Film and TV: Starting from Transforming into a Female Killer

"I see. "

Alfeia retracted the soul into the box and returned to the attic with the box.

Before going up the stairs, she turned around and whispered, "Don't keep me waiting too long......

Although the voice was very small, Wang ~ Yue did hear it.

It's not easy for her to say something like that, with an indifferent temperament.

Hehe.

"I'll go and go back quickly. "

“...... Well. "

Early the next morning, Wang Yue came to the post station in the city and boarded a carriage.

Most of the carriages were for merchants or to visit their families.

There were 8 people in the car.

Counting Wang Yue, there are three men, and the other five are women.

The carriage leaves Eulari.

The women in the car began to chat, and after a while, they were smiling and getting acquainted with each other.

Maybe it's because they are in a similar situation and have a lot in common, and most of them talk about family.

Wang Yue turned his head and looked at Ou Lali, who was gradually getting smaller in his field of vision, and sighed in his heart as if he had returned to the time when he first came to Ou Lali.

He was struck by the grandeur and magnificence of the city, and his mood was immensely excited.

And now, what he feels is a sense of attachment and reluctance to leave home.

Especially after the Great Protest.

His sense of belonging to Olari is much stronger.

After the carriage had been driving for a while, and when she turned back and couldn't see Olalie, Wang Yue took out a drawing board from her luggage, then sandwiched a piece of paper and began to draw lines on the paper.

A young man dressed as a merchant next to him asked curiously after seeing his movements, "Are you a painter?"

Wang Yue turned his head and smiled at him, then raised the drawing board in his hand and showed the messy lines to the other party.

"No, I'm not yet. "

"Oh, you're learning. "

"Sort of. "

Wang Yue talked with the people in the carriage casually, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

After two hours, he was able to accurately outline the object.

It's evening.

There are already many sketching objects on his drawing paper, such as apples, combs, bottles, rings, etc.

The carriage stopped on the side of the road, leaning against a large tree, and the horses took the opportunity to rest and eat the weeds on the side of the road.

The coachman took out the cauldron, set up a suggested stone stove, and began to start the fire.

It's just that the grass is a little wet, and it's hard to light a fire.

Seeing this, Wang Yue said to the coachman: "I'll leave the fire to me, can you bring the ingredients down?"

"Oh, good. "

The coachman put the flint in Wang Yue's hand with a relieved expression.

After Wang Yue left, he pretended to shoot the flint, but in fact he used the ghost path to create a fire.

When the flame ignited, the moisture in those moist branches was quickly evaporated and began to crackle.

Hearing this, the coachman turned his head in surprise.

"Ignited the fire so quickly, Mr. Frieza, you are amazing. "

The brows of the people who had begun to get agitated because the fire had not been ignited for a long time also relaxed.

With the fire source, everyone leaned over and sat in a circle.

Frieza is his pseudonym.

After all, Hephaestus's demon knife is famous.

He wasn't sure how widely it had spread.

So a fake identity is used.

For this reason, he also specially dyed his black hair white.

As for why it's white.

In short, it's because it's handsome, and there are no too many reasons.

The appearance of a handsome young man with black hair, coupled with the knife he carries, makes it easy for others to guess his true identity.

So this time he only wore a reverse stroke.

Lulune was responsible for transporting the rest of the knives to the royal city.

"I'm also a mercenary, and I'm still very skilled in this skill. "

Wang Yue said as he adapted to the identity of a mercenary.

During dinner, a woman asked him what big scenes he had seen as a mercenary.

So he took on the role of a bard and began to tell stories.

After dinner, I talked for an hour.

Because there was only one coachman.

At night, you need to sleep, rest, and recuperate.

He was just a mortal without grace, and it was impossible for him to go days without sleeping, and even if he could, the horse would need to rest and sleep.

At a speed of 50 kilometers a day, by noon on the fifth day after departure, the kingdom of Lakia finally appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Guest, the kingdom of Lakia has arrived, please walk the road ahead, otherwise the carriage will be inspected, and everyone will be interrogated. "

"Understood, thank you. "

Wang Yue nodded at the co-passengers in the carriage, and then jumped out of the carriage.

The Death Overlord costume was too conspicuous for him to wear.

At this time, he was wearing a white shirt, a beige waistcoat over it, a simple protective gear covering the knee of his right leg, half of his chest where his heart was, and his right shoulder, a linen cloak on the outside, and a woven bag on his back.

The only thing on his body that looked valuable was the slashing knife at his waist.

In order not to arouse the greed of others, he also deliberately did not sharpen the blade.

At this time, the body of the reverse knife was all notched, and the handle was also gray, looking like a blunt knife that was about to be broken.

No matter who it seems, he is a wandering mercenary.

Especially the protective gear, because of the constraints, many mercenaries have armor that pursues maximum functionality.

You don't need to protect your chest, as long as your heart doesn't penetrate, you can live.

The right arm should be protected to prevent injury from being able to hold the weapon.

Arriving at the city gate, Wang Yue found that it seemed to be in time for the "rush hour", when about twenty people gathered here, and they were queuing up for inspection.

Wang Yue walked to the end of the line, honestly waiting for his turn. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Ten minutes passed, and the team had only advanced a little.

Wang Yue was a little bored.

And just then, he felt a knock on the shoulder.

Look up.

He found that it was a group of several strong men, swaggering towards the city.

When the guards guarding the city saw that they were all respectful, they let them all in without inspection.

Wang Yue glanced behind one of them.

That coat of arms.

You can't go wrong.

"It's the Ares family. Wang Yue looked at it twice, and then withdrew his gaze.

Finally it was Wang Yue's turn.

The guards guarding the city looked at him and saw that he was in tatters, and had some contempt.

But when I saw the knife at his waist, I still asked a few more questions.

"Who are you, what are you doing in Rakia?"

"Wandering mercenaries, overnight, looking for work. "

"Mercenary?" the guard glanced at him a few times, and finally turned his gaze to the knife, "Pull out your sword and take a look." "

Wang Yue obediently pulled out the rebellion.

Well?

When the guard saw that the knife was in tatters, just like his master, he snorted coldly.

"Third-rate guys. "

His sarcasm Wang Yue turned a deaf ear, just put the knife back, and then took out the paintbrush and sheet music from the bag.

"I'm still a painter, and I know a little bit about playing. "

The guard couldn't read the score, but the things on the paper looked good, and he, a man who didn't understand art, thought he drew well.

So he said: "You thin guy, you better focus on painting than a mercenary, okay, let's go in." "。