That person still hadn't walked out from the shadows of the stairs, and the man in the white suit frowned for some reason.
At the same time.
"Old man! I told you that I would find you! "
Not far away, Miss Spirit Witch landed in front of the castle's gate after a few leaps … On her high heels, a pair of small green wing-shaped air masses disappeared the moment she landed.
"Do you think you can escape?!" After landing, the Spirit Witch rushed to the man in the white suit … Ferrell. She grabbed his collar with both hands and said angrily, "Ungrateful bastard!"
Ferrell's eyes suddenly turned cold.
Miss Witch, whose anger was immediately extinguished, felt her heart skip a beat. She gave up on grabbing Ferrell's collar and looked around — the castle in front of her.
"This place... I think I've seen it in a magazine before?" Miss Spirit Witch was not trying to change the topic. She really felt like she had seen this place before.
After entering the [Inhuman Domain] through the [Coordinates], she had been chasing Ferrell all the way. She did not have time to determine her specific location. She only knew that she was in a chaotic area.
"Wait... This place seems to be?"
Miss Spirit Witch's doubts were soon solved. She found the information that matched this place from her memory. Especially when she saw the huge oil painting in front of the castle hall.
She could not help but swallow her saliva and subconsciously looked at Ferrell beside her. Ferrell looked at the figure on the stairs and said calmly, "As you thought, this is Duke Roland's castle."
"Duke Roland!" Miss Spirit Witch gasped. "The last Sword Saint of France?"
Miss Spirit Witch suddenly looked at the figure hiding in the shadows of the stairs. Her expression changed slightly. The information about this Duke Roland flashed through her mind.
The last Sword Saint of France, the legendary hero of the great war 100 years ago, the owner of the Holy Sword [Joyeuse], and the black dragon knight. According to legend, he was the descendant of the royal family of the Carolingian Dynasty, the honorary president of the [Inhuman Domain] Swordsmanship Association.
The last Sword Saint, Duke Roland, was much more famous in the [Inhuman Domain] than the most evil knight in history, Ferrell. He was a legendary hero that Miss Spirit Witch had heard about since she was a child.
At this moment, even someone as bold as the witch who had freed Ferrell from the knight's prison couldn't help but feel nervous.
"You're not Roland... Who are you?"
But at this moment, Farlier's brows were furrowed … or rather, his gaze was a bit more serious.
Finally, the figure on the stairs came down again and slowly emerged from the shadows.
"You... Are you here to find my grandfather?"
Her voice was a little timid... She was hugging a pillow that was the same height as her … She didn't seem to be good at communicating.
In fact, he did look like the type who was not good at communicating with others. Miss Witch could not help but open her mouth slightly.
Miss Spirit Witch's eyes, Miss Spirit Witch, Miss Spirit Witch Spirit Witch.
Furthermore, it was a woman.
What a cruel thing to do! The witch quickly restrained her sympathy because this woman claimed to be the granddaughter of Duke Roland. Naturally, she was also a [Princess] that she could not afford to offend.
"Are you Roland's granddaughter?"
Ferrell looked at the girl with a strange gaze. His gaze made the girl, who had an unusually large body, lower her head.
"Where's Roland?" Ferrell suddenly asked.
Hearing this, the granddaughter of the Sword Saint revealed a trace of sadness. "My grandfather passed away a year ago … Do you have any business with him?"
"Wait! Duke Roland is dead? "Miss Witch was stunned and asked in disbelief," What is this? Why have I never heard of such a big thing? "
Ferrell remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
The Sword Saint's granddaughter timidly said, "Because it wasn't publicized, the funeral was only conducted by the Radiance Tower Master and Lord Culoya …"
"Where is his grave?" At this moment, Farlier took a deep breath. "Take me to take a look … … I once fought alongside him."
"You are …" The granddaughter of the Sword Saint opened her mouth in surprise.
"We can barely be considered as former comrades."
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint could not help but reveal a puzzled expression. However, she seemed to be the type to easily believe others, or perhaps she had other thoughts in her mind, so she said, "Sir … … If you want to pay your respects, it may be a little … … troublesome."
Ferrell could not help but look puzzled.
