One thousand two hundred and thirty-four: gifts, stepping on people
In the background information, he is an orphan who has been practicing hard for many years and wants to become an official and powerful exorcist.
It's not for justice, nor is it to eliminate demons and protect the world. But to... make money, make money, make money.
Well, it’s a charming and charming design.
As for his 'internal strength', it is classified as a gift, and he once met a traveling exorcist by chance, who taught him a training method.
It can be seen from this that the Exorcist has a method that can increase strength, speed, and even combat effectiveness to an inhuman level.
"This is for you." Kelly took out a metal box from the bar drawer and handed it to him, smiling and saying, "Open it and take a look? I hope you like it."
Yan Wan put down the wine glass, glanced at her suspiciously, and gently opened the box amid Kelly's expectant smile.
This is a gun. To be precise... it should be a rare semi-automatic pistol in this era. The caliber is one-third larger than the standard model.
This thing is probably made from blueprints obtained from smugglers, and then specially designed by someone.
The pistol is also engraved with a line of golden letters: slaughter.
Translated in Chinese, it should mean massacre and killing.
"Not bad, doesn't it cost a lot?" Yan Wan weighed the gun and took a look: "I just need a handy weapon. Thank you very much for your gift. I like it very much."
Kelly's big eyes curved into crescent moons with her smile: "Just like it, I wish you a pleasant journey."
"Oh ho"
At this time, a harsh drake voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Look, everyone, our goddess actually gave a gift, and it's the little bastard Yan Wan..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the remaining words turned into inarticulate screams.
Yan Wan raised his foot expressionlessly and stepped on his face gently. The blood on the ground reflected a magnificent luster under the dim light.
"Karai, no one told you that your voice is ugly?"
He lowered his head, and under his long eyelashes, a pair of eyes that were different from ordinary people shone with an inhuman coldness: "There is a saying that is right, the best way to deal with bed bugs is to crush them to death."
"Yan Wan" Kelly touched his arm worriedly and whispered: "What happened to you today? You usually just laugh it off and don't care about this."
"Now, I don't care."
Yan Wan grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. He knocked his heel, and with two crisp, scalp-numbing sounds of bone cracking, one of Karai's hands was trampled into pulp.
Blood-red minced meat, mixed with white bone stubble, stuck to the floor like soft mud. The bloody scene, coupled with his calm and indifferent expression, made people feel a chill from the heart for no reason.
"Okay Kelly, thank you for the gift."
Yan Wan picked up the gun, kicked it on his waist, smiled at her, lowered his head and said to Kalai, "Can you please pay for the drink for me?"
Karai covered his arms and swallowed, his face full of fear and fear, which was in sharp contrast to his arrogant performance just now. Hearing Yan Wan's words, he nodded hastily: "Okay, okay."
He trusted his instincts...if he didn't nod, the next situation would be more dangerous.
Not only him, but other guests also fell into silence. He looked at Yan Wan with a slight awe and avoidance, not daring to look at him.
"I'm leaving first." Yan Wan waved to Kelly and strode out of the tavern.
Only then did the guests suddenly remember that the little guy who used to work in the tavern and kept smiling in front of them was now a burly adult.
Moreover... Yan Wan still has to take the exorcist exam.
No matter in every aspect, Yan Wan is no longer an ordinary person.
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Yan Wan left the tavern, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked back meaningfully at the tavern, with an elusive smile in his eyes.
Kelly is no ordinary person.
After opening the yin and yang eyes, Yan Huan saw a emblem between Kaili's eyebrows. He was familiar with this emblem, it was the symbol of the demon lord, Carlalto Murphy.
But now this emblem has not only dimmed, but also has a ferocious scratch in the middle. It seemed to have been forcibly destroyed.
In addition, Kelly's two little horns hidden in her hair also showed her true identity...a succubus.
"Maybe it's some remnant forces left over from Murphy's previous failed attack on the human world." Yan Huan squinted his eyes, thinking about this all the time.
However, it has nothing to do with him now.
Yan Wan's main goal now is to become an official exorcist and sneak into the exorcist union.
station.
He held the thin ticket in his hand and looked at the scene in front of him with some emotion, which he could only see in books and movies in the past.
This is an era in which extraordinary beings flourish, and it is also an era in which industry begins and science and technology sprout. In front of him was a steam train.
"I wonder if the inventor of this thing is Watt." Yan Wan tightened his clothes and followed the crowd onto the train.
After ten minutes of waiting, accompanied by a long and piercing whistle, the train finally started and slowly drove out towards its destination.
Opposite Yan Wan, sat a girl with brown and red curly hair who looked like a western cowboy. She had blue eyes, a leather jacket, and something bulging around her waist. Is it maybe a pistol?
However, the world is so chaotic and there is no ban on guns. It is normal to carry self-defense weapons when you go out. Yan Wan didn't pay too much attention, he just glanced at her for a moment and stopped paying attention.
"Your weapons are beautiful."
Perhaps noticing Yan Wan's gaze, the girl raised her head and looked at Yan Wan. Her attention was gradually attracted by the long sword in his arms, and there was a hint of splendor in her eyes: "Hello, I'm looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. ｃcom My name is Vivian.”
"Yeah." Yan Wang nodded slightly, opened his eyelids lazily, and twitched the corners of his mouth in response.
Vivian seemed to be interested in him and stared at him with her chin raised: "Looking at your dress, are you going to take the exorcist assessment?"
"No." Yan grinned and denied concisely.
He had no interest in striking up a conversation with the other party. He was always thinking about how to perform this drama well and get as many benefits as possible.
How to open the gates of hell? Exorcists, hell, heaven, the Holy See, these complex and secretive organizations, how to destroy them?
Until now, he only had a general idea of all this, but he was still confused about the details.
Unexpectedly, his indolence aroused Vivian's curiosity. "Then you must be an official exorcist?"