I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

"A job interview?"

Bartoshik couldn't help but laugh, "I never thought that at my age, I would have to go through an interview like a young person."

He seemed a bit younger than he was.

Mingxian nodded slightly and said, "Crossing the rift between worlds is an extremely arduous journey, and I cannot guarantee that you can endure it, so..."

He reached out to Barutosik, grabbed him, and transformed him into a steel badge.

He can be transformed directly into a weapon, but his spirit and soul can be preserved with the "Seal of Incarnation". Once they reach their destination, he can be transformed back into his original form.

bass!

The [Mysterious Maiden War Drum] from the sky flew back into Mingxian's body.

In an instant, the "ministers" who had been silent all over the world regained their right to speak freely.

Mingxian waved his hand, and a virtual window appeared. He randomly selected a woman...

Claudia is the one.

"Find some time to call my name out loud."

This message was sent.

Feeling that it wasn't foolproof, he sent another message to Ophelia.

"If I don't come back tomorrow, find some time to call my name loudly."

Having received the two women's reply, Mingxian immediately transformed into a gust of wind, passing through the crack in the world and heading towards World 235.

Not a Dragon Rider: Chapter 82, Twenty-Four Years Old, a Godslayer

This period of perceived duration lasted for twenty-seven days.

During this long journey, Mingxian felt like a light leaf, swaying leisurely in the gentle breeze, slowly moving towards the trajectory predetermined by fate.

He traversed the subtle cracks between layers of the world, as if he were in a flowing painting, colorful and delicate. After experiencing countless interplays of light and shadow, he arrived at the predetermined place.

During the tedious journey, Mingxian also made up her mind.

We must find someone in world 235 to act as the initiator for [Kongming Zhulan].

"It's not that I'm impatient, it's just that the long journey is so boring. It's like there are no trains, ships, or airplanes, and you can only rely on your own two feet to travel far. Just thinking about it makes me feel bored and tedious."

In a bar in Rome, Italy, Mingxian is complaining to a blond young man.

Mingxian didn't know the exact location either.

He estimated it was some kind of manor in Italy, where he discovered that there seemed to be a lot of psychics and knights gathered.

They are having a gathering at this bar right now.

It's probably a gathering place for magic societies.

Mingxian also joined in, deciding to randomly grab an unlucky guy and make him tell him the location of Marquis Voban.

Then, it turned into a gust of wind to find him.

It would be even better if we could find someone to act as the "starter".

The young man next to her had short, golden hair that shone with a warm Mediterranean glow in the sunlight, giving him a sunny and approachable air.

Her smile was as radiant as the summer sun, bathing everything around her in warmth.

He wore a classic Italian felt hat with the brim slightly upturned, giving him a carefree yet elegant look.

The hat was a deep sea blue, which contrasted sharply with his blond hair.

He was wearing a well-tailored white shirt made of soft, comfortable fabric that allowed his skin to breathe.

His shirt collar was slightly open, and he wasn't wearing a tie, but it perfectly showcased the elegance of his long, slender neck.

He wore a dark green silk suit jacket over his clothes, with gold buttons that shimmered with understated luxury, perfectly complementing his overall look.

The suit jacket was exquisitely designed, which not only showcased his physique but also gave him a strong sense of chivalry.

The lower body is a well-tailored pair of dark earth-toned trousers, which creates a good visual balance with the top.

The trousers are slightly tapered at the ankle, a design that not only makes him look taller but also adds dynamism and energy to the overall look.

A classic leather belt was worn around the waist, with a metal buckle that added a touch of luxury to the overall look.

Finally, he put on a pair of Italian handmade calfskin shoes, the uppers of which had been finely polished and gleamed with a soft sheen.

Clearly, this is a knight.

Among magicians in Italy, Spain, and other Southern European countries in World 235, the knight refers to the "Templar Knight".

Of course, the true Knights Templar that existed in history—the Poor Knights of Christ and Solomon's Temple—died in the early fourteenth century.

However, a small number of people still survived.

Some inherited their magic and martial arts skills, while others inherited their wealth.

These people, after all, consider themselves "knights," not just magicians, but superhumans who are skilled in martial arts and take pride in following the noble spirit of chivalry.

The blond youth nodded in deep agreement and said, "Brother, you're right. I also hate long and boring journeys. If it weren't for convenient things like trains and airplanes, I probably would never travel far from home in my entire life."

"That's not the case."

