Regarding the relationship between siblings, perhaps these two are the best mentors.

However, the chances of these two people with the same surname being mistaken for being a couple seem to be higher than those of brother and sister...

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"Ahhh, can't you tell me?"

"Sorry, no." Because the other party's remarks and behaviors will only be even more strange, so it's better to let the other party not know.

"It's so too much, keep it secret from me..."

“…”

Even though I said so, I don’t care about it from the light’s expression.

"So…"

"It's him, the 'guardian' of this place."

While Guang was about to say something else, a rude voice suddenly came from the front of the street.

However, the owner of this voice is a pretty beautiful British mature woman, nicknamed as a wine glass.

"It's the 'mothering and chanting chanting', not the wine glass..."

Ignoring the other party's rebuttal, Makoto just looked at another person he didn't know.

It seems that a boy under ten years old is wearing a long-sleeved hooded jacket and heavy trousers all over his body. In addition, the hood of the coat covers the entire head, only the lower half of the face and wrists are exposed. From it, a small part of the skin is light brown.

Only when the task is done, Cheng will wear such clothing that does not care about the temperature.

Of course, what is more worthy of attention is that there are two huge rod-like objects wrapped in bandages on his back, which are tall.

Anyway, he's a pretty weird person

"Hello."

"Ah...Hello."

The other person's words have a sense of vicissitudes.

The fact that you cannot use appearance to determine age is the basis.

"Ahhh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm a 'dressed rider' Kamsin... Just call me Kamsin."

"I'm the 'Non-Braining Ridge' Behemoth, just call me Behemoth."

The second voice came from the left wrist, of course the voice of the contract demon king.

"Makoto Tono."

"The fallen flowers are gone."

Next, a brief quietness was maintained, while observing and recalling.

"Historized rider!" When he clapped his hands, Makoto finally remembered the other party.

One of the oldest and strongest Fire Mist Warriors, now a tuner who handles the crime scene of his fellow countrymen.

"Ah! Then you are here to tune?"

The reason for using respect is not respect or age, but simply because there is finally a reason to rush the Fire Mist Warriors who stay here.

In just a short period of time, there are so many events that people can't stand it.

"Yes, the right person has been found, so just come and see my old friend, but..."

"It's okay, I can't help but win over people openly."

He completely ignored the murderous sight of another beauty and said his reasons.

"Ah...is it..."

"No need to worry about it, another guy who likes trouble is probably still training people in the snow mountain."

After only a few more conversations, the few people separated again.

"But there are really many scars on him... are there traces of memories?"

"Yes, I actually have a lot of them..."

"Hey? Where! Show me!"

"This part... seems to be burned by a dragon...or a doll."

"Hmm? Why is there a piece missing in the middle?"

Ring-shaped burn marks

"And this one was scratched by Alter Luqi."

"Why is it gone halfway?"

Halfway through claw prints

"And this is the sniper bullet pierces..."

“…Is there a wound that penetrates, but not a wound?”

"Uh, sorry, some of the bodies cannot keep scars..." I didn't pay attention to it, but now it's very strange to think about it.

“…”

"Sorry, I'm a monster..."

"Wow! Don't be hit suddenly!"

(That's all today...)
Chapter completed!