Chapter 372 [Strike]

The words of this young man seemed to be abrupt. None of the guests in the quiet store could understand.

Aunt Sofia just smiled, her smile slightly strange, looking at the young man: "Ah, did your father send you to me to ask me for punishment? Humph... He should know that I don't like to look at other people's faces by nature, even your father can't do it. If he wants to ask for guilt, let yourself come and find me."

At this time, after hearing Aunt Sofia's words clearly, one-eyed sitting in the middle of the shop threw the maqin in her hand, and walked over with an unhappy look, staring at the young man with the only eye, looking in trouble. When he walked in front of him, he first lowered his head and spit hard on the ground, his face was pulled up with flesh, rolled up his sleeves, and shouted: "What are you doing! Do you know where this place is?! Do you want to come and find it? But you know that the store I opened with one-eyed is, no one in this town dares to be presumptuous here..."

As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was about to step forward and take action.

One-eyed had just moved forward half a step, but Aunt Sofia, who was standing behind the bar, had already appeared in front of him, gently raised her hand and pressed her husband's shoulder, stopping One-eyed's movements.

One-eyed look at his wife. Aunt Sofia looked gentle with a look. She looked at One-eyed and said softly: "Dear, don't interfere in this matter, I'll solve it, okay?"

The tone was gentle and gentle, but when one-eyed heard it, he frowned slightly. He looked at the young man and asked his wife in a low voice: "It's... your former friends again?"

Aunt Sofia pursed her lips and whispered: "Sorry, my dear, I will cook your favorite mutton soup for you tomorrow. OK? Don't worry about this matter, clean up and go to the back to rest first."

As she said that, she gently pulled her husband over, hesitated for a moment, finally sighed, and walked into a small door behind the bar in a depressed manner.

Sofia was standing in front of the bar, looking at the guests in the store. At this moment, these guests were all looking at the place curiously.

Aunt Sofia sighed, then raised her smile again, clapped her hands, and said with a smile: "Okay, everyone, the happy hour tonight is here for the time being! We have to call us in advance... Uh, please pay the wine money before leaving, come and continue drinking tomorrow... Hey, I'm talking about you, Lao Buck, I still owe the wine money yesterday but didn't pay it."

A dirty drunkard who had already slipped along the wall to the door turned around and smiled embarrassedly, "I owe another day, I will pay you back tomorrow if I take the money... Alas, Aunt Sofia, you don't know, the woman in my family is too dead..."

Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this. Then everyone put down their wine glasses. Some directly placed a few coins on the table, some walked to Sofia and delivered the coins to her. Some looked at the young man carefully before leaving, and then slowly left.

After the room was dispersed, the store, which had been bustling before, soon became deserted, leaving only the table in the corner. Poor Adeline sat there at a loss. She lowered her head, but she watched everyone leave, and didn't know what to do.

She thought to go out with the crowd, but if she wanted to leave, she would definitely pass by the guy's side, and she would be recognized by him. But after sitting here and leaving, she was sitting alone in the huge shop, which was even more eye-catching.

Finally, the young man at the door fell on Adeline. The young man saw Adeline clearly, as if he was stunned at first, then he pulled the corner of his mouth, revealing a strange smile. The already slender eyes narrowed into a line, flashing with an inexplicable light.

Aunt Sofia turned around and walked to Adeline, gently pulled her up, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, my dear, if you are full, go upstairs and rest. Your bedroom is in the innermost room on the second floor. The door handle is a little rusted. If you push it hard, it will open... Get off early, my child, go quickly."

When talking about the word "go quickly", Aunt Sofia's tone seemed to have a slight complex smell that was not easy to detect.

Adeline stood up in a hurry, grabbed her hat and lowered her head, and ran up to the stairs in the shop.

In the lobby, only Aunt Sofia and this young man were finally left.

"Okay, now you can explain your purpose." Aunt Sofia stretched and muttered in a low voice: "Oh, the Hannigan family are all troubles, I should have understood this a long time ago."

The young man was still standing there, looking at Aunt Sofia: "Is my purpose... Can't you guess?"

Sofia frowned and looked at the young man: "You...can't be the hellish trial mission of your Hannigan family? Ha! How old are you?"

The young man pursed his lips - when he smiled like this, the smile on his face made Sofia's expression seem to be a bit strange. Then Aunt Sofia listened to the young man's smile: "I am exactly 31 years old this year."

He only answered Aunt Sofia's question about age, but did not directly answer the first question... Now he is just accusation.

"Thirty-one years old?" Aunt Sofia seemed to be stunned: "Hell... it's true that it's a pervert in the family."