"You … … come with me first." The girl with an unusually large body sighed and said.
… …
Duke Roland's grave was in a courtyard behind the ancient castle. Because the Ghost had been taking care of it for a long time, the roses here were not only blooming brilliantly, but also quite neat.
Just like this, the courtyard seemed to be a quiet place — but this was under the premise of ignoring a huge statue in the middle of the courtyard.
"A dragon?" Miss Witch looked up at the huge figure that was nearly 20 meters tall and could not help but exclaim … … Although it was just a statue, it constantly emitted a terrifying aura.
At this moment, Ferrell also looked up at it.
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint looked at the two of them and said carefully, "This is my grandfather's most cherished companion. After my grandfather was buried here, it automatically turned into a statue and guarded this place … … Any stranger who wants to come close will be attacked by it."
"No wonder you led us to this place so easily." Miss Witch looked at the granddaughter of the Sword Saint and said indifferently.
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint did not reply at this moment, and no one knew what she was thinking.
At this moment, Ferrell walked directly toward the grave. However, the moment he stepped into the courtyard, the ground of the courtyard shook slightly.
The eyes of the huge ancient dragon statue suddenly opened, and a pair of lifelike huge eyeballs looked down at him.
Giant Dragons … … In the [Inhuman Realm], they were only legends and were usually very difficult to meet. Even the Golden Dragon, who was watched by the Magician Association and became famous because of its constant search for partners, was protected by the Biology Department of the Magician Association. It was difficult for ordinary people to see it.
The moment the eyes of the statue opened, countless cracks appeared on the body of the statue. Then, the statue shattered, and a strong wind spread out, accompanied by a roar toward the sky.
What appeared in front of everyone was a huge black dragon with claws and fangs. Its wings were spread out, and it was very powerful. Its scales were shining with black light!
"Old man! Be careful! "Miss Witch blurted out.
Under the gaze of this huge black dragon, Ferrell walked directly to Duke Roland's grave. The moment he stood before the grave, the huge black dragon suddenly lowered its head, opened its huge bloody mouth, and roared at Ferrell again.
The evilest knight in history suddenly punched the black dragon's forehead. This punch was so loud that it could shake the surroundings … … It was even louder than the roar of the huge dragon!
The ground outside the courtyard suddenly cracked, but the courtyard was not damaged at all … … After taking the punch, the black dragon directly fell to the ground and saw stars.
"Oduin … … I'm just here to see Roland, not to fight."
Ferrell stared at the black dragon's eyes expressionlessly. "But if you don't wake up, I don't mind beating you up so that you can remember who I am."
"You've already beaten me up … … Don't tell me until you've beaten me up!!"
Miss Witch cursed in her heart. When she turned to look at the granddaughter of the Sword Saint, she found that the granddaughter's mouth was wide open as if she had seen a ghost.
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint stiffly turned around and looked at Miss Witch. "Who … is he?"
Miss Witch cleared her throat and then said seriously, "[Mordred] … … the knight in the great war 100 years ago. Do you know him?"
"[Mordred] … … him?" The granddaughter of the Sword Saint opened her eyes wide. "He's the lunatic that grandpa mentioned?!"
"Shhh —!"
Miss Witch suddenly strode forward and hurriedly covered the chubby girl's mouth with her hand. Then, she carefully stared at Ferrell in front of the grave and felt relieved when she saw that he didn't respond.
At this time, the black dragon lying on the ground with its tongue out … … Oduin's body emitted a faint light. Then, its body shrunk little by little and finally turned into a black-haired young man. There was a cross-shaped wound on its cheek, right on the bridge of its nose.
At this time, the young man rubbed his head and showed a pained expression … … as if he had seen a ghost.
"Do you remember now?"
Ferrell casually glanced at the black dragon in human form.
Black Dragon Oduin in front of him stood up with a vigilant expression. "You lunatic … … you're not dead yet? Weren't you captured and locked up? "
Ferrell didn't explain this matter and directly asked, "How did Roland die?"
"His lifespan was up, so he naturally died." The black dragon shook its head. "Aren't humans that fragile?"
"With Roland's bodily functions, it's not impossible for him to die of old age, but it would take at least one or two hundred years." Ferrell coldly snorted. "I'm not dead, so he naturally won't die either!"
