The center of the explosion was still emitting an unapproachable heat. Li Lin wiped his face and looked at the bottom of the pit with a distressed expression. "He's been reduced to ashes, not to mention the equipment. I was lucky and wanted to loot the body to see if any excellent equipment would drop. "
Betta patted his chest with lingering fear. He had just been eating a kebab when he was blown away and rolled several meters away, and the skewers on the kebab almost pierced his eye.
Schuck looked at the bottom of the pit and also felt his scalp tingle. "Although Saint Samurai is one of the three buggy professions, I think Mages are the real buggy."
The queen was barely affected, but she looked at the magma water that was still bubbling red at the bottom of the pit and pursed her lips.
Roland was actually no match for her, and when Roland was "charging" his magic, she had at least a dozen ways to kill him on the spot. The Great Swordsman's attack methods were the most varied and effective of all professions.
It was just that Great Swordsmen could never come up with this kind of attack that was like a forbidden spell.
It was impossible even if they rose to Legend.
A Demigod might be able to do it.
But a Demigod … it was still possible to dream about it.
After the surprise, Andonara looked at Roland with even brighter eyes.
She felt that Roland was good not because of how powerful Roland was, but because of his attitude towards her, which she liked very much. In fact, as a level-11 Great Swordsman and so young, where couldn't she go?
All she lacked was a psychological sense of security.
That was something that only a responsible man could give her.
But that didn't mean that she didn't like her man to be strong.
And next to Schuck, the little dragoness, Margaret, had some fear in her eyes at this moment. She had been waiting behind Schuck just now and had seen the whole thing.
As a red dragon princess, as a creature at the top of the pyramid, Margaret had always looked down on humans.
She had come to the human world only because it was fun.
Schuck was the first man she looked up to and liked very much. After all, in her eyes, Schuck was too handsome.
And she looked down on and wasn't interested in any of Schuck's friends.
She usually didn't bother to talk to these so-called Golden Sons.
But Roland's fireball just now made her feel the fear of death.
Even though the Crimson Dragon was highly resistant to fire, she knew very well that she could not withstand that magic attack.
An adult dragon should be able to resist it, but the problem was that Roland could still grow and had great potential.
When Roland reached the Master Level, even an adult giant dragon would not be able to withstand one of his charged fireballs. If he became a Legend … Her father, the current Red Dragon King, would probably have to flee. Even the Primordial Dragon would have to be wary of such a Mage.
Thinking of that, Margret felt that it was wrong of her to underestimate Schuck's friend's behavior.
Everybody observed the pit for a while and put out some forest fires. Then Schuck asked, "What are we going to do next? Wipe out the Association of Mages? "
"There's no need for that. That would be too destructive." Roland shook his head. "The chief evil is dead. Let's prune some of the crooked branches. For example … Dalton's good-for-nothing son. "
"Okay, leave it to me." Husseret said with a smile, "I'll find out how many wretched bastards are among Dalton's family."
Two days later, Dalton, the general chairman of the Association of Mages, went missing.
Two days ago, the other five Archmages in the city all sensed the magic waves of his battle in the north of the city. They also heard an enormous explosion in the woods.
After confirming that the general chairman was missing, the Association sent someone to investigate the woods.
They only found an enormous pit where some heat was still lingering. The chairman was nowhere to be found.
Also, the investigators were 100% sure that it was caused by magic, because a lot of fire-elemental magic power was still lingering on the spot.
Then, the investigators announced that Dalton, the general chairman, might have been killed.
But anyone who wasn't an idiot would know that Dalton had probably been killed.
The enormous pit could only have been created by a Mage above the fifth circle with a spell that was at least a Master.
The result was obvious.
Also, the royal family had lost more than three hundred guards outside the city. Even the second prince was gone.
Obviously, a strange force was targeting certain forces in the capital.
At this moment, the capital of Hollevin was surging with undercurrents.
In a certain large manor in the wealthy district on the west side of the city, Rourke was in a daze.
His father was gone. Many enemies and even his old acquaintances had been encroaching on his family's businesses.
His mother was dealing with them. She was just a noble lady who didn't usually deal with business, and now she had to take charge of everything, especially when she was surrounded by wolves. It was not hard to imagine how stressed she was.
Not every woman had the potential to be an empress like Wu Qi did.
Rourke did not wait for his family's property and power to be devoured. He tried to find his old friends.
But he couldn't find any of them. They were either sick at home or out of town.
