In the impression of the Borabel people, Roy was a good-tempered child.
In the five years we have been together, Big Head has never had a conflict with anyone. When he is scolded, he lowers his head and remains silent. If someone makes a fist, he runs away. He runs very fast.
To put it nicely, it is a good temper. To put it badly, it is called a coward.
Many people will speculate about Roy's experience before coming to Borabel.
According to people's social experience, a child with almost smoothed edges like Roy must have suffered a lot before coming to Borabel. He may have often been hungry and cold, and huddled on the roadside to protect the food in his arms.
Being punched and kicked by a group of beggars; or maybe often on the way to wandering, he was whipped to the ground because he blocked the way of a noble person.
In addition, he is a bit silly and not as smart as other children, so his behavior is the same as that of many people living at the bottom of society. Not to mention causing trouble, even being bullied and wronged can be tolerated as long as he can.
People have always viewed this boy this way, and they don't particularly look down on him for this reason.
After all, in this world with strict hierarchies, many ordinary people are like Roy.
As long as you can have a stable meal, live, get a wife and have children. Not to mention being a little angry, it doesn't matter even if you nod and kowtow to the nobles and knights every day, and receive a few whips.
Therefore, no one goes to verify anything, let alone know that if they have the opportunity to chat with Roy's grandfather William, they will find that the facts are completely contrary to the speculation!
When Roy was nine years old, William saw with his own eyes an enraged little guy in the downtown crowd, at the cost of a knife in the chest that almost broke his intestines, stabbing a three-inch-long dagger into a man who was much bigger than him.
The heart of a villain!
At that time, Roy was like a wolf who grew up in the snowy wilderness. Although he had learned to show weakness to the enemy, there was no tameness flowing in his blood, only wildness.
From that day on, William took Roy with him in the city, slowly adapting to life in human society.
Went all the way to Borabel.
In Borabel, Roy forced himself to learn how to get along with others, how to be patient, and how to use smarter ways to repair each other or avoid conflicts under the rules set by William.
He did so well that people once thought this warm-hearted boy had zero risk!
However, when the Vatican's attendant slapped Uncle Ken in the face, Roy was completely angered. The volcano of anger that had just been smashed out of the cracks by the Phillies suddenly erupted. He had a bad temper that he had developed with the dwarves since he was a child.
He couldn't hold it back any longer. All the patience and cleverness behind the scenes were all forgotten by him.
The tiger roared. The two boys rushed over together.
Tom, who was closest, rushed to the front and punched the guard in the face with his fist. Roy, who was standing behind the iron felt, jumped onto the iron felt and jumped over.
The guard was suddenly startled, and then slashed at the oncoming Tom with the sword in his hand.
In terms of fighting spirit level, this guard is probably only at the eighth level. However, in terms of proficiency in killing skills and combat experience, it is not something that a knight apprentice like Andrew can compare with. Although the sword in his hand has cracks, it still needs to be used.
It's more than enough to kill the two stupid green men who rushed towards me with their fists waving.
With a ferocious laugh, the long sword in the hand of the Holy See guard drew a bright ray of light and went straight to Tom's head!
There were exclamations everywhere!
At this moment, Roy's ferocious red eyes flashed with light, and with a bang, a ball of bright fire suddenly exploded in the eyes of the Holy See knight.
The Vatican guard let out a scream, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground. Before he could cover his face with his hands, Tom and Roy's fists were like two hammers, hitting his cheek.
The head of the Holy See guard jerked back. His entire face was deformed under the violent fist.
However, before he could fall down, Roy grabbed his hair and pulled him forward violently. At the same time, Tom kicked him on the abdomen.
The severe pain caused the guard to bend down like a big lobster.
Under the horrified gaze of the people around him, Roy pulled his hair and pushed him down hard. He bent his knees and raised his legs with all his strength, and his knee hit his nose hard.
This knee was extremely vicious.
Blood immediately sprayed out from the guard's face like a broken watermelon.
Following an inhuman scream, the guard's strong body fell heavily into the dust. While screaming, he covered his face and kicked his legs to struggle.
The people next to him were stunned and dumbfounded, their eyes were frightened and dull, and they were erratic and unfocused.
These few blows were extremely fast. No one expected that in an instant, two and a half-year-old boys would beat a burly adult sergeant beyond recognition!
Tom, the blacksmith's son, Roy, the big-headed little handyman...
The previous perceptions were completely turned upside down at this moment. People couldn't believe that these two boys, who were as fierce as monsters, were the usually honest and polite boys next door.
"you……"
Ken woke up from the shock and looked at his son and Roy, feeling weak all over.
He didn't expect that things would evolve to such an extent. Tom and Roy beat up the Vatican's bodyguard... This thought was enough to drive him crazy, who was always honest and responsible.
"How could this happen...how could you beat this master..." Ken trembled all over and murmured.
Several blacksmiths and some civilians nearby also cast sympathetic glances. Although everyone felt that Roy and Tom beat the guy happily, they also knew how serious the consequences of civilians attacking the Vatican guards would be.
People felt uncomfortable when they thought of the scene of an old man, two young men and three people being arrested and executed by a group of guards.
At this moment, there were people everywhere outside the castle. The blacksmith, his son, and Roy didn't even have a chance to escape.
In the silence, there was a burst of rapid footsteps in the corridor of the main building. The figures of a group of soldiers and several knights were already vaguely visible among the separated crowd. The guards, whose faces were covered with blood, also woke up and were using cold words at the same time.
Looking at Roy and Tom, he wiped the blood from his mouth and nose and sat up.
The hearts of the civilians watching sank at the same time.
But just when everyone thought that Roy and others were doomed, suddenly, a big foot suddenly kicked the guard's face, knocking him down to the dirt floor as he was about to sit up.
"Damn it! You dare to offend our Royal Legion members!" As a rough voice rang in everyone's ears, in front of them, several royal sergeants swarmed up and surrounded the unfortunate guard, punching and kicking him.