She looked at the young man: "When your father was in the trial mission, he seemed to be less than four years younger than you now, right? Well... you achieved such a success at the age of thirty-one, and you can also rank in the top twenty in the history of your Hannigan family."

"It's the fourteenth." The young man's tone was very calm: "At the age of thirty-one, he could only rank 14th at this age, but for me, such a ranking is meaningless... My father was the trial at the age of 27, and that age was only ranked sixth in the history of the family. But his father's final achievements and strength were the strongest in the family's history, so this ranking does not seem to be of much significance."

Sofia looked at this guy and curled her lips: "Sure enough... she is as arrogant as you. Humph, the way you smiled just now is as good as you when you were young."

"If you don't have a little arrogance, how can you challenge the strong?" The young man's expression turned solemn and said in a deep voice: "Continuously challenging the strong is the ancient tradition of my Hannigan family. It is precisely through this inheritance that our family will become stronger and stronger."

"...I am stubborn like you." Aunt Sofia spread her hands: "Okay, you came for the trial mission... it's ridiculous. I just wonder why you came to me. Could it be..."

The young man Zhan Yan smiled: "Every generation of men in our Hannigan family must undergo a trial task after they become adults. Only when the trial task is successful can they be qualified to compete for the inheritance of the throne. You are very clear about this. As for the content of the trial..."

"Of course I know the content of the trial." Aunt Sofia stared at the young man's eyes with a stern face: "Aren't you just challenging a master at the level of a strong man?"

Challenge a master at the level of a strong man!!

Although Sofia's tone was a little disdainful, the content was shocking enough when she said it!!

The content of the trial is to challenge a master at the level of a strong man!!

The Hannigan family...the royal family of the Divine Emperor!! For thousands of years, such a cruel and almost perverted iron rule has been established!

Any prince who participates in the battle for the inheritance of the throne must first pass the trial and challenge a master who is killed by a strong man! Such perverted high standards ensure that the Divine Emperor of the Odin Empire and the emperor of every generation are among the top strong men in the continent!

"I'm just wondering... why don't you look for me but pick me?" Aunt Sofia's expression was a little unhappy and pointed at her nose: "Is it that in the eyes of you and you, among the strong people in the world today, I am the weakest one?"

"……Yes."

This almost confessed and almost mercilessly, Aunt Sofia's expression suddenly became even more strange. She glared at the young man: "Are you sure?!"

"Sure."

"You...you damn I think so too?" Aunt Sofia's eyes began to show anger.

"I'm sorry...yes." The young man's expression was still calm and calm: "My father once said in person... In the battle thirty years ago, the top ten strong men joined forces to suppress their father and force their father to reach that covenant with you... In the past, there were many masters on the mainland, and there were many talents. But after all, the years passed, and after thirty years, some strong men withered and passed away, but new strong men may not be able to truly take over. In addition... there are also some old men who have no breakthrough in their strength."

"Hmph, the last sentence is me." Aunt Sofia snorted without curiosity.

"My father has a word. Among the masters today, the first one who can catch his eye is undoubtedly the "Saint Roland Garros" who lives in the ancient city of Babylon on the east side of the continent. His father also said that the talent and strength of that Saint Roland Garros are only seen in his life, and he can be regarded as a lifelong opponent. In addition, among other masters on the continent, Lord Merlin of Landis has a naughty personality, but the more he has such a temperament, he can get some breakthroughs. He has not fought again for thirty years, but his father believes that with Lord Merlin's enterprising spirit of magic, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. I am afraid that today thirty years later, he has already broken through the realm of a strong man and entered the Yuan realm. There are also three great magicians of the Byzantine Empire... I heard that Master Zelan died more than ten years ago.

Yes, there is one more powerful man on the mainland. The remaining two ** masters are nearly seventy years old because of their age limitations. After thirty years, they are probably even older. Even if they are more and more advanced in the magic realm, they are not going to be able to reduce too much. There is also the gentleman who calls himself the sword saint who lives in the south of the Chaos Territory. However, his father disdained his swordsman and said that the man was too extreme and his personality would naturally improve his strength very quickly when he was young, but he was too impetuous. He was afraid that his strength would reach the top after he was fifty and would be difficult to make another breakthrough. If he could not calm down and practice, he would not become his father's real opponent in his life. In addition... many masters in the world today have their own evaluations... Finally, I said to you..."

"What did you say about me?" Aunt Sofia looked stern.

The young man smiled and said, "Do you really want to hear it?"

"Nonsense!" Aunt Sofia was displeased and said coldly: "Since you have said so much, why would I not continue to listen? Besides... Humph, I really want to know how you perverted man evaluated me!"

