Heroes of Silver Moon Chapter 223

"The real reason, of course, is to hone yourself," Simon replied with a chuckle, staring at the scrutiny of everyone.

After everyone listened to it, they all gave Simon a blank look, to hone themselves? Why don't you lie to ghosts?

Based on everyone's understanding of Simon, this guy never sits when he can lie down, never gets up if he doesn't sleep for twelve hours a day, and hone himself?

"Hey, hey, what's your attitude? I'm serious this time." Seeing the disbelief on everyone's faces, Simon argued again palely.

"Hehe", how could it be possible for others to believe Simon's weak explanation, so they put down the wine glasses in their hands, turned their heads and prepared to leave.

"Close the door and let the dogs go," Simon suddenly shouted nervously just as everyone was about to leave.

"Crack", the door of the banquet hall slammed shut, startling Guy and the others who were about to leave.

"Hmph, how naive." A beam of light suddenly lit up and shone on Simon. Simon lowered his head and said, hiding his face in the shadows.

"Um, Simon, who are you?" Seeing Simon's series of actions, everyone was speechless for a while, what is this guy doing!

"Hmph, naive, I've already said the words, can you still refuse?", Like a big villain behind the scenes, Simon said gloomyly.

"Um, Simon, are you alright!", looking at Simon who was "sick" again, everyone asked speechlessly.

"Hmph, not only am I fine, but I'm also fine." With the same gloomy voice, Simon slowly raised his head and stared at the crowd.

"Everyone, please voluntarily write down the application form for me to stay in school." Simon raised his hand lightly, and blank letters of paper floated in front of everyone.

"Hey, hello, what's the application for staying in school? Isn't the college closed during the long vacation?" Seeing the blank letter paper floating in front of them, everyone complained weakly.

"Hey, it seems that you are seriously ill this time!", squeezed his fist, Guy sighed softly, and then walked towards Simon sadly.

"Hmph, with all due respect, everyone sitting here is hot chicken," Simon said arrogantly, completely ignoring Guy's fist threat.

"Uh, but aren't you the only one sitting in this room?" Mike's rant sounded, instantly making the whole room quiet.

Guy and the others had already got up and were about to leave, that is to say, in this room now, Simon is indeed the only one still sitting.

"Ahem", coughed twice in embarrassment, and Simon said arrogantly again: "Hey, the first place in the School of Magic is here, and the losers don't come here to pay a visit."

"Hey, this man is completely crazy, let's tie him to the church!" Harris on the other side shook his head and walked towards Simon with his fists clenched.

"Hmph, naive", lowering his head again, Simon said again gloomyly: "Since I dare to say that, do you think I didn't consider your fists?"

"Um, so do you think that winning the first place in the Magic Academy can suppress all of us?" Hearing what Simon said, several other people also came up with their fists clenched.

"Hmph, although I can't suppress all of you", Simon planned to make a pass first, but he didn't expect to be caught by Guy next.

"Then today's beating is inevitable." Hearing that Simon couldn't suppress them, Guy also became arrogant.

"Hmph, stupid." After being choked by Guy, Simon seemed to be educating them, and said, "Don't you guys know that although there is usually a but behind?"

"Oh, then you'd better tell your but quickly, or I'm afraid that my fist will hit you in the face involuntarily." Thinking that Simon was still talking nonsense, Guy said with disbelief.

"Okay." Simon first put on a helpless expression, and then continued: "But, there are other people who can suppress you today. Where is my dog?"

"Boom", a powerful coercion suddenly appeared in the room, instantly bringing a sense of oppression to Gay and others who are warriors.

Even Mike and Deborah, who did not practice the profession of warriors, felt an untouchable aura in the house.

Cirillo put his hand on the hilt of his waist, unscrupulously releasing the coercion of a master warrior, and slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Um, Simon, who is this?" Guy asked with a twitch of his mouth when he saw the golden grudge on Cirillo's body.

Mad, a master-level fighter, even if all of them go together, they can't catch a single sword skill from others.

"Hmph, this is the consultant of our mercenary group, Dabuyeko &￥ski," Simon said with an obvious slur.

"Uh, do you dare to repeat this name again?" Hearing that Simon had obviously made up a name, black lines overflowed on everyone's forehead~www.mtlnovel.com~Of course", Simon was full of confidence Man nodded, and then said: "Dake Yeke, uh~, Corgi".

"Hey," Cirillo's forehead was full of blue veins. If it wasn't for Simon being the holy son of the church, he really wanted to slap Simon to death!

"Hello, young masters, you can call me Old Hound." Seeing that Simon was about to open his mouth, Cirillo quickly said, "In the next few days, I will be responsible for escorting everyone's mercenary tour."

"The specific situation is like this. In order to make the work of the mercenary group go smoothly, and to make everyone's parents feel at ease, everyone should sign this application for voluntary stay in school!

Don't worry, everyone, this is purely voluntary, and I don't have any intention of coercing you."

Simon patted his chest and promised.

"Um, what if we?" Guy hadn't finished asking, and Cirillo released a stronger coercion.

An invisible storm raged in the house, making everyone feel frightened.

"Huh? Cousin Guy, did you just say something?" Simon asked, scratching his nails.

"No, I don't have any comments," Guy spontaneously began to compile the reasons why a group of them would not go home for a long vacation on the envelope.

The cold wind howled, and several carriages were walking on the streets of the capital. The carriages looked a bit worn out, but the badges carved on their bodies showed that they were noble carriages.

These seemingly contradictory carriages attracted the attention of other people on the street.

"Knight Xavier, I told you that the prosperity of the capital is more than ten times that of Dougherty City. You still don't believe me! You must have seen it with your own eyes!"

The coachman in a carriage muttered to the old knight following the convoy.

Chapter end

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