The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

That being who once overturned the world, was invincible, far surpassed the gods, and was above the world. He was actually ripped off?

This can no longer be described as a shame. It is normal for a cannon to miss a mosquito and there is nothing to be ashamed of. But if the mosquito is allowed to take the cannonball away, it will be a big shame.

The little guy's steps were not fast. When the boy recovered from the shock of self-denial, the other person had not left his sight. He smiled and shook his head, but the next second he twitched and saw something coming from the carriage. Small movement.

"Wait! Lei——" Before the name could be shouted out, the cloaked vampire rushed out of the carriage. Her speed was so fast that ordinary people could hardly catch it with the naked eye.

The little guy obviously didn't expect this situation. When he turned around, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him indifferently. At that moment, the hair all over his body stood up. The fear of death seemed to have never been so close.

Fortunately, the little guy had already escaped into the winding alley before he was caught up, and no one noticed Remilia's display of great power.

The law of the beast, which is far from universal values, has long been engraved in Remilia's blood, so she doesn't care about anything else.

She would only believe everything she saw. The guy in front of her had stolen the boy's wallet and was an enemy.

The spread black wings protruded from the bottom of the cloak, like a silent roar, full of threats. However, the little guy who saw this scene no longer had the initial fear, and his clear eyes revealed a hint of surprise mixed with hope.

"Are you the devil?"

"." Remilia was stunned, and her raised right hand froze in mid-air without falling.

What showed in those eyes was not disgust and fear, but curiosity and expectation. She had never been treated like this before, and there seemed to be a strange emotion slowly sprouting in her heart. In addition to hatred and anger, she seemed to have gained Something else.

At this moment, Remilia's hand was held, and she raised her head to see the belated boy holding Flandre.

He simply understood the current situation with his eyes. There were people who believed in cults, but it was surprising to see such young cultists.

The young man narrowed his eyes and looked at the little guy in front of him. Then he first pulled down Remilia's opened cloak again, completely covering the terrifying bat wings, and said to her seriously: "Don't be so impulsive, you Once your identity is exposed, it will be very troublesome, you know?"

The tone was like teaching a disobedient daughter.

Remilia lowered her head in embarrassment and rubbed her hands without saying a word. She seemed a little uneasy until she was patted on the head by the boy, and her uneasiness began to shift in the direction of embarrassment.

This kind of interaction between family members made the little guy in front of him feel a little confused, but also a little envious.

She pretended to be brave and asked the young man: "If this is the devil, then you must be the devil's henchman!"

"." There was a gloomy change in the young man's gentle expression. The brat is really rude now, at least he can be said to be a minion! What a piece of shit. This is even cheaper than a familiar!

"It's amazing, I can actually see the devil in the church! Are you lost?" The little guy jumped up excitedly as if he had recognized Remilia's identity.

But how could there be a sense of laughing at the idiot in that sentence?

Pressing the desire to complain in his heart, the boy stretched out his hand to the obviously overly lively little guy: "Give it back to me."

"Huh?" The little guy's expression stiffened for a moment. She covered the purse tightly and asked with grievance: "Why do you have to pay it back? Shouldn't the devil encourage children who do bad things?"

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The young man was speechless. Let’s not say whether demons would care about petty thefts. Even if they really cared about these things, they would certainly not be so kind that they would be merciful and encourage them even after they were ripped off!

After a sigh, the boy threatened the other party with ferocious eyes, the little guy was shocked, and immediately exchanged the money bag trembling.

After taking back the purse, the boy looked at the restless little guy in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Well, can I go?" Being watched by two "devils", one big and one small, the little one almost cried. Although she prefers demons to gods when living in darkness, this does not mean that she I can tolerate such a weird scene.

Are they thinking about how to eat me? Thinking of such a terrifying possibility, the little guy trembled even more.

After a while, when the little guy was about to reach his limit, the boy spoke.

"Maid," he looked at the little guy calmly, and asked, "Food and lodging are included, but there is no wages, do you want to do it?"

The little guy looked up at the boy in surprise, pointed at himself in a daze, and asked incredulously, "I, can I?"

"Yes." The young man nodded. Where can I find such an easy-to-handle pagan these days?

A bright smile appeared on the little guy's face. She watched the boy holding Flandre in one hand and holding Remilia in the other as he left, and she immediately chased after him.

Following the young man, she rolled her eyes, smiled and asked, "Is there really no salary?"

"No." The boy's face turned darker.

I returned to the castle with my newly recruited maid. Although the little one looked wild and untamable, she actually became more serious after putting on the maid outfit.

Seeing her methodically starting to prepare tea, the young man in charge of teaching at the side said in surprise: "You know a lot."

"Hehe, actually I practiced secretly." The little guy showed a proud smile.

"practise?"

"Yes, they say that sensible children are more likely to be taken care of. I used to see adults in the church doing such work." As she said that, the little guy recalled her short past.

Originally, she was a good child who believed in God, but the church is not a charitable organization after all. She is ordinary and has nothing special about her. She cannot become one of the lucky ones adopted by the church. The only way she can stay is to hang out in the slums. and lives by stealing.

In fact, there are many children like her, but compared to other people rotting in the dark corners of the slums, her ideas are a little ahead.

The little guy who couldn't get a response from the gods converted to the devil. According to her, at least the devil would not condemn the thief.

After listening to the little guy's words, the young man paused for a moment and said, "Speaking of which, I should give you a name."

"Hey! This change of topic is so unsympathetic! Shouldn't you comfort me?" The little guy grinned and stamped his feet, very dissatisfied with the boy's calm reaction.

"It's okay for me to do it, but do you have any ideas, Remilia?"

"Don't ignore me! Oh, no—no, Miss Remilia!"

Remilia came behind the two of them at some point. She might have been impatient for the tea.

When she heard the young man's proposal, she thought about it in silence for a long time, and then said a name.

"Gloria."