Mingxian shook his head and said to the bartender, "Just give me a glass of juice."

The bartender gave him a surprised look. "Juice? That's for kids."

“I’m still a minor, and my fiancée probably wouldn’t like coming home reeking of alcohol,” Mingxian said with a smile, showing no sign of embarrassment.

The bartender paused for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "You don't drink, yet you swaggered into this bar. You're underage but have a fiancée. Isn't that too contradictory?"

Mingxian said, "So what? My fiancée is a weirdo who claims she'll bring smiles to the whole world."

"Haha, that sounds impressive." The blond youth couldn't help but laugh. "With such a weirdo as your fiancée, you must be living a very happy life, unlike me, who gets pointed at and cursed by people wherever I go."

The bartender poured Mingxian a glass of wine. "You're joking. Who would dare to criticize you?"

"I was just scolded into wearing this outfit," the blond youth said nonchalantly.

Mingxian glanced at the young man's blond hair and laughed, "My fiancée is just like you, with beautiful blond hair and a slightly silly smile."

The two clinked glasses.

The young man chuckled and asked, "So, why did you come to Rome, brother?"

"You mean this..." Mingxian said in a relaxed tone, "I came to see my older brother, wanting to introduce someone to him and recommend him for a job at my brother's 'company,' or you could call it a company?"

"Understood, understood."

The blond youth nodded repeatedly, saying with deep agreement, "I've also been through that period, looking for work everywhere to support myself, and sometimes introducing jobs to others."

Mingxian said, "Good jobs are hard to find."

"Indeed, all I know is swordsmanship, so it's really hard to find a suitable job. Fortunately, things have become much easier now."

"I'm mostly not working, but luckily my fiancée and girlfriend are both quite wealthy."

"Fiancée, girlfriend." The young man was a little confused. "Isn't that the same person?"

Mingxian explained, "My fiancée is the heiress of the Genmaki Group, my girlfriends are a princess from a small country, a super famous singer, and a world champion."

Upon hearing this, the bartender's gaze towards Mingxian changed.

He looked like a nice young man, but it turned out he was a gigolo.

Italians have the utmost contempt for pretty boys like that.

Just as the bartender was about to make a sarcastic remark, he heard the blond youth ask in confusion, "The Tsurumaki Group, sounds like a Japanese conglomerate, but I don't recognize the name at all?"

Upon hearing this, the bar fell into an unusual silence, and many knights and magicians couldn't help but look over.

The blond youth said, "Don't let my appearance fool you. I used to hang out in Chinatown and am quite familiar with Asia. I don't think I've ever encountered the Scroll Consortium here, have I?"

Mingxian put down his glass and said calmly, "This world 235 doesn't have it, but in my world 492, the Genmaki Consortium is incredibly wealthy."

"That's it."

A sly glint suddenly flashed in the blond youth's eyes.

"How did you manage to get into our world, little brother?"

“It came by the power of your disobedient Vereslana.”

Mingxian took a sip of juice.

"Oh, I see!" The blond youth suddenly became very excited. "Could the older brother you're looking for be me?"

"you are?"

Mingxian's gaze narrowed slightly.

The blond youth introduced himself: "Salvatore Tony, 24 years old, Godslayer."

Mingxian also introduced himself: "Mingxian, also a Godslayer, is here to find Voban to introduce a job to someone I met not long ago."

“We’ll talk about that later.” Tony grinned broadly. “I have a suggestion: how about a duel?”

"No problem, but could you tell me where Brother Voban is after this is over?"

"No problem, I'm a local big shot~"

The conversation between the two lingered in the air like a ghost, each word seemingly carrying an irresistible force, casting a shadow over the hearts of the psychics who had gathered there for various reasons.

Immediately afterwards, a flurry of panic ensued as many people turned to flee for their lives.

The psychics exerted all their strength and ran towards the bar's exit.

Their steps were erratic, their eyes filled only with the desire to escape this deadly trap.

Zheng!

A cold, sharp sword light sliced ​​through the air, swift as lightning, leaving a silver trail. Immediately afterward, an equally sharp blade of light shot into the sky. The two clashed briefly in mid-air before vanishing into nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bar seemed to be gently swept away by an invisible hand, instantly turning into ashes and disappearing without a trace.

All that remained was emptiness and silence, the lingering smoke and dust in the air, and the expressions of astonishment and fear frozen on everyone's faces.

……