"But!"

Cervantes reluctantly raised his left hand and stroked the dagger that had been inserted into his heart, "Unfortunately, that's all!"

The wanderer's smile froze on his face forever, and he stared at his eyes, but he couldn't see the figure of the black dragon, only the voice!

His vision was blurred, his hands had lost their strength, and as he lay dying, he could only look at the sky with angry eyes, as if he was cursing something, or he was angry at his indisputability...... Why didn't that black dragon die?!

Hard work is not everything!

Although they almost killed their enemies, they also earned the respect of Cervantes.

Their efforts deserve respect, even if they almost killed him, it was really only the last point, even now, his life is constantly draining, if not treated in time, he will definitely die here!

They are powerful, no matter what their purpose is, but at least they are willing to give their lives for the sake of their goals, and that alone is enough for Cervantes to respect them!

Cervantes is a black dragon, he is a dragon, and it is naturally impossible to have the same concept as humans.

No matter what kind of dragon it is, no matter what kind of dragon it is, no matter what kind of dragon it is, if it is a dragon, if their enemies can kill them in a duel, then their enemies will be able to gain their respect before they die.

The dragon is proud, even arrogant, and if he can defeat the dragon, then the enemy is bound to be very strong, and there is nothing to regret about dying at the hands of such an enemy!

The same can be said of Cervantes, who simply told them the fruits of their efforts so that the wanderer would not 'die blindly', but he seems to have screwed up......

But he didn't think much of it, because if he continued to delay, he might die.

'Latinia, help me-'

The goddess of fortune smiled as if she had heard something again.

That stupid dragon!

That stupid dragon actually knows how to communicate with himself through his divine powers?

Before the Goddess of Fortune's surprise passed, she was immediately frightened, 'If you don't help me, I may die here!'

'Go and call Sera...... ' Cervantes on the other side seemed to have become weak, and the goddess of fortune had sensed his weakness in his mind.

‘...... My heart was pierced through ......'

Boom!

The Goddess of Fortune slammed to her feet and knocked down the chair behind her, but she didn't care, turned and took a step, striding towards the door.

"Sera!

The goddess of fortune pushed the door open with all her strength, even causing the door panel to crash into the paladin who was guarding the side of the gate.

She shouted the maid's nickname as she ran, and at the same time kept calling Cervantes in her heart, and her anxiety was palpable.

The goddess of fortune didn't hear the maid's response, and hurriedly pulled a person beside her, "Do you know where the maid is?"

The person she grabbed happened to be one of her disciples, and after looking up, she lowered her head in panic, "My lord—"

"Shut up!"

The goddess of fortune rudely interrupted the believer's words, and she whispered with a hideous face: "Do you know?!

The believers had never seen such a goddess of wealth, so they were suddenly frightened and couldn't say a word.

"Who?!"

The goddess of wealth let go of her hand, pushed the believer away, and shouted around, "Who knows where the chief maid is?!"

"I'm here!"

The maid stepped out of the crowd, her brows furrowed, "What happened?"

Because of the safety of the goddess of wealth, if Cervantes was not by her side, she would stay in the town hall, where the magic circle set up by the maid and no killer could sneak in.

There was a riot at the town hall, so the maid knew about it as soon as possible.

As soon as she came back from outside, she had only reached the second floor when she heard Latinia screaming, which gave her some bad premonitions, and made the heart palpitations that had just appeared for some reason even worse.

'Something must have happened, otherwise Latinia would never have been so alarmed!'

When the goddess of fortune saw the maid, she rushed over and grabbed her arm, and said urgently, "Quick! Teleport! Seth, Seth ......"

Before the goddess of fortune could finish speaking, the maid began to chant a spell quickly, and before the people around them realized what was happening, a flash of light flashed, and the maid and the goddess of fortune disappeared before their eyes.

The people looked at each other, and suddenly remembered that they had not seen their lord in a long time......

"It can't be ......" A civil servant looked panicked, swallowed his saliva, and guessed, "What happened to the lord, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"What do you say?" one of them snorted angrily, "How could something happen to the lord? He had defeated an incarnation of an evil god before!

The civil servant shrunk his neck and muttered, "No, that's not what I meant......"

"What do you mean if you don't mean that?" The others didn't intend to let him go, but pressed on him step by step.

"Are you trying to say that Lord Lord is going to die?"

"Or—"

"Stop!"

The deputy minister of the Ministry of Finance stepped forward to interrupt the civil servants, and after he spoke, everyone fell silent.

The deputy minister looked at these people and couldn't help but be angry, "Look at what you look like now? Do you know what you just did? Ah? Bullying your colleagues? Don't you think that in your heart? He just said what he thought in his heart! And you?"

He glanced at these people with cold eyes, "Do you think that you can change the truth by evading yourself because of fear, and if something really happens to the lord, how can your words change the facts?"

"Now, get me back to work!" the deputy minister pointed at them, "Don't talk about it until you have a definite message, whether it's you or you—"

As he spoke, he pointed to the civil servant who had spoken first, and shook his finger, "Don't mention it again!" No one is allowed to talk about it until the head maid returns. Something may not have happened to the lord, and if you talk about it, it will only cause panic and cause more trouble to our police brothers before the lord returns, so do you all understand?"

Knowing reason, moving with emotion, if this deputy minister was not capable, he would not have been promoted to this position by the maid, you know, he was born in a civilian family.

"Got it......

The civil servants are a little depressed, but the deputy minister can't manage so much, because Wende City is not big, and there are not too many real officials, more clerks and clerks.

He still has a lot of important work to do, so he nodded to these civil servants, "That's good, let's all go to work!"

With that, he hurried away, the civil servants looked at each other, stepped back or sat back in their seats, and the Ministry of Finance was up again, but much quieter than before.

The goddess of fortune did not know how much chaos she had caused, and she was teleported to Cervantes by the maid, and at first glance she saw the dagger stuck in the black dragon's chest.

He's really dying......

Standing here, the goddess of wealth could feel that his life was constantly draining, so after the space stabilized, she immediately used a [medical technique] on Cervantes to stabilize his state.

- [Healing Fatal Wounds]!

- [Breath of Life]!

While it would take twice as much power to visit other realms, Latinia couldn't do that much now.

Consuming divine power to heal is already a luxury in itself, and besides, this is not her holy city, and it is simply wishful thinking to quickly replenish divine power, and after this treatment, it will take at least two months for the goddess of wealth to recover.

After the black dragon had recovered a little from his injuries, the maid pulled out the dagger stuck in Cervantes' heart as instructed by the goddess of wealth, looked at it with disgust, and then put it away.

The light flashed in the hands of the goddess of wealth, and the black dragon's breath finally stabilized.

Feeling the swelling pain of his heart beating, Cervantes slowly opened his eyes and saw the maid at first sight!

Then the Goddess of Fortune hurried over and asked, "How are you?" Seth, are you alright?"

The maid did not speak, but looked at him in silence.

Behind Cervantes was leaning against a tree that had been burned to charcoal, his eyes were a little dazed, and he grinned reluctantly.

Who made him a dragon?

If it weren't for the strong vitality of the dragon clan, maybe he would have died a long time ago......

"For the time being...... It's nothing......"