In his previous life, Zhou Li had heard of the name Jeslot more than once. In addition to this man being recognized as a "high-strength pile driver" and being a veteran player who has won the championship of the Trojan Card Competition for four consecutive times, he also has the identity of Shugu Zhenjin.

The first witch hunter and the last witch hunter.

In this world, any profession needs the existence of a union to continue, and there is no doubt that the rules at this time. However, the reason why rules appear is to highlight the talent of those geniuses who use rules as paper. And Jeslott is even more a heavyweight.

Not only did he create a new profession, but he also declared at the twelve moments that the gods were all in chaos, and only waste would establish trade unions to seek the protection of the gods. That year, he was nineteen years old.

Yes, when he was nineteen years old, Jeslot became a demigod-level demon hunter. He had no gods' protection, no union establishment, and no wealth of a tight masked man. He just studied it himself, made it himself, and became a demon hunter.

After squirting twelve moments, there were many professional unions, Jaslott directly killed all the four Apocalypse Knights who were raging in England. Although the destructive power and influence of the Four Apocalypse Knights were far less than disasters, in England, the Apocalypse Knights were like a dung beetle who was constipated, very much like a fish in water.

After all, the birth of the Four Knights of Apocalypse was due to the continuous outbreak of plague, war, death and pain in South England. It is touching that it is impossible to think about Apocalypse.

At this time, someone will ask, why don’t you take action when facing these four monsters that are rampant on earth? What are other countries? What are you doing?

Haha, of course, it’s because the sun is hanging in the void again.

Therefore, even if the nineteen-year-old Jerrost is a hero in the world, he can be called a demon hunter in the world of bad mouths, all professional unions and Twelve-Kiks have not taken any action against him. After all, Jerrost is really a businessman. This kid has no shortcomings except for a little bit of bad mouth, a little bit of piles, and a gambling dog every day.

And if there is something, he can do it.

"Good skills, young man."

Of course, Jerrost, who is over 60 years old, is no longer the irritable old man who squirts every day. He inserted his sword blade into the throat of the stitching monster, twisted it hard, and the silver light instantly swallowed the stitching monster. He looked at Zhou Li, his voice was low and full of magnetic:

"This Monroe monster and the chameleon behind you are here specifically to find you."

"oh?"

Zhou Li had no disgust towards this man. He controlled the black fog and threw the green piece of meat on the ground. He asked curiously: "Why do you say this?"

"The Monster Monster has no brains and is completely obeying the command of the person who created it. He cannot appear here for no reason."

Squat down and put the green gel left behind the silver light into a silver box. Gerost asked, "If I guess correctly, werewolf and vampires should have appeared."

"A few days ago, the werewolf staged a show that I killed myself, but the vampire was not found."

Zhou Li walked aside and took Eluma over, then said to Jerrost: "The bandage monster also appeared, killing a capitalist, and a skeleton giant, destroying the church where the Gospels were stored."

"ah?"

Obviously, Gerost was not ready for so much information. He raised his head, his eyes a little dull.

"By the way, there is still news."

Zhou Li shrugged and said calmly: "The Gospels have run away."

"Running?"

Jerrost exclaimed in shock, "You said the Gospels ran away?"

"I ran away with my legs, didn't expect it, either, I didn't expect it."

After snapping his fingers and removing the black fog used to protect the house with blood, Zhou Li leaned slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Come in and talk?"

"Um."

Jerrost was not shy, nodded and walked into Zhou Li's detective office. At this time, Eluma's mood also calmed down, and she walked into the kitchen habitually and began to prepare black tea.

"Is she your wife?"

Jerrost glanced at Eluma in the kitchen and quickly withdrew his gaze. It was obvious that this man who once dared to pillow the witch who had a wolf on his upper body had already cut off his distractions.

"My assistant."

Zhou Li smiled, then took out a business card and handed it to Jerrost: "Folster, a detective."

"oh?"

Jerrost took the business card with interest and looked at it. Then he remembered Zhou Li's fighting consciousness that was comparable to him just now, and asked curiously: "Are detectives so fierce now?"

"I'm an exception."

Zhou Li is not humble either. After all, the embarrassing title of "the most powerful legend of the Empire, the boxing champion of the British detective world, the legend of the Dragon - Detective Folster" has resounded throughout Jordan. If you ask someone, you will know that you can fight the most among detectives and the most capable of fighting among detectives.

Jerrost had no idea about Zhou Li's admission. After taking a sip of black tea, Jerrost said straight to the point: "Detective Fordes, why did you come to Jordan for?"

Before Zhou Li could answer, Jerrost put down the teacup and continued with a plain expression: "Or, I want to call you Lord Brave?"

"Well, it seems that I can't hide it anymore."

Zhou Li coughed lightly, and then he said calmly in the eyes of Jerrost as he saw through everything:

"Yes, I'm..."

"The Brave's Stand-in, Monday."

You haven't forgotten this one yet, right?

Aluma, who was beside him, forced to swallow the black tea and her mouth twitched. Jerrost obviously didn't expect that Zhou Li would have such a move, so he was stunned.

"ah?"

After a while, Jerrost spit out a monosyllable.

Obviously, he underestimated Zhou Li's lower limit.

"You, what are you talking about?"

Jerrost had just asked this question, and Zhou Li said directly:

"I came to the British South for Brother Zhou Li to discuss the opening of trade with the nobles, but I was trapped in Jordan because of some problems."

"How do you prove your identity?"

Jerrost, who was a little confused, asked, "Zhou Li was prepared for this question."

"Do you know Magnan III?"

Faced with Zhou Li's inquiry, Jerros nodded and said naturally: "Of course, I have seen him as the current king of Magnan."

"You can call him and ask him if he dares to say I'm not Monday."

Uh uh.

He seems to be quite confident.

Although it was a little puzzled, Jerrost reluctantly chose to believe Zhou Li's remarks. He thought for a while and asked, "So Mr. Zhou Mon, can you tell me what happened recently?"

"certainly."

Zhou Li smiled, leaned against the sofa, and said calmly:

"I'll organize the language first."
Chapter completed!