the face. It's just that Charles felt weird about the touch on his face.

"Sister Elizabeth." Charles weakly called out to the elf in front of him.

The voices of Elizabeth and Charles quickly alerted the others outside the ward, and several people rushed into the ward at once.

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Now Charles has entered the emoji perspective mode. In addition to Elizabeth, he also saw the wrinkled and tired, and the hair is no longer as bright as yesterday, St. Angel's Mammy, the dark-faced Marquis Hermanlik, and a picture of only Seen twice, worry replaced the smile on the young man's face.

"Young master is awake?" Aunt Pomegranate's voice came from outside the door, and then she seemed to be stopped outside by the guards brought by Marquis Hermanlik.

There are big people in the ward, how can you be a commoner to enter?

It's just that a sharp pain came from his body, which made Charles faint again.

I don't know how long it took, Charles regained consciousness, but he couldn't open his eyes, couldn't make a sound, couldn't move any part of his body, the sound in his ear was so far away from him, it felt like Like a ghost press.

However, the burning pain from the whole body was still invading his body, which was even more painful than when he was burned to death in a hot pot restaurant in his previous life.

But he couldn't do anything at the moment. In order to divert his attention, he recalled the last time of his last life.

At noon that day, when he came out of the construction site to eat raw rice noodles in Shuijie Street, he met an old man who fell to the ground. After he saw that there was a camera facing the crime scene not far away, he went over to help call 120.

The corruption did not happen. The centenarian came out to buy a lottery ticket on a whim, and then accidentally fell.

And the old man was just in time. After thanking him personally at noon the next day, and giving him the lottery ticket bought that day, a voucher for a hot pot restaurant that had just opened, and other small things as small gifts, the old man ended his return and passed away.

So he used those vouchers to eat hot pot buffet in the afternoon. As a result, just halfway through the meal, the betting dog son of the owner of the hot pot restaurant poured gasoline at the door of the restaurant and burned the restaurant because he could not ask for money.

Later, he and the guy at the next table who had been showing affection with his girlfriend smashed the glass facing the street together, making people run for their lives.

Only when he was about to run away with a frightened mother in his arms at the end, the burning Christmas decoration on the top fell off and burned him to death.

In the end, he was almost burned to death after living in the new world for eight years. Could it be because his name, Wuxing, in his previous life caught fire?

He heard words such as "burn", "fire element", "toxin" several times in the vaguely heard voice just now.

Not long after, the footsteps of several people sounded, came to Charles' side, and then stood around the hospital bed.

"In the name of the **** of flames, I instruct the messenger of flames to get out of this man and leave immediately."

"Eternal God of Light, merciful Father, please perform miracles on this man and heal this man's physical and spiritual pain."

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"Gudong gudong gudong gudong..."

Charles on the hospital bed could hear that, first of all, it was the Flame Expulsion Technique of the Fire Temple, which expelled the fire element that was constantly burning in Charles' body.

The second is the healing technique of the Temple of Light. He can feel that the pain on his body is gradually disappearing under the repair of the light element.

The third is a magic spell sung in Elvish language, which is a series of question marks in the ears of Charles, who does not understand Elvish language. But he could feel that some bad things in his body were disappearing.

In the end, someone pried open Charles' mouth and poured almost half a catty of some kind of potion into it.

One after another divine magic descended on Charles' body, causing his body to glow red, white and green. Some of these rays of light are pulling out the fire element in his body, some are healing the burns on his body, and some are removing the toxins in his body.

After the light dissipated and half a catty of potion was poured, Charles felt his whole body warm, just like soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

Not long after, Charles opened his eyes.

"Charles, how are you feeling now? Is there anything wrong with you?"

The first thing that appeared in front of Charles was still the slightly haggard and anxious face of the elf, but the silver hair on her head at this moment exuded a faint green light.

"My face hurts." Charles answered truthfully.

Elizabeth stroked the bandage on Charles' face with pity, and said softly, "It's okay, everything will be fine, don't forget who I am, sister."

Charles nodded, then he looked at the two old ladies over the bed.

"Thank you, Sister Catherine." Charles said to the old woman on the left, who was wearing a flaming red Dalmatica, with red light in her white hair.

