The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Yuffie?" Juss had never heard of the name, and of course he looked blank. What does this name have to do with him?

"Aren't you young Yuphy's daughter?" This time, it was Cliff's turn to be puzzled. No matter how he looked at it, the girl in the white robe looked too much like two people he knew.

It's really alike, so alike. The face and figure similar to the profile of that kid, the noble temperament, and the pure and bright breath that naturally exudes, all look like the daughter of little Yu Fei. As for the little Yuphy to give birth to children willingly, there is only that kid in this world.

"My mother is not Yuffi, you must be mistaken, and I am not a woman!" Juss shook his head with a wry smile. He really couldn't figure out why everyone except Ka Lei treated him as a woman.

He is obviously 100% male, and he has never done anything like a girl. Where does this misunderstanding come from?

"Ha! Ha! Ha! The world is amazing. It doesn't matter, I will keep them a secret. Don't doubt the credibility of a former Paladin commander, you are such a good boy." Obviously, Juss. The ambiguous explanation made Cliff misunderstand what it was like.

After making sure not to reveal the secret of Uses (Uses: there is no secret at all!), Cliff kicked the steel knight Don Quixote who had knocked into the ground, and then knocked. His head.

"Boy Iron Horse, get up."

"En..." The steel knight Don Quixote, whose muscles are as hard as steel and whose head is similar to steel, turned his head and stood up shaky.

Then he took a deep breath, and the seven scars on his chest lit up in turn, his muscles were tense, and there were bursts of "pop! Pop!" bone bursts.

"Huh!" After a long breath, the steel knight quickly returned to its heyday. This kind of breathing method that can quickly restore physical strength is the secret of the boxing he learned.

"Good job, boy, you finally brought back my wonderful granddaughter. I knew that my granddaughter could not be a mortal. The descendants who inherited the great blood and power of our clan are all the best fighters." Reeve touched his beard and looked at Helen with cold eyes with joy.

Cliff, the former head of the Paladin Order, was not tall, even a lot shorter than Uss. It was in stark contrast with the huge slasher he had just used.

He was wearing a yellow-brown primitive warrior outfit, and only a steel breastplate was equipped on his chest. But the heart position of the breastplate was damaged, and it looked like it was pierced by some sharp weapon.

He is quite old, with a lot of wrinkles on his face, and a beard on his chin that is not well managed. If you observe carefully, you can clearly see the traces of the passing of life on his face, indicating that the former head of the Paladin Order is already very old.

But now he is in a state of excitement, and the rosy radiance from the excitement covers the obvious aging breath, making him look full of vitality, not like an old man at all.

"You mean her?" Don Quixote looked at Helen who was looking at Cliff with a ferocious expression very unexpectedly. Because he didn't know the information related to Helen, he never counted her into the battle.

"It's wrong, it's not her." Although he didn't see the scene of Helen fighting Cliff, he knew who was more like the offspring of the old head. The fighting style of rushing forward without even thinking about it, slashing with heavy weapons at all costs, is too easy to recognize.

"Not her? She's not my granddaughter?" Cliff tore off a few of his beards and stared at Don Quixote angrily.

How could it not be her? He seemed to see that this was the strongest. Although excellent is far beyond his imagination, there is no reason why his granddaughter is so excellent. Look, isn't she as short as him? This is the biggest genetic feature of their family. They are the hybrid descendants of the dwarves and humans. They have inherited the excellent combat factors of the dwarves from generation to generation. Nine out of ten are talented warriors.

And he himself is a strong man who has awakened the legendary "Inheritance of Power" of the dwarf clan. This is why not many dwarven warriors can comprehend the powerful talents even before the dwarven race was destroyed.

"No!" Don Quixote was quite sure.

"No!" Helen looked at the self-righteous old man with murderous eyes. She is the strongest weapon completed after the fusion of father's power and her body, how could it have anything to do with this dwarf old man.

"Who is that? Didn't you say that I will come back again when I find my granddaughter?" Cliff, who suffered a double denial, was hit hard.

He originally thought that his granddaughter was already better than blue, and she had approached his level at a young age. If that is the case, it is really great news, even if he died tomorrow, he would be willing.

