The man hadn't yet stepped out of the darkness of the staircase, and the man in the white suit was frowning for some reason.

Meanwhile.

"Old fellow!!!I told you, I'd find you!"

Not far away, Miss Soul Witch landed in front of the gate of the castle in a few jumps...... On her high heels, a pair of small emerald green wing-like air masses also disappeared the moment they landed.

"Do you think you can escape!" After landing on the ground, the Mind Witch rushed to the man in the white suit without saying a word...... In front of Farrell, he grabbed his collar with both hands and said angrily, "Ungrateful fellow!"

Farrell's eyes suddenly froze.

Miss Witch, whose anger was suddenly extinguished, suddenly chuckled in her heart...... Giving up on grabbing Farrell's collar, he looked around—the castle in front of him.

"This place... I think I've seen it in some magazine?" Miss Witch didn't say this to change the subject, but she really felt as if she had seen this place somewhere.

After she entered the [Inhuman Realm] through the [Coordinates], she followed Farrell's trail all the way, and she didn't have time to determine her specific location, but she roughly knew that it was in a chaotic area.

"Wait...... What seems to be here?"

The doubts in her mind were quickly solved, and the witch lady had apparently found information from her memories that matched the place—especially after seeing a huge oil painting in front of the castle hall.

She couldn't help but swallow her mouth and spat quietly, and subconsciously looked at Farrell beside her—only to see Farrell staring at the figure that had stopped on the stairs at this time, and said indifferently: "As you think, this is the castle of the Duke of Roland." ”

"Duke Roland!" Miss Witch suddenly took a breath, "The last sword master of France?"

Miss Gillian, the witch, suddenly looked at the figure hiding in the shadow of the staircase, and her face changed slightly—the information about this Roland Duke flashed quickly in her mind.

The last swordmaster of France, the legendary hero of the Great War a hundred years ago, and the owner of the holy sword [Joyeus...... and the pitch-black dragon knight, who is also said to be a royal descendant of the [Carolingian dynasty] and the honorary president of the [Inhuman Realm] Sword Fighting Association...... And some amazing results.

Finally, the sword saint Rowland Gong, in terms of fame, in the [Inhuman Realm], to throw out the most vicious knight in history, Farrell, is a legendary hero that the Soul Witch has heard of since childhood.

At this point, even the daring witch lady who freed Farrell from the prison of the knightly agency could not help but get nervous.

"You're not Roland...... Who are you?"

But Farrell's brows furrowed directly at this time...... Or rather, the gaze was a little grim.

Finally, the figure on the stairs walked down again, and the figure emerged from the shadows little by little.

"You... You're coming to my grandfather?"

The voice is a little timid, and his hands are holding the pillow of a comic beauty man of equal height...... It seems to be the type that is not good at communicating with people.

In fact, this is indeed the type that doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people—Miss Witch can't help but open her mouth slightly.

Because this guy in front of me ...... You have to weigh at least two hundred and fifty pounds, right?

And it's still ...... Female.

What a cruel thing this is—Miss Witch quickly relented in her sympathy, because this woman claimed to be the granddaughter of Duke Roland, and naturally she was also a [princess] level person she could not afford to offend.

"You're Roland's granddaughter?"

Farrell gave the other a strange glance - the gaze of his gaze suddenly made the extraordinarily large girl bow her head.

"What about Roland?" Farrell asked suddenly.

When the granddaughter of the Sword Saint heard this, her expression showed a trace of sadness, "My grandfather passed away a few years ago...... Do you guys have anything to do with him?"

"Wait a minute!, Duke Roland is dead?" Miss Witch couldn't help but be stunned, and said incredulously, "What is this? Why have I never heard of such a big thing?"

Farrell was silent, not knowing what to think.

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint said timidly: "Because there is no public relationship...... The funeral was only done simply under the auspices of the Lord of the Radiant Pagoda and Lord Kuloloa......"

"Where is his grave? Farrell took a deep breath at this time: "Take me to see it...... Once, I fought with him. ”

"You're ......," the Swordmaster's granddaughter opened her mouth in surprise.