Since the Holy Angel of the Temple of Light has been practicing medicine for many years and gained a lot of faith, the Fire Temple, which has a large stronghold nearby, sent their retired saintess forty years ago to try to have a relationship with the Holy Angel. steal business.

However, Aunt Catherine's medical skills are not as good as that of Aunt Saint Angel, but she has established a lot of prestige among adventurers.

"Little Charles, you need to have a good rest." Mother Catherine said in a "soft voice". She was a fighting nun and her voice was always loud.

"Thank you, Mother Saint Angel." Charles saw that the white light on her hair, which was one of the symbols of the saint, had disappeared, and her white hair looked dry and white.

"You'll be fine. Let's leave first and let little Charles have a good rest." Mammy St. Angel finally said to everyone.

"Take a good rest, my poor little cousin." A young man with a large empty medicine bottle gently patted Charles on the shoulder, "Just tell me if you need anything, don't be polite to me."

Charles nodded to the cousin who appeared out of nowhere last year, and then watched them leave.

"I'll go get you something to eat," Elizabeth said to Charles before leaving.

After the four completed the treatment of Charles, they left the ward. When the door of the ward was closed, the faces of the four of them suddenly darkened.

"Poor little Charles, sigh...he's only eight years old..." Mammy Catherine said with a sigh.

"I'm worried that he won't be able to accept this." Aunt St. Angel's brows furrowed tightly, "And Mira who just left..."

"I believe that the McGarden family will not fall down so easily." Elizabeth said, "I'll go talk to him."

Charles' cousin, Thomas Cromwell, stood aside, his face gloomy and silent.

When Elizabeth returned to the ward with a bowl of steaming milk, she saw Charles sitting against the railing of the hospital bed, staring intently at the ring on the bedside table.

Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed with the milk in her hand, quietly watching Charles staring at the Quan Jie she had left on purpose and not speaking.

At this moment, Charles stretched out his hands, and then used his trembling left hand to untie the bandage on his right hand.

With the full efforts of two retired saintess and a current elves saint, and the secret medicine that Cromwell was unwilling to reveal the source of but could guarantee the effect, Charles' injuries were basically healed at this time, but his body Still weak.

After undoing the bandage on the palm of his right hand, he picked up the Earl McGarden Ring on the bedside table and looked carefully in front of him.

It was a ring made of gold as the main material, and the face of the ring was a ruby ​​carved into the shape of a maple leaf.

Charles understands the reason why this power ring appeared in front of him, but it doesn't mean that he can face it calmly.

In the past eight years, the father's expectations and education for him, and the mother's care and love for him, can't be erased by just saying "I have transmigrated".

The next second, Charles put the ring on the fourth finger of his right hand without hesitation.

"Sorry, I'm late." Elizabeth put the bowl full of milk on the bedside table where the Quan Ring had just been placed.

She sat next to Charles, hugged him and said, "Because of the heavy rain, the convoy was stuck on the road. Thomas and I went ahead alone in order to come to your birthday."

"But we are still a step too late, we can only save you."

Charles opened his hands, then wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist, which seemed to be not full, and put his forehead on her chest.

Elizabeth stroked Charles' back, letting his tears fall on her body.

When the milk on the bedside table was cold, Charles left Elizabeth's arms.

Next, Elizabeth helped Charles to do it, and after flicking a match-head-sized spark into the milk, she fed Charles with a spoon while telling him what happened.

"This is a conspiracy that looks like an accident." Elizabeth said, "Someone chased a young Cormando bipedal dragon towards the manor while chasing it, and then just before the last dragon died and blew itself up, they used the Meteorite smashed the dragons into your house. Their hands and feet are very clean, and there is basically no trace of intentionality."

"Who is it?!" Charles asked emotionlessly after drinking a spoonful of milk.

He knew about Comando Wyverns, but they lived a long way from here. Because there is a road leading to the northern wasteland, the dangerous monsters that occasionally appear around have long been turned into various raw materials.

And Elizabeth has studied in the elf forest for three hundred years, and as an adult, she has traveled north and south in the human territory for decades, and she has seen many conspiracies and tricks. So Charles has no doubts about her judgment.

"The fourth prince of the Bischberg kingdom, the adventurer team led by Ellen Bischberg." Elizabeth continued to feed Charles milk while saying, "He expressed his concern for the accident caused by his carelessness. It is very regrettable and he has made compensation for it."