"I'm talking about the young girl who may be your granddaughter and you will bring it here. The one with the red hair looks more like your daughter." Don Quixote briefly explained the situation.

He is not a god, it is impossible to connect with his granddaughter just by seeing a girl with a similar fighting style as the old captain.

There are three reasons why Zuofei was selected and brought over by him. The first is short enough (Zofi: I will grow up); the second is the fighting style; and the third and most important point is that she is very similar to the daughter of the old leader (although he only saw the portrait).

Meeting these three points at the same time allowed him to make the decision to bring her here. In fact, it is impossible to know the truth until the end.

"Red-haired..." Cliff stiffened slightly, and then fixed his gaze on a pile of large beast skeletons.

"It hurts!" Zuofei, who was blasted into the bone pile with his spear, was crawling out of the collapsed bone pile.

"It's okay, Zuo Fei." Surprisingly, the fastest recovery of the trio was Lufa, the lowest in combat effectiveness. In the air, she quickly regained her balance, and after landing, she retreated seven steps to remove the power that shook her into the air, and she still had enough power to lift Kay, who fell to the ground severely.

Since something happened, not only the feeling of vitality passing away, but also her body seemed to be more flexible. This feeling only appeared at the stage when she had just become a seventh-level powerhouse and felt that she could continue to grow stronger. She seems to have returned to that time now.

"No problem, but the old grandfather's knife is really fierce." Zuo Fei felt that her hands were about to numb. The power contained in that huge slasher was completely irresistible, and it exceeded her limit too much.

"Is it the one with the spear?" Cliff asked Don Quixote in a low voice, embarrassed.

The answer is actually clear at a glance. Of course his granddaughter will not be the slender girl with a long knife, nor the sword girl with a big breast. Even if the blood of the dwarves is mixed, it is impossible to grow slender legs and plump breasts. It is absolutely impossible.

The girl of the dwarf race is of course petite, with a small breast, but with great strength. He was no worse than a man in fighting, just like his daughter who ran away from home.

"It should be her. Didn't you say that you can try it out?" Don Quixote asked Cliff himself.

"Hahahahaha!" Cliff laughed, then blinked at Helen and Juss embarrassingly.

Of course he can't tell. Because I wanted to see how my granddaughter's strength came first, I first came to a strength test. I originally thought that the one with the strongest strength was his granddaughter.

"Sorry, it seems I was mistaken. I will give you a good gift later. Your fists are really good and very strong." After a very refreshing apology to Helen, Cliff walked up to Zuofei in stride and looked at him seriously. She was a petite girl with a face that vaguely resembled her runaway daughter.

Like, it's so alike. This short figure, small chest, short and powerful muscles. And the heavy weapons they hold, they really have the style of their clan.

Although not as good as the silver-haired girl, her strength is superb even from the most critical point of view.

Among all those who were cut off by him, she was the only one who still held her own weapon. It's just that the silver-haired little girl's strength was too terrifying at the beginning, that gave him the illusion.

Yes, this is his granddaughter! An excellent warrior who inherited the traditional power of the dwarves can make him a proud granddaughter.

"My granddaughter!" Recalling the scenes of the little girl running around her with a runny nose, that is, his daughter, Cliff couldn't help but open his hands, ready to make herself cute Held his granddaughter into his arms.

On this day, he has waited too long for too long. Since his only daughter ran away from home, he never had the time to show his true feelings like now. Dwarf, but he would rather bleed than cry.

"Wow! What are you going to do!" Zuofei was taken aback, with a beautiful right uppercut, he slammed the old Paladin's head who was sincerely on the nose.

With a sound of "bang!" Zuo Fei's fist hit directly, slamming the big nose inward and bounced out. If it is an ordinary person, this punch should be able to headshot.

"Ah..." Cliff, who was completely unprepared, was knocked back a step, showing a very frustrated expression, looking like he had been hit hard.

Of course, Zuofei's fist is very powerful, but in fact it does no harm to him who is an eighth-level powerhouse. It's just being taught by his own granddaughter, and it hurts him very much. (Didn't you also slash your granddaughter with a knife...)