Chapter 174

A gust of wind blew across the square in front of the temple, and also blew the black robe on Morea's body, revealing the gorgeous armor that was covered inside.

"Hey!" A breath of air sounded in front of the square, without him, it was because of the armor that Morea wore under the black robe, blinding their eyes.

The exquisite and perfect shape, as well as the heavy aura shrouded on it, all indicate that it is a set of extraordinary armor that is extremely precious and has great power.

"Your gold coins!" Seeing the young man staring at him in a daze, Morea sent his hand forward and reminded again.

Looking at the warm smile on Morea's face, the emotions of the young Zoro collapsed at this moment, big drops of tears flowed from his eyes, and all the previous repression was released at this moment.

He and his sister are orphans without parents, no one cares, no one takes care of them. Even if they die, no one will collect the corpses. They can only hide in the slums like ground rats, picking up leftovers from others. Food scraps, grow up slowly.

When Sauron was seven years old, because of his dexterous hands, he was spotted by a chief thief in the city, became a thief, and began to learn to steal. He has no second choice. If he does not steal, he will starve to death.

So from this day onwards, he could hear all kinds of insults and slurs. Ten years later, the stronger his ability to steal, the more people insulted him, and even some of his colleagues began to target him out of jealousy. of orphan origin, calling him a bastard and other foul language.

At first, some people insulted his sister, but Zoro could tolerate others insulting him, but he could not tolerate his sister being wronged like this. Therefore, whoever dares to scold his sister, he will fight for his life.

Later, when the boy grew older, he began to learn to sneak and hunt, and then went out of the city to hunt low-level monsters to earn money. He didn't want to be a thief, and he didn't want to make a living by stealing.

However, the people in the city have a fixed impression of him, and everyone still regards him as a thief who makes a living by stealing. In addition, he has to spend money to treat his sister's illness and has no money to move out of the slum, so he still has to endure the abuse and discrimination from countless people every day. But he doesn't care!

Because the sixteen-year-old boy was used to being abused, so when he was scolded by several guards, he easily ignored it.

However, he was accustomed to the misery and the indifference of others brought to him by the world, but he was not used to the warmth from strangers.

Therefore, after Morea said this sentence, it completely broke the mask that the boy created himself because of this extremely indifferent world for him.

"Sir!" The boy choked,

He bowed heavily towards Morea and slammed his forehead on the ground, "Please save my sister, she really can't hold it anymore. I can't lose her, she is my only relative."

Morea heard the sound of the boy's forehead hitting the ground, and the indifferent golden pupil showed a trace of waves, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He lowered his head and looked at the boy who kowtowed to him and begged him:

"Ask me for help, what can you pay for it?"

"Everything about me!" The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, straightened his waist, straightened his upper body, and looked at Morea resolutely.

"Everything?" The corner of Moria's mouth curved upwards even more. "If I said that I would take your life before I would be willing to save your sister, would you still be willing?"

"..." The boy was silent, looking at his sister who was lying on the ground with a weak breath.

"Brother, don't." Hearing Morea's words, the girl who was tortured by the disease and was dying of pain slowly opened a pair of godless gray pupils.

"Sir, can you give me ten years? After ten years, take my life."

"Oh? Reason?"

"I'm dead now, no one will take care of my sister, she can't do anything, no one will protect her, she will be bullied."

"You were hesitating about this just now?" Morea looked surprised.

"..." The boy bowed his head and bowed again, "I beg your lord to save my sister."

"Haha!" There was a bright smile on Morea's face. The city finally had a glimpse of the past.

"Okay, your sister, I saved it."

"Your Excellency!" On the side, a temple guard reminded aloud, "He is a despicable thief, and he is not worth your shot. It is our kindness for a villain like him to not kill him."

At this time, another temple guard also spoke up. He looked at the girl on the ground with a hint of disgust, "They live in a slum, where everyone is in a mess, and the curse on this girl, hehe, Who knows if it's because of the flesh business?"

As soon as these words came out, the boy Sauron, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head, his eyes instantly turned red, he took out a dagger from his body, and was about to stab the temple guard who made this filthy word.

but

"Bang!" "Peng!" The young man just got up when he saw that the two temple guards slapped Muriya away with a slap, drawing two arcs, and then slammed into the relief of the temple.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Morea turned around and looked at the temple guard who was spitting blood by his slap.

"Wow!" At the moment when Morea started to fly the guards of the temple, the crowd of onlookers was in an uproar, this, someone dared to attack the guards of the temple, this is simply incredible.

"Bastard!" Seeing Moreya's action, the other six guards instantly pulled out the long swords in their hands and pointed at Moreya, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Just teach two noisy guys a lesson."

"Damn, we are the temple guards of the God of Dawn, do you know the consequences of attacking us?"

"Oh!" Morea was expressionless, "I really don't know what the consequences will be!"

"He wants to help this thief, he must also be an evil person!" A guard who had just insulted the boy shouted, and then threw a magical technique at Morea: alignment detection.

Then, a dazzling golden light shot up from Morea's body, like a golden sun falling on the earth.

"What are you kidding?" Looking at the golden light on Morea's body, a temple guard's face was dull. Under the faction detection, what the golden light represented, they couldn't be more clear, it represented the lawful good camp.

However, this aura is too exaggerated, this is the rebirth of a sage! It's still a god! Simply incredible.

"Is it enough?" Morea looked at the rich golden light rippling from her body, showing a hint of impatience.

"Don't be careless, this must be fake." It was the same guard, he shouted in a deep voice, "How could there be such a dazzling camp aura like the sun?"

"Idiot!" Morea couldn't help but scolded in a low voice, then raised his hand and slapped him unconscious.

This time, after Morea made his move, several temple guards looked at each other in dismay, and no one had any intention of making a move. The result of this faction's detection really stunned them.

"Hmm!" Morea squatted in front of the girl and briefly checked, and then, if he was blind, let him fight, he could do it at any time, but it was really not his specialty to let him heal and save people.

Therefore, Morea's eyes turned to the young Zoro, "Are you sure, the priest in this temple can cure your sister's curse?"

"Sure!" The boy nodded affirmatively.

"Go, call your temple, the highest-ranking priest, to me!" Morea ordered to the four standing guards.