After Elizabeth finished speaking, she put the spoon in her hand into the bowl, and then with her free right hand, she took out a storage ring from the pocket under her body armor and placed it on the quilt beside Charles.

Charles didn't even look at what was in the space enclosed by the ring, picked it up and threw it on the bedside table.

He knew that there was a huge sum of money in it, because after the royal family killed the nobles, they had to pay a huge sum of money to the victim's family, if the victim still had family members.

If the noble family forgives the murderer, then accept the money.

If the nobles do not understand, the murderer of the royal family will say to the victim's family: "If you have the ability, hit me!"

The nobles who have the ability to kill the royal family have already killed the royal family and its vassals to become kings themselves, so those nobles either swallowed their voices or tried their hardest.

The common practice of the nobles is to let an avenger quit the family, and then the avenger takes this huge sum of money to ask the killer to assassinate the murderer personally, but does not involve other people in the royal family.

"What are your plans?" Elizabeth reached out and stroked the bandage on Charles' face. "My mother and I will not stand by if we need to."

It’s natural to ask the Elf Queen to do it, but the diplomatic disputes caused behind this are troublesome, and maybe it will become an excuse for humans to attack the elves.

For more than 300 years, the Elf Queen has been taking care of the McGarden family in various ways, but Charles does not want to bring disaster to the benefactor's nation.

"Let me think about it." Charles stretched out his hands that had not regained much strength, took the half bowl of milk in the hands of the Elf Princess, handed it tremblingly to his mouth, and drank it.

After Elizabeth left with the empty bowl, Charles lay on the bed and quietly looked at the bright sunshine outside the window.

For the first time, I traveled to a different world with magic and lived in a wealthy family. The two joys overlap each other, and this double joy brings more and more joy, and should have gotten a dreamlike happy time. However, why does it become like this?

The next morning, Charles, who had been in a coma for two days, showed up at his parents' funeral.

He was still dressed in bandages, wearing the hospital gown prepared in the church, and presided over the entire funeral with the help of Elizabeth.

The Marquis Hermanlik family and the nearby nobles came, and Mrs. Hermanlik asked Cynthia to help Charles, but Charles put his entire weight on Elizabeth.

Wearing a round hat with a black veil and a black dress, Elizabeth caused a commotion at the funeral when she appeared.

In Cao Zhi's "Luoshen Fu", "shoulders are cut, and waists are like plain. The neck is extended and the neck is beautiful, and the quality is exposed. The fragrance is not added, and the lead is beautiful. It is not an exaggeration to describe this elf princess and saintess of the Temple of Life.

In her decades of walking on the continent, from kings to knights, there are many suitors for her.

While she was beautiful and delicious, some people who had heard of her strength temporarily put aside their careful thoughts of taking this opportunity to bite a piece of meat from the McGarden family.

Today's funeral is very simple.

After the burial, Marquis Hermanlik recalled the experience of studying under Charles' grandfather with Charles' father when he was a child, and at the same time encouraged Charles to be strong.

Then St. Angel's Mother read the deceased's will. After giving various amounts of gold coins to the servants and workshop managers who served the McGarden family, a large sum of money was given to Charles' sister Mila as a dowry, and then all the real estate such as the title, land, and workshop were given to Charles. .

This will is quite satisfactory, and there is nothing surprising.

It's just that the decision that Charles announced next took everyone by surprise.

"I'm about to go out to study." Charles said lightly, "During my study abroad, all the properties of the McGarden family will be jointly managed by the Temple of Life, the Temple of Light, the Temple of Fire, the Tribal Senate and the Kingdom of Biberah."

After Charles' childish voice fell, the scene was silent, and Marquis Hermanlik stared at this little guy with wide eyes in disbelief.

When nobles go on expeditions and businessmen go out to do business, when there is no one at home, they often entrust their industries to trusted people or temples to manage them. Of course, this escrow is not free, and they can get 5% of the profits generated during the management period as compensation.

As the shepherds of the gods, racking their brains to grab the various temples of the faith is naturally the best choice. What the gods want is the faith of the Lamb. Losing faith for money is a small loss and will be punished by God.

Of course, as the temple of Party B, you still have to make a little money to maintain daily expenses, and since Party B has helped Party A to increase profits, Party A will naturally believe in Party A's **** more.