"He died of illness!" Black Dragon Oduin impatiently stated another reason.
Ferrell raised his eyebrows and a violent and crazy aura suddenly swept through the entire courtyard. The black dragon youth in front of him couldn't help but slightly change his expression, but it seemed that he didn't intend to say yes. He just gritted his teeth and showed a fearless attitude.
God knew why his legs were slightly trembling at this moment.
However, Ferrell did not make a move. He maintained his terrifying aura and remained motionless. All of a sudden, Ferrell's figure flashed, but he did not attack the Black Dragon. Instead, he attacked the granddaughter of the Sword Saint who was standing beside the witch.
He also punched out.
This punch could directly beat the black dragon to the ground, but now it was aimed at a delicate … … well, a girl. It was easy to imagine the result.
"Old man, you're crazy again!"
At this moment, the granddaughter of the Sword Saint looked at the approaching fist and seemed to be completely stunned. She was so scared that she didn't move … … The fist finally stopped in front of the granddaughter of the Sword Saint.
It was about two inches away.
Ferrell didn't retract his arm, but just stared at her and asked in a low voice, "Have you finished learning Roland's Sword Saint technique?"
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint seemed to have just reacted. "Ah? What did you say … … Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! "
He saw a longsword pointing straight from bottom to top. The tip of the sword was pointing at Ferrell's throat … … it was about one inch away.
The granddaughter of the Sword Saint seemed to be unaware of this. She panicked and directly dropped the longsword in her hand. However, she still tightly held the pillow in her hand and kept apologizing.
"Hahahaha!!!!"
Black Dragon Oduin suddenly held his stomach and laughed loudly. He pointed at Ferrell and mocked, "Are you defeated? Old lunatic!! Even when Law was still alive, he was defeated by Leia's swordsmanship! You deserve it!! "
Ferrell didn't look angry at all. He directly grabbed the granddaughter of the Sword Saint … … Leia's wrist and said seriously, "Very good! You're much better than those useless fellows from the Knight Mechanical Engineers, you barely qualify! I want you! Come with me! "
"Ah? Where … where are we going? " The granddaughter of the Sword Saint suddenly panicked. "That … … give me some … time to prepare … … So fast … …"
— — What's going on?
Miss Witch obviously didn't know how to react.
At this time, Ferrell directly grabbed Leia's wrist. After a flash, he appeared beside the black dragon and directly pinched the back of the dragon's neck with his palm.
After a painful howl, the black dragon's body suddenly enlarged … … and directly returned to the body of a black dragon.
Ferrell, who was standing directly on the black dragon's neck, still had his palm pressed against the back of the black dragon's neck. "Go! To the Magician Association, I want to see Hui Yao! "
"Old lunatic! What right do you have to ride on me!! "The black dragon was unwilling to agree and twisted his body wildly in the air.
"Disobedient? Then I'll make the black dragon race extinct! "
It stopped … … The black dragon's twisting stopped at once. It said fiercely, "Listen, I just don't want you to be in Leia's hands! This is a strategic compromise! Don't be too proud!! "
It roared unwillingly, spread its wings, and was about to fly away from this ancient castle.
"Old man, you want to run away again?!"
Miss Witch saw this and stomped her feet. The emerald green wings on her high heels spread out again, and then she quickly jumped onto the black dragon's back. She smiled sweetly and said, "Sorry to disturb you."
"… … Another one?!"
… …
… …
The Torredo Clan.
In front of the cliff, the master of the Radiance Tower and Chellona's Shinryū, as well as the little butterfly holding a golden apple, were overlooking the ruins of the castle surrounded by the cliff in the distance.
The vampires were busy moving the rubble that could no longer be used like bees.
"From the looks of it, Fafnir must have caused a ruckus here." The master of the Radiance Tower sighed softly and naturally looked at Chellona's Shinryū.
"Well, this guy is quite energetic." Chellona's Shinryū nodded. "The effect of this medicine is really good. I'll get some more for you later! It's a gift in return! "
Hearing this, the little butterfly holding the apple couldn't help blushing … … Get some more??
Is he going to do that kind of comfortable thing again?
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