Who would believe that?
Rourke sighed and walked out of his house.
The courtyard of the manor used to be lively all the time. The nobles who attended the banquets and the Mages who came to suck up to him were here.
But now, nobody was here.
It was very, very cold.
Hardly had he walked out of the house when he saw a man in a black robe standing before him.
The black-robed man had a gloomy expression on his face. He didn't look like a good person.
Subconsciously, Rourke wanted to step back and return to the manor. However, the black-robed man in front of him suddenly said something, causing him to stop.
"Do you want to know why your father died?"
Rourke's eyes were immediately bloodshot, and his voice was as low as the roar of a wild cat. "What did you say?"
The man in the black robe shook his head. "Let's talk somewhere nearby?"
Rourke looked at the man with uncertainty, but he eventually nodded.
They came to a small lake nearby. Few people passed by this place. It was extremely quiet.
Rourke had been staring at the man in the black robe. He was ready to use the magic scroll if anything went wrong.
No matter what, he was still an Elite Mage.
At least, he could protect himself.
"My name is Husseret. According to you, I'm a Golden Son."
The man in the black robe said casually.
Rourke was briefly stunned. Then, he became even more vigilant.
The fame of the Golden Sons had long been spread throughout the capital like a legend.
It was said that the queen had been kidnapped by the Golden Sons.
The second prince seemed to have been killed by the Golden Sons too, but strangely enough, the royal family didn't seem to want revenge.
Did they have something to do with his father's death?
It was just a speculation, but the man's next words twisted Rourke's face.
"Your father, Dalton, was killed by one of my brothers."
After a brief silence, Rourke roared, "I'm going to kill you pieces of sh * t!"
He reached into his pocket and was about to tear apart the magic scroll.
However, his opponent was even faster. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed several meters and hit Rourke's vital part with a kick to the groin.
Rourke immediately fell to his knees. His face was red, and he couldn't scream even if he wanted to.
In the end, he rolled on the ground, covering his crotch.
Husseret, on the other hand, stood quietly with a weird smile on his lips.
After a long time, the pain was finally gone. Lying on the ground, Rourke's legs trembled helplessly. He looked up at the man and roared, "You shameless scoundrel!"
"Are you calmer now?" Husseret smiled. "If you're not, I don't mind kicking you again."
Rourke was so scared that his face turned pale.
"Then continue what you said just now," Husseret said. Husseret said, "Your father was indeed killed by my brother. That was because he wanted to hide Kaka Bard's derivative magic model, and Kaka Bard was my brother's friend."
"You killed my father just for a derivative spell?" Rourke struggled to his feet. His eyes were filled with tears. "My father was such a good man …"
"Your father killed Kaka for a new derivative magic. Why can't other people kill him for a derivative magic? Besides, we're taking revenge for justice. "
"I don't believe it!" Rourke roared, "My father was a good man!"
"Where do you think the derivative magic you're learning right now came from?"
Rourke was stunned. After a long time, he asked with shivering lips, "The derivative magic model of the magic puppet?"
Husseret nodded.
An indescribable sense of loss rose in Rourke's heart.
He didn't know what he should do.
He knew that Kaka Bard's death was uncanny. He used to joke about it with his friends, saying that Kaka Bard's death was an idiot.
But now, someone was telling him that Kaka Bard's death was caused by his father.
Was it done by the gentle and kind father who would never say harsh words in his memory?
Just for a derivative magic model?
Rourke fell to his knees, feeling that his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier.
"We planned to kill most of Dalton's family. After all, we thought that since Dalton was so vicious, his family couldn't be any worse." Husseret's voice sounded farther and farther away. "But after some investigation, I discovered that the other people in your family were actually good people. You never hurt anyone, and the worst thing your mother ever did was to beat a maid who soiled her dress. But she didn't kill her. She even gave her the ointment afterward. "
"Although it's crocodile tears, you're much better off than other nobles."
"So, don't think about revenge. It's meaningless. We Golden Sons are immortal. If you have the energy, you might as well help your mother and find a way to stabilize your family instead of being swallowed by other nobles …"
Husseret's voice was getting farther and farther away.
Then, Rourke passed out.
When he woke up, he found himself in his bedroom.
The familiar environment almost made him think that he had a nightmare.
But when he saw the changed coat on the bed, covered in mud, he knew that it was true.
Smiling miserably, Rourke looked out of the window.
"Golden Sons, are you angels or devils?"
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