A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 8 Quinn
The man stood there, like a bolt of lightning illuminating a dark cloud.

The goblins' footsteps were getting farther and farther away as they fled, completely panicking and at a loss as to where to go.

Those ferocious goblins that had been terrorizing them for two days were driven away just like that?

Xia Dai'er blinked, as if she saw the legendary adventurers in her childhood fairy tales walking out of the stories.

Qin Chuan picked up the weapon on the ground and threw it to Catherine.

"Can you lift it?"

"Uh, oh." Catherine was stunned. She felt that her fever was rising. Is this guy so powerful?

If he was a robber and wanted to harm himself and the lady, it seems that he would not have to act out this to deceive others.

Qin Chuan waved his hand and said, "The goblins just dropped a lot of things. See if there's anything you can use."

Katrin was still hesitating, but Xia Daier walked up to him first and asked in a sweet voice, "How did you do it?"

"what?"

"Goblin, how did you drive them away?" Xia Dai'er stared at him curiously, as if trying to find any clues of a master in Qin Chuan's thin upper body.

Of course Qin Chuan would not say that it was planned in advance.

"This is internal power, internal power, Chinese Kung Fu. Specifically, it means that whether it is formed or not, it doesn't matter whether it is formed or not, thousands of moves and styles can be used in one breath..."

"Ha." Xia Dai'er had an expression that said, 'Who would understand what you are saying?'

"I don't understand, can you teach me?"

"No chance. Kung Fu must be practiced from a young age."

"I'm only sixteen."

The girl performed a standard skirt-lifting ceremony and then extended her dirty hands. "My name is Xia Dai'er, Xia Dai'er Branson. Thank you for saving us."

Qin Chuan reached out and held it.

"You're welcome, it's just a coincidence."

"A gentleman wouldn't let a lady give her name alone, would he?" Xia Dai'er looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, my name is——"

Qin Chuan suddenly stopped.

My name is
What's my name?

The man stood there blankly, feeling like there was something wrong with his brain. He couldn't even remember his own name.
A chill came from the bottom of my heart and swept through my whole body.

He found that no matter how hard he tried to recall, he couldn't remember the name.

He has had an excellent memory since childhood. He can even recall the details of every class in elementary school, the content of the teacher's call on him to answer questions, and even the teacher's satisfied expression. But the only thing he can't remember is the name the teacher called when asking questions.

It was as if a gap had been left in his memory, as if a keystroke had been deleted from the file, erasing his "name" from his mind. Yet, he clearly remembered introducing himself to the Demon King not long ago.
The man suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called out the system—

"System, what is the price for future reminders?"

[Querying.]

[Query completed: You have paid the system 'name'.]

ha?
The man stood there blankly, his expression as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

He cursed all eighteen generations of the Demon King's ancestors in his heart, and wished he could immediately remove the system from his mind.

What kind of system is this? You really hurt people a lot, you b system
Can something like a 'name' be paid for?
He once watched an animation called "Yuuki Yuna is a Hero". Every time the beautiful girl in the animation used the power of the hero, she would lose a body function as a price: voice, taste, hands and feet... until she was reduced to a mutilated state.

The man couldn't help but feel scared. He finally understood what the system meant by "randomly charging a price". It was better to forget the name than to lose his hands and feet.
But what if there is a next time? What will be charged next time?
This reminder function cannot be used indiscriminately.

No, you won’t need to do that anymore!
"Well," Xia Dai'er said in a flustered voice, "If you keep shaking my hand, I'll charge you."

The man then realized that he had been holding the girl's hand, like a perverted fan who bought a handshake ticket for his idol and was reluctant to let go.

"Sorry, sorry." He quickly let go, "My name is uh-"

The man thought for two or three seconds. "You can call me Quinn."

Although the man has forgotten his name, he still remembers the nickname or online name he used on Earth.

[Quinn] is his favorite game ID, and netizens also call him that, which he is quite used to.