The young man seemed to sigh, and then continued: "When my father mentioned you, I feel very sorry for you."

"Sorry, sorry?"

"Yes, sorry." The young man said seriously: "When my father mentioned you, he once said that if you are smart and talented, you can rank among the top three among the strong people of the human race today! Second only to my father himself and that Lord Saint Laurent Garros. Especially your intelligence and wisdom are even higher than Lord Merlin in my father's evaluation. If you have such talent and intelligence as you, your strength should be among the top three of the masters of the human race today. It's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Aunt Sofia's face suddenly calmed down.

"It's a pity... Well, my father said this: It's a pity that anyone who is too smart likes to do things too much, and always likes to use some tricks to achieve things that ordinary people cannot do. But you must know that in the world, not everything can be done in order. For example, in practice, perseverance and perseverance are the most important. If you just want to take things short, you will not be firm enough in your mind. If you don't have a perseverance, no matter how smart a person is, you may not be able to achieve any real big thing. For example, you... your strength in the past can be ten years old.

Among the powerful people, they are among the top five, but now... for thirty years, other masters have been continuing to practice, but you are the only one who lives in this wildfire town, spends the day leisurely, lives comfortably, and seems to have lost the ambition and pursuit. Thirty years of time are wasted, and your strength... If you can still retain the level of the past, it will be considered difficult. As for progress... it doesn't need to be said! My father even said that he has never heard of anyone who can sleep in a long time, spend leisurely, drink and bask in the sun every day, and become a peerless master."

When Aunt Sofia heard this, she looked uneven, but instead calmed down.

She lowered her head and pondered for a while, and then sighed a little bitterly, with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "No, good, your I'm right. Humph, although the words are a little bit ugly, they are all truth. I have lived a little more comfortable life over the past thirty years, and I even forgot when the last time I practiced. Well... After thirty years, your father said that I am the weakest among the strong people in the mainland, and it is not a swearing, it is the truth."

The young man was stunned. He seemed to have never expected Aunt Sofia to admit it so happily--and, she was a little angry and angry just now. In a blink of an eye, the anger disappeared, as if the other party was relieved soon after.

"It's a pity that your father is right, I still want to say: He is still so arrogant... and he is still so ignorant, so stubborn, and so perverted!"

The young man frowned: "Your Excellency, please do not insult my father verbally..."

"Insult? Hahahaha!" Aunt Sofia laughed a few times, "Even if Saul stands in front of me, I will say the same thing! Hum, you are a perverted and arrogant guy... Hum, he commented on the masters of the mainland today, and it seems to be right, but in his mind, there is only cultivation. Continuous cultivation, how to make yourself stronger, continue to be strong, and constantly move towards the path of becoming stronger... Life is only less than a hundred years, and even a strong man can only have decades of life more than ordinary people. A person comes to this world for a walk. If you are like your father, you will practice constantly since you are sensible, and keep getting stronger, every day, every night, every moment, like holding a whip and whipping yourself, constantly, constantly

He urged himself to practice hard, and he refused to relax for a moment. At the same time, he kept thinking about how other masters on the mainland... In such a life, your father has been like this since he was sensible. After decades, he has been like this! Even if you go through ten years, twenty years, and another hundred years... As long as your father still lives in this world for one day, he will live like this! Force yourself and torture yourself like this!! The only thing he does in this world is to practice! Cultivate for decades, practice for a hundred years... But what in the end?! When you die, when you kick your legs, won’t everything turn into nothingness? No matter how powerful you are, what if you say an excessive thing, is it still called a human being?!"

Speaking of this, Sofia's tone gradually became sharp: "Yes, I don't remember when I last practiced, and when I lived too comfortable and carefree over the years... But what qualifications does your father have to make fun of me? So what if I don't remember when I last practiced? I want to ask, when was your father's last laughter? When was your father's last drink? When was your father's last singing and thrilling? Every moment of his day, he only had one mind.

Strong’! Such a life is not fun, even if it is the best in the world, so what? Even though I am not as strong as him, I live happily every day, and have a husband who loves me, and a group of friends drink together carefreely every day, and can laugh happily every night, and don’t think about those annoying things. Every day, lying in the bed, your head will fall asleep as soon as you touch your pillow. The next morning, when you wake up, you will have a smile on your lips... What does your father feel about this kind of life? Does he really understand?"

young people:"……"

Sofia sighed deliberately: "Life is like him, which is truly boring. I say one thing: If the day I die, I can be sure that I have many friends who will truly shed tears for me, my husband will truly hurt for my death, and my friends will also remember the days when we were happy together. But...what about your father? He is the God Emperor of Odin and the strongest man in the mainland. Hum... But I can guarantee that if it were the day he died, no one in this world would really shed a tear for him! Even if you sons have long been made cold and have no humanity by the perverted rules of the Hannigan family!"

