Although he had a suitable plan, the king still felt a vague unease in his heart.
Unfortunately, the last hero from Florida was a bit too abstract.
He drank alchemical potions and died, even though it was a recipe he concocted himself.
Even the guards protecting him couldn't stop it in time, so who can he blame?
The king hoped that the next hero would at least be in a more normal mental state, otherwise things would become serious.
"Of course, no matter what, it should be easy to deal with in the short term."
He looked forward to the selection of the brave warriors in a few days.
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A few days later, El arrived at the royal capital, the capital of this human kingdom, which was also his first time entering.
"It's quite lively here, with a large number of both humans and monsters."
Are you all here for the Hero Selection? I heard the tickets aren't expensive, maybe I should give it a try?
After saying goodbye to his delicious-looking friend, the vampire duke, El encountered a rather clueless, or rather, lucky, monster on the road.
He was a half-dragon, a decent warrior with high stats from his dragon blood. He wielded a magic sword and held off El for three rounds.
He then died from fractures and internal bleeding caused by the boxing.
Even as he lay dying, this guy stared wide-eyed at El, unable to comprehend why his enemy possessed such monstrous strength.
Because their bodies are so similar to humans, only their tails are taken as food.
A single Chimera, a special chimera monster, combines the advantages of five different monsters.
Of course, it's not some abstract thing like a fish's memory, a cheetah's stamina, a hippo's adaptability, or a mouse's courage; it's a monster that truly belongs to the strong.
Then, filled with excitement and joy, El enjoyed a feast.
Having made every part of his body incredibly delicious, El remembered the Chimera monster.
There were also liches and headless knights, which, because they were completely inedible, were reduced to ashes by El.
Inside the backpack, there were also some prepared dishes.
This time, however, he did not eat on the road, having learned from the lesson he learned from Grand Duke Charles.
Some monsters have an excellent sense of smell. What if they smell their food source and get scared?
If they don't dare to approach us then, wouldn't we miss a lot of opportunities to engage in entrapment... oh wait, I mean, to meet new friends?
"Yes, that's it. The Holy Sword Selection seems to start tomorrow, right? Let's find a place to rest first."
The people in the capital are quite diverse now. Relying on his enhanced sense of smell from hunting monsters, he sensed that some dark corners nearby smelled like food.
Wait a minute.
Once we find a place to stay, it's time to pick out the ingredients.
On the other side, the venue for the Holy Sword Selection was ready, and the king was conducting the final tests.
"Warriors, I will give you a priority selection opportunity. If anyone is qualified to obtain the Holy Sword, you will be our hero."
He sent his soldiers, who were unaware of the truth, to try and see if it was truly impossible for anyone to pull out the holy sword.
"Come, let me try it out. The legendary weapon of the hero. Whoever obtains it will become a true hero."
Although somewhat nervous, these people couldn't wait any longer, and the first soldier came to the Holy Sword.
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With its silver blade and golden hilt, the Holy Sword boasts an exceptionally magnificent appearance, reflecting the aesthetic sensibilities of the first generation of heroes.
Of course, other heroes have also complained about its flashy appearance.
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