"Barely a former comrade-in-arms. ”

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint couldn't help but show a puzzled look, but it seemed that it was easier to believe in other people's types, or had other thoughts in her heart, so she said, "This gentleman...... If you want a hanging offering, it may be a little ...... Troublesome. ”

Farrell's eyes couldn't help but be puzzled.

"You... Come with me first. The extraordinarily large girl sighed.

......

The tomb of the Duke of Roland is in a courtyard behind the castle, and because of the long-term relationship with ghosts, the roses here are not only in full bloom, but also quite neat.

In this case, it seems that the courtyard is a secluded place - but this is without the premise of ignoring the large statue in the courtyard.

"Dragon?" the witch lady exclaimed in surprise as she looked up at the huge voice that was nearly twenty meters high...... Although it is only a statue, it exudes an aura of terror at all times.

Farrell looked up at this time.

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint looked at the two and said cautiously: "This is my grandfather's most cherished companion, after Grandpa was buried here, it automatically petrified into a statue and guarded here...... Any stranger who wants to get 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 nonchalantly.

The granddaughter of the Sword Master didn't talk at this time, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Farrell walked straight towards the tomb - only as soon as he stepped into the confines of the courtyard when the floor of the courtyard shook slightly.

The eyes of the ancient giant dragon statue suddenly opened, and a pair of huge eyes that were vivid and vivid, looked at it like this.

The dragon ...... [Inhuman Realm] is only a legendary life, and it is very difficult to encounter in ordinary times. Even the golden dragon who is under the care of the Magicians Association and is well-known because of his constant search for objects is protected by the Magicians Association's biological department in every way, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see him.

When the statue's eyes opened, countless cracks appeared in the statue's body—and then it shattered, and a strong wind dispersed in all directions, accompanied by a roar in the sky.

What appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a pitch-black dragon with teeth and claws, wings spread, full of might, and the black light of the scale armor shining!

"Be careful, old fellow!" blurted out Miss Witch.

Under the gaze of the pitch-black dragon, Farrell walked directly to the grave of Duke Roland—the moment he stood at the head of the grave, the pitch-black dragon suddenly lowered its head, opened its bloody mouth towards Farrell, and once again let out the roar of the black dragon.

The worst knight in history suddenly slammed a punch into the black dragon's forehead—a huge sound that shook the surroundings...... Even louder than the roar of a dragon!

The ground outside the courtyard suddenly cracked, but the courtyard was undamaged...... However, after taking a punch, the black dragon fell directly to the ground, with gold stars in his eyes.

"Alduin...... I'm just here to see Roland, not to fight. ”

Farrell stared blankly into the black dragon's eyes, "But if you're not sober, I don't mind beating me up so you can remember who I am." ”

- You've been beaten, hey...... I said it after beating it!!

Miss Witch was behind, and she couldn't help but curse wildly in her heart...... When he turned to look at the granddaughter of the Sword Saint next to him, he found that the granddaughter of the Sword Saint also had her mouth wide open, looking like a ghost.

The Swordmaster's granddaughter turned her neck a little stiffly and looked at Miss Witch, "He... Who is he?"

Miss Witch cleared her throat and said, "Mordred...... The knight who fought the Great War a hundred years ago, you know?"

“【Mordred】...... Is he?" The Sword Saint's granddaughter's eyes widened suddenly, "He's the madman that Grandpa mentioned in his mouth?!"

"Shh——!h

Miss Witch strode forward suddenly, hurriedly reached out and covered the fat girl's mouth, and then stared cautiously at Farrell in front of the grave, as if relieved to see that he did not seem to react.

At this time, the black dragon who fell to the ground and stuck out his tongue...... Alduin's body shimmered, then shrunk little by little, and finally took the form of a black-haired young man with a cross-shaped wound on its cheek, just above the bridge of its nose.

The young man rubbed his head at this time, showing a painful appearance...... And a hellish look.

"Do you remember? ”

Farrell casually glanced at the black dragon in humanoid form.

The black dragon Alduin in front of him stood up, his face full of vigilance, "You madman...... Aren't you still dead? Aren't you being arrested and locked up?"

Farrell didn't explain the matter, and directly asked, "How did Roland die?"

"When the life expectancy is up, it naturally dies. The black dragon shook his head, "Aren't humans so fragile? ”

"With Roland's bodily functions, it is not impossible to die of natural old age, but it will take at least one or two hundred years. Farrell snorted coldly: "I didn't die, and naturally he won't die!"

