I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages Chapter 206: Jerky tearing


"Hint: Your servant Diana killed a pirate"

"You gained 2 XP"

"Hint: Your servant Diana killed a Sea Wolf Knight"

"You have received 50 honor points and ocean personality fragments * 1"

on the data bar.

Lines of information are swiped continuously.

"It seems that today's sea training is also very effective."

Come back to your senses.

Roger has followed the freckled girl two blocks.

The girl is very skilled.

Consciousness is top notch.

Every dozen or so steps, she would suddenly turn around to see if anyone was following her.

If it weren't for "The Unseen Guest", it had its own invisibility effect.

With Roger's tracking skills, I'm afraid it would have been discovered long ago.

"This is not a place for hands-on..."

I looked at the flow of people coming and going around.

Roger froze.

Continue to follow.

Anyway, from the **** contract, he can perceive the state of Sandy.

With this mysterious "equipment manager" there, the contents of the tinder bag cannot be lost.

Maybe I can take the opportunity to force out some details of Sandy.

Now.

The two travel in tandem through the bustling downtown area.

The girl's robbery became more daring.

She stole five or six people in one go.

The stolen person is either rich or expensive.

And they are all high-level adventurers.

Here it is.

Her stealing skills have reached the point of perfection.

Immediately after.

She came to the market.

When passing by the booth.

Her hands were also particularly dirty, and she stole a lot of food or goods along the way.

in the process.

Roger recognizes her storage.

It was a slender black rope that she tied around her wrist in her sleeve.

She's too quick.

Most things are fleeting.

By the time the stall owner noticed, the girl was already far away.

After leaving the market.

She quickened her pace and came to the western depression of Sea Beast Bay.

Compared with the bustling business district.

This place is like a slum.

Messy, dirty, stinky.

In the low shacks, all kinds of people live.

Homeless orphans.

Elderly people who have lost their ability to work.

A businessman who went bankrupt due to a shipwreck.

The fisherman who lost his boat.

There are also seriously ill patients.

Roger just got close.

I felt a deadly breath blowing my face.

Those people's eyes were filled with numbness.

There is no hope.

But when the freckled girl appears.

The eyes of those who saw her gradually became brighter.

Someone can't help but want to lean over.

But soon he forcibly restrained his movements.

As if they didn't know her, they turned and went back to their shack.

The girl walked briskly through the shacks.

She quickly distributed the stolen food, medicine, and goods to the people living in the shacks.

In the face of people's whispered gratitude.

She just showed a happy smile.

That smile seemed to have a wonderful contagion.

The people she helped couldn't help laughing along.

Gradually.

The atmosphere in the slum begins to lighten up.

Children run down the streets with orange candy.

The old people talked vigorously about the past maritime situation.

A fisherman and a businessman discuss how to make a comeback.

Even the bedridden.

I can get up and take two steps to soak up the long-lost sunshine.

Finally.

The girl walks into an old abandoned church with a smile on her face.

The deity worshipped in the church is the **** Quinan.

But like the rest of Quinan's mission.

This place has long since fallen into disrepair.

Behind the creaking wooden door.

A group of older teenagers gathered around.

"Sister Betty!"

"What's there to eat today?"

"You promised to teach us the craft!"

"You also promised us..."

They surrounded the freckled girl in the center, and they all shouted.

Several of the boys were acting vaguely out of line.

But the girl didn't care.

She still smiled and took out a large amount of food from the storage device and distributed it to the teenagers.

The teenagers were obviously hungry too.

Got food.

They gobble up one by one.

But even so.

Their eyes have been swirling around the girl.

That look is very complicated:

Hope.

Worship.

Adore.

Also mixed with a little bit of greed.

In the old church.

The sound of chewing is incessant.

The girl seemed a little tired.

She sits cross-legged on the worship bench, her short skirt languidly above her knees, attracting the veiled gaze.

"Eat slowly."

"I will never break my promise to you."

It seems to feel the eyes of the teenagers.

Betty said softly.

The teenagers were relieved and slowed down the pace of eating.

But at this time.

The creaking wooden door was pushed open by a hand.

Immediately after.

A ghost suddenly strikes.

He ignored the girl sitting cross-legged.

Rush to the boys who are eating!

"Hint: You used 'Small Grapple'"

Roger is fast.

He picked up the nearest teenager upside down.

Then a kick-ass punch hit the boy's stomach!

"Wow!"

The brown bread he had just swallowed was spit out mixed with gastric juices.

Next second.

Roger released his hand and rushed to the next person.

Clap clap clap clap!

A series of punches sounded.

In the blink of an eye.

The old church was wailing.

A dozen teenagers all fell to the ground.

Brown bread, noodles, oranges, jerky...

There are all kinds of vomit everywhere.

I ignored the angry gazes of the teenagers.

Next second.

Roger turned to look at the girl and asked calmly:

"My bag."

On the bench.

Betty looked at him silently.