Therefore, the first batch of professional managers in the world were all priests of the temple.

There are even many nobles who feel that their business is not smart enough, or they are greedy for comfort, or focus on politics and military affairs. They simply hand over their territory to the professional managers of the temple, and then take annuity in cities such as the royal capital. Comfortable life.

In order to prevent the industry from being hacked, it is common to ask two professional managers to supervise each other at a time.

Therefore, in addition to the three temples, Charles has found two kingships, the tribal senate of the orcs in the north and the kingdom of Biberah next to him to check the divine power.

Charles checks and balances each other in this way. The five professional managers are both Party B and supervisor. Although they pay a quarter of the profits at once, they can ensure that their industry will not be bitten by those red-eyed jackals. Maybe Profits can also be expanded with their help.

Marquis Hermanlik looked at Charles with a dark face, not knowing what to say for a while. He also thought that Charles would find someone to help manage his property, and he was also prepared to propose himself after the funeral, but he was caught off guard.

Because the current Party B has the own boss of Marquis Hermanlik from the Kingdom of Biberach, the branch office can't be **** the meat of the head office. Although he and the king are the three big irons in life, if he dares to touch the president's money, he will wait for the president's secret knife to cut the meat.

Not far away, Thomas Cromwell couldn't help but nodded when he saw his cousin's performance. Although the two families didn't know each other for a long time, he was still very satisfied with Charles' performance.

Charles' proposal was put forward last night, and it was quickly approved by the representatives of the three temples.

At dinner last night, Charles went to the dining room with the help of Elizabeth.

In the church for a while now, only Sister St. Angel was there, and the other priests went out to preach during this summer leisure season. If it wasn't for Charles' eighth birthday this year, she would have gone to the northern wasteland to practice medicine and preach.

"Thanks to the God of Fire for giving fire to the world, so that the world can enjoy the food purified by fire."

In the church dedicated to the God of Light, he heard the prayers of the believers of the God of Fire before meals. This situation made Charles stunned for a while. Then he looked at the Holy Maiden of the Temple of Life on the side. Among the three people with religious identities, she did not pray before meals.

"The **** of life teaches us not to waste food, not to let life go to waste, that is to pay homage to God." Elizabeth said to Charles.

All the gods have oracles such as "I and other gods are brothers and sisters, so my followers and other gods are also brothers and sisters", so although the believers of the gods use their own means for performance, they still have a relationship with friends and businessmen. Still a group of peace. Charles was speechless at this world of harmony and love among the gods.

After the meal, Aunt Pomegranate, who came to take care of Charles as soon as he heard that he woke up, took away the empty dinner plate and returned to the kitchen after serving a large pot of tea to everyone.

St. Angela's life has always been simple, so the tea in the church is also cheap tea, and it is no exception when the Pope comes.

But the people present didn't care about it. Sister Catherine wasn't one for enjoyment either. She used to sleep a lot when she was a battle nun.

Elizabeth was as indifferent to it as she had followed the caravan for decades.

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Charles' face.

In the afternoon, Aunt Pomegranate helped to remove all the bandages on his body. The injuries elsewhere on his body have basically recovered, but something was missing on his face after he was smeared by something.

Seeing that his originally handsome face in the mirror had turned into a two-hole socket at the position of his nose, Charles wanted to cry without tears.

Mammy St. Angel took out a cloth bag and put it in front of Charles, and said, "Mammy is old, and there is no way to restore your nose. Wear this mask to block it first, and I will write a letter to bring it to you later. Go to the Pope, he will give me a face and find someone to help you get your nose back."

Then she sighed and continued, "It's not good if you don't accept your old age. When you're young, it's like playing with ears and noses."

"Thank you Mammy." Charles stood up and bowed to Mammy St. Angel.

At this time, Elizabeth, who was sitting beside Charles, said to Charles, "It doesn't matter, you and I will go back, and my share of the fountain of life will be used for you. Not only can the nose be restored, but the dark wounds left on the body can also be healed."

After Elizabeth finished speaking, Sister St. Angel and Sister Catherine couldn't help taking a breath. The Fountain of Life in the legend of the elves is a very precious and powerful healing medicine. The healing potions made from the Fountain of Life, which are mixed with unknown amounts of water and diluted by many times, have always been the fist commodities for the elves to earn foreign exchange.