"Sick to death!" said the black dragon Alduin impatiently for another reason.

Farrell raised his eyebrows, and a violent and crazy aura suddenly swept through the entire courtyard...... The black dragon young man in front of him couldn't help but change slightly, but he didn't seem to be going to say yes, he just gritted his teeth and looked unintimidated.

God knows why its legs are trembling a little at this point.

It's just that Farrell didn't move, just maintained this terrifying momentum, motionless - suddenly, Farrell's figure flashed, but it was not attacking the black dragon, but the granddaughter of the sword saint next to the witch lady.

It's also a punch.

This punch could directly knock the black dragon to the ground, but now it was a delicate ...... Well, a girl, the end seems to be imaginable.

"Old fellow, you're crazy again!"

At this time, the Sword Saint's granddaughter seemed to be completely stunned when she saw the fist in front of her, and she looked motionless in fright...... The fist finally stopped in front of the face of the granddaughter of the Sword Master.

It's two inches off.

Farrell didn't withdraw his arm, just stared at the other party, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you finished learning Roland's Sword Saint Technique?"

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint seemed to have just reacted at this time, "Huh? What are you talking about...... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!

I saw that a long sword, pointed straight from the bottom to the top, and the position of the tip of the sword was impressively pointed at Farrell's throat...... It's an inch off.

The granddaughter of the Sword Saint seemed to have no idea about this, her face panicked, and she directly threw down the long sword in her hand, but she still hugged the equal-height pillow in her hand and apologized vigorously.

"Hahahaha!!!"

The black dragon Alduin suddenly held his stomach and laughed, pointing at Farrell and mocking: "Have you eaten deflated, old madman!! Leia's swordsmanship, even when Luo was still alive, had to be deflated!

Farrell didn't look angry at all, and grabbed the Sword Saint's granddaughter directly with his backhand...... Leia's wrist said, "Very good! You are much better than the group of unsuccessful guys in the knight agency, barely qualified! I want you! Follow me!"

"Huh? Where are you going?" the Sword Saint's granddaughter suddenly panicked, "That... How much to give me... How long did it take to prepare...... It's so fast......"

- What's the situation?

Miss Witch was obviously a little unresponsive.

Farrell directly grabbed Leia's wrist at this time, and after a dodge, he appeared next to the black dragon, and his palm directly pinched the back of the opponent's neck.

After hearing the black dragon's painful wail, its body suddenly became huge...... Directly restored the body of the black dragon.

Farrell stood directly on the black dragon's neck, and at this time his palm was still against the back of the black dragon's neck, "Let's go! Go to the Magicians Association, I'm going to see Huiyao!"

"Old madman, why are you riding on me!!" the black dragon refused to agree, and writhed wildly in the air.

"Disobedient, then I'll let the Black Dragon Clan go extinct!"

Stopped...... The black dragon's writhing stopped all of a sudden, only to hear it say viciously: "Listen, I just don't want you to be in Leia's hands! This is a strategic compromise! Don't be complacent!!"

It roared unwillingly, its wings spread, and it was about to fly away from the castle.

"Old fellow, you want to run away again?!"

Seeing this, Miss Witch stomped her foot, and the emerald green wings on her high heels spread out again, and then quickly jumped onto the black dragon's back, and said with a sweet smile: "Excuse me." ”

“...... Another one?!"

......

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The Torredo clan.

In front of the cliff, the Lord of the Radiant Tower, the true dragon of Shenzhou, and the little Fluttershy demon holding the golden apple are looking out at the ruins of the castle surrounded by cliffs in the distance.

The vampires, like bees, are busy moving rubble that can no longer be used.

"Depending on the situation, Fafnir should have made a big fuss here. The Lord of the Radiant Pagoda sighed softly at this time, and naturally looked at the true dragon of Shenzhou.

"Well, this guy's energy is quite high. Shenzhou Zhenlong nodded, "The effect of this medicine is really good, I'll get some for you when I go back!"

Hearing this, Fluttershy, who was holding the apple, couldn't help but blush...... Get some more??

Do you want to do that kind of comfortable thing again......