Aunt Sofia said this, which made the young man fall into deep thought. He lowered his head and thought for a while. When he raised his head, he let out a long sigh, looked at Aunt Sofia and smiled sincerely: "I admire you! My father said that your intelligence is rare in the world, and I don't believe it yet. Now, when you look at it, your wisdom really makes me admire...Garin was convinced."

"Garin?" Aunt Sofia heard it: "Your name is Galin? Garin, the eldest son of Saul?"

The young man smiled bitterly: "Otherwise you think I am..."

Aunt Sofia breathed and said lightly: "I heard that among the sons of Thor, one of his youngest sons, Ke Kelan, is the most talented. As for the eldest prince Galin, he has always heard that there is no big excellence in it. Even the battle for the throne is vaguely threatened by Ke Kelan. If it weren't for the support of some tribes, he would have been overthrown by Ke Kelan... It turns out that you are the eldest prince Galin. When you look at it today, you are not simple, but you are afraid you are more powerful than Ke Kelan. I think those rumors have other inside stories."

After pausing, Sofia narrowed her eyes and looked at Galin: "At a young age, she knew how to keep a low profile and deliberately showed weakness. It seems that the Hannigan family is the Hannigan family. Every generation of young people will produce a few young geniuses who are against the will of heaven."

"Thank you for your praise." Galin bent down and bowed: "I admire your wisdom. I just deliberately said my father's evaluation of you, really trying to disturb your mind, but you just restrained your mind casually and did not be moved by my words. The words I said in reverse almost made my heart shake... The wise Sophie is indeed extraordinary."

Sofia was stern: "I don't need the name Sofia anymore! My name is Sofia now. You kid, don't call it wrong again."

Galin smiled and stood there, looking at Aunt Sofia: "I came from thousands of miles away. You already know my purpose. So... can we start? I also want to see your unique skills that made my father praised at the time earlier."

"Do you have to do it now?" Sofia smiled, but lazily looked at the messy shops in the house: "You saw that I am such a big shop. Because of your arrival, all the guests were driven away by me. Now a random stall always needs to be cleaned up... Hey, if you want to do it, you have to let me put away the wine money on the table, right?"

As he said that, Aunt Sofia rolled up her sleeves, pulled out a rag from the table, walked to the side, wiped one table at a time, and put the money from the guests to the table into her apron's pocket from time to time.

She just started making miscellaneous things in front of Galin, which made the eldest prince Odin stunned.

Aunt Sofia finished cleaning a table and looked back at Galin: "If you want to do something with me earlier, you might as well come up and help me. The two of them will work together and they will be faster."

As she said that, she actually threw a rag and threw it over. Galin subconsciously reached out to take it, but instead stayed there.

"Hmph, have you never taken a rag when you grow up so old? Alas, I recognize your hand posture of holding the rag. This is the thunder roar sword technique of your Hannigan family... Humph, poor child."

"One, do you have to wait until you finish this before you can start?" Galin was able to maintain a steady momentum in front of Sofia until just one night, but at this moment, he finally showed a little helplessness.

"Of course not." Aunt Sofia turned her head: "I am not like you Hannigan's perverts. They either practice or hone their skills every day... I still have business to do, and I have to do things for the whole family. I also have to sell vegetables, cook, and make wine to settle the score... Humph, you want to find me to try, okay, then follow me. After two days, when I finish my work, I will naturally fight with you."

"After two days..." Galin's face finally changed.

"I'm really impatient." Aunt Sofia sneered: "When you came in, your aura, expression, and even your tone of speaking were as strong as yours, but... the imitation traces were too heavy, but it had a little false meaning. Moreover, it seems that your patience is much worse than yours!"

After a pause, she laughed in a low voice: "If you want to challenge me, you want to beat me. Now your strength is probably not enough... Even if you have already seen the path to the realm of a strong man, how can you compare to the old guy like us who have been immersed in decades? Alas... I understand. You asked you to come to me for a trial, but it is not because I am the weakest one in the rush now... but I also have the intention, because only I can truly let you understand the essence of the trial."

While talking, she never put down the rag in her hand. While doing things, she walked quietly and said indifferently: "Since you can challenge me, I believe your strength must be good, I am afraid you have the confidence to challenge me. But the essence of the trial is not simply the strength of the hands-on! But the realm is the realm! Even if your strength exceeds me, if your realm is not enough, your life's achievements will be very limited. Humph, that old guy Thor has indeed had his mind and actually wants to use my family..."
To be continued...