I don't know when.

She is playing with the palm-sized "tinder bag" with her left hand, and her big eyes are full of doubts:

"Why should I return the bag I stole with my ability?"

"And..."

"You don't think you'll save their lives by preventing them from eating today's food?"

"Before you came, the whole slum had eaten my food for a whole week."

Speaking of which.

She suddenly chuckled:

"I'm so kind."

"Without the food I provide, some people might not be alive today."

"You want me to say..."

Her voice came to a sudden stop.

Because at this time.

Suddenly, two big hands grabbed her legs silently!

Her ankles, calves, and part of her thighs were firmly grasped by large hands.

Immediately after.

Roger's hands are pulled outward at the same time!

The two floating cloud palms also made similar movements.

With a stab.

The girl's dress shatters.

Next second.

She was torn in two like this!

Because the right hand is always stronger than the left.

So the torn shape is not very complete.

The cleft of the corpse slanted from the right side of the thigh to the upper left side.

In the end, her head was also torn to the right side.

A tick of blood falls on the floor.

The teenagers watched this scene in horror.

But suddenly.

They noticed a change in the vomit on the floor:

The bread turns into a sharp stone.

The noodles turned into clumps of mercury.

The jerky has become a poisonous needle!

Severe pain rushed to their foreheads.

In an instant.

It seems like there are 10,000 bugs tearing their stomachs, hearts and lungs!

"Sister Betty..."

A boy cried out in pain.

"What a rough guy."

"No way."

"It can only be harvested in advance..."

"Pure pain is really tasteless, only the severe pain that comes after the disillusionment of hope is the sweetest..."

Betty's voice came from all directions.

"The lackey of the sea snake..."

"I will make you taste the pain of the extreme."

"But before that."

"I will let you taste the bliss of the world."

Talking room.

Her torn corpse was pulled back together by a powerful force.

Under the light of divine magic.

'Betty' adjusted her face with her hands and looked at Roger:

"What do you think?"

In response to her.

Another sudden tear!

Cloud Palm!

This time.

Roger deliberately exerted a little more force with his left hand.

But it seemed to be torn off again accidentally, this time the head fell on the left half.

on the data bar.

"Hint: You tore apart the 'Girl of Pain' avatar"

"Failed two perfect tears in a row, you get a new milestone - jerky tear"

"Jerky tear: No matter what you tear, the force must be balanced"

"Corresponding title: Pioneer of asymmetric behavior (art knowledge +40; obsessive-compulsive disorder patient favorability -10)"

"Extraordinary Perception: You perceive that the girl in pain is starting to become very unhappy"

"It's okay to be unhappy."

Take advantage of the floating cloud palm to make another contribution.

Roger jumped up suddenly, took out the phantom axe with his backhand, and slashed at the girl's head with a forceful slash!

Pop!

The girl's head was chopped to pieces.

But with the support of the powerful "Higher Restoration".

Her torn body still shows signs of continuing to reorganize.

"You can't kill me!"

the blurred head snapped.

The next moment.

Roger silently raised the axe in his hand, glanced at the tinder bag lying aside, and replied rarely:

"From the moment I stole my bag."

"You're dead."

"It's just not buried yet."

"Now I'll bury it for you."

Next second.

The phantom-like axe slashed one after another.

In an instant.

He chopped the shattered head into a lump of flesh!

In the old church.

Blood splashes.

The teenagers who had just recovered from the pain saw this scene.

I couldn't help but start retching again.

Sea Beast Bay.

Central.

In a towering and tall castle.

A knight in a blue-feather helm hurries through the outposts.

Came to an open and bright office.

"A warning from the Sea Snake Church!"

"A clone of a famous evil ascendant has taken control of the slums in the west!"

The knight reported hastily:

"I have let the samurai in the clan go first."

In the office.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face slowly stood up:

"I'm afraid that is the only one who can be specially warned by the Sea Snake Church?"

"The Queen's nemesis... The Maiden of Pain."

The knight nodded:

"Should be."

"Inform Gureyfus, Carey, and Monica to bring 'Quenan's Spear,' so they must be careful. "

The old man solemnly commanded.

"Yes."

The knight left the room in a hurry.

The old man stood silently outside the floor-to-ceiling window~IndoMTL.com~, looking at the towering statue of the God of War on the Temple of Quinan.

"Quinan God..."

He muttered half a sentence.

Subsequent statements become ambiguous.

Half an hour later.

Outside the old church.

A well-armed, battle-dressed warrior rushes in like a tide.

They surrounded the place with water.

After the queue is complete.

The neighborhood of the old church fell silent for a moment.

Indistinctly.

They heard voices from the church:

"It hurts! Stop it!"

It was the girl's scolding voice.

"Puff puff!"

It was a rhythmic sound of unknown origin.

Next second.

The expressions of the warriors suddenly became wonderful.

"Open the door."

The leader of the team said solemnly.

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