"Quinn." Xia Dai'er played with her hair, her eyes fixed on her toes. "I remember."

On the other side, Catherine picked up a cloth bag on the ground with surprise.

"Here's some food: our caravan's bacon and dried meat! And some water. Goddess, this is enough for us to eat for three days!"

Quinn squatted down with a smile, and together with Katrin, he picked up the supplies that the goblins had dropped during their "hasty escape." "Then all that's left is to escape. So, do you agree to go with us?"

Katrin tightened her grip on the sword.

"...until Ashville. Let me be clear, I don't believe you, but if it's true, the Branson family will repay this favor once we return to Ashville."

"Then I'll give you more advice."

At dusk, the rain was still falling.

In the dense forest where the shadows of the trees blocked out the sun, the guards of the Church of Light, wearing mithril armor, surrounded a cave entrance covered by rocks.

Inside the cave, the goblins' screams had subsided.

They were holding torches anointed with holy oil, and the highest-ranking priest of the Holy See stationed in Luoao led the team personally. All the elite troops stationed in the Kingdom of Luoao crossed the border and marched quickly for half a day before arriving here.

Raindrops hit the branches and the ground with a crackling sound, and the world was as white as if it was covered by a filter.

It had been a clear, cloudless morning, but with a boom of thunder, a dark cloud enveloped an area of ​​a hundred miles without warning. Looking down from above, the cave was the center of the cloud. The sunlit world suddenly darkened. The sound of the torrential rain was like the beating of drums, the wind trembled violently, and an ominous atmosphere filled the air.

Two priests in white cloaks stood in front of the small building, their hoods covering their faces. No rain fell on the place where they stood, as if they were blessed by God.

The person on the left took out a bronze compass and silently chanted a prayer. The compass needle began to spin, faster and faster, until it finally exploded with a tremor, shattering into flying parts all over the ground.

".Divination is impossible. There is an extremely high level of mysterious interference in reality."

What came out from the cloak was a clear and beautiful female voice, like the cry of a cuckoo.

"This rainstorm was caused by the goblins in the cave?" Her tone was full of doubt. "How is it possible?"

At this moment, a priest holding a bloodstained sword walked out of the cave. He said indifferently, "There are only goblins in the cave. Besides that, there are some bones left. They have been sacrificed."

The two waiting people looked at each other and asked, "Sacrifice?"

These three people are all priests of the Church of Light, with different seniority and were originally stationed in different churches.

"The goblins of this tribe held a prayer ceremony today."

"It can't be just a prayer ceremony—" the priestess was the first to deny, "Did you miss something? How could a mere goblin prayer ceremony cause such a strange phenomenon in the sky and earth?"

"The prayer ceremony is merely a medium." The priest thrust his sword into the rain, letting the water wash away the bloodstains on the blade. "What the ritual can bring depends on whether the Demon King responds. I believe something descended during that ritual."

"Demon?"

"Who knows? If it's the demons, it'll be troublesome." He shook the rain off the sword and sheathed it. "But if it's not the demons, the trouble will be even greater."

Priestess stared at the shattered compass parts on the ground and asked solemnly, "No clues at all?"

"Not really. Judging from the remains of the sacrificed people, they belonged to a wealthy merchant family in Eswell City. I remember their name was Branson?"

"There are some fresh bloodstains in the cave, extending from a dark room where people were once imprisoned all the way to the cave entrance. They are intermittent, and there are more than one footprints. A seriously injured human must have escaped with his companions. But it's raining after all, so it's difficult to follow them after they leave the cave."

Another priest asked, "Where do you think he might have gone?"

The sword-wielding priest sighed.

"Aishwell, there's trouble on the academy's territory. Report it to the Pope. They probably won't have time to enter the city. See if we can block them."

The three of them bowed their heads at the same time and prayed in unison:

"—Praise the sun."

(End of this chapter)