Charles didn't know that he finally enjoyed a round of protagonist treatment. Just when he was about to thank him, Elizabeth stopped him, "You don't need to thank me. If my mother knew that I didn't take good care of you, she would definitely beat me."

A few people around pretended not to hear what she said.

Then Elizabeth went on to ask: "Do you have any idea of ​​how the road will go in the future?"

Charles was silent for a while, then took a deep breath and said, "Sister Elizabeth, can you be my master?"

The air in the restaurant suddenly quieted down.

In this world, "master-disciple" and "teacher-student" are different concepts. Teachers and students are more like an employment relationship, and students pay for the teacher's knowledge. On the other hand, the master is "a teacher for a day and a father for a lifetime", and there is a layer of family affection between the disciple and the master.

Charles didn't dare to breathe, and looked firmly at Elizabeth's deep and bright eyes.

After being surprised at first, Elizabeth carefully looked at Charles, who had just turned eight years old, for the first time with scrutiny.

"Why me?" Elizabeth asked.

At this moment, she made up her mind that if Charles' reason was her identity, then she would resolutely reject him.

"Last spring, Mila and Cynthia followed the maple syrup collectors into the maple forest." Charles said calmly, not caring about the pressure the other party put on him, "That night, we were defeated and then expelled. The wolf king who came out of the wasteland."

"That wolf king is not something we can resist at all. Just when we were about to become food, you appeared."

Although Charles said it lightly at the moment, he only held a dagger and protected Mila and Cynthia, who were terrified, behind him. Less than two meters in front of him stood a giant wolf with a shoulder height comparable to Liuzhou Wuling.

If he hadn't died once, so he looked down on life and death, he would have been so frightened that he would have fallen to the ground, instead of standing still, making direct contact with the wolf's eyes, staring at the other party and not moving away, and holding on as long as he could, in order to Die with dignity.

"You were like the silver moonlight descending from the sky, and the full moon-like scimitar cut off the wolf's head like silver lightning. At that moment, you were like a Valkyrie descending from the moon in my heart."

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Cromwell, who was drinking tea, spat out the tea with a "pop", interrupting Charles's valiant flattery to Elizabeth. The two aunties across the table had expressions of kindness and smiles on their faces, looking at Charles quietly.

At this time, Elizabeth's face blushed, and then returned to normal in an instant. She stretched out her right hand, poked Charles' forehead with her finger, and said angrily, "What are you talking about."

At this time, St. Angel's Mother explained to the confused Charles: "Elves only use the moon and moonlight to describe each other when they propose marriage and love each other."

Now Charles is stunned, he doesn't know about this. Elizabeth's hair is usually the same color as the moonlight, and there are many examples of using the moon as an essay in China since ancient times, so he used it like this. As a result, it was an oolong because of cultural differences. You said I was just going to brag about how good you are and how you can fight, how could this become a marriage proposal?

Fortunately, none of the people present took the oolong made by an eight-year-old child seriously, which made Charles relieved.

"I just want to use my power to get revenge," Charles said.

Elizabeth looked into Charles' eyes, revealing a firm look from his eyes. She said to Charles: "Although I have taught some human students, I have never taught my apprentices."

"But I can give you a chance. In the rest of this year, I will teach you as a teacher. If you can satisfy me during the period, then I will accept you as a disciple."

Charles stood up immediately, gave Elizabeth a student salute, and shouted, "Teacher!"

Then he ran to the kitchen and said to Aunt Pomegranate: "Aunt Pomegranate, you go to the workshop and get three slimes back, one will be made into slime jelly, one will be made into slime pudding, and the other will be made into slime pudding. Slime egg tart, this is the welcome gift I want to give to the teacher!"

Aunt Pomegranate agreed and left through the side door of the kitchen. Charles returned to his seat.

At this time, Elizabeth put down the empty teacup in her hand, and Charles said to her and the two maids across the table, "There are no idle people waiting around. Let me tell you about the arrangements for my family's property in the future."

"I need a few families to help me manage the McGarden family property while I'm away."

Then, according to the model of the five permanent members of the United Nations, especially the introduction of the one-vote veto system, Charles put forward his ideas to everyone. and business policies for the foreseeable future.

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