[Discover unknown strange objects, identify the ......]

[Yes/Do you consume 1000XP for identification?] 】

When Dean's fingers touched the scroll, such a prompt appeared in front of his eyes, and Dean was naturally extremely surprised by this.

Because, it can be said that such a situation has appeared for the first time.

In the past, identification relied more on his knowledge and experience.

There has never been such a recognition of the XP value of the cost.

"I know, but I don't have the power to recognize? Or does the system think I should know, but need XP as energy to make up for it? ”

Dean guessed.

But whether it's the former or the latter, it's enough to show that it's a good thing.

Therefore, he immediately agreed to the other party's request.

As for it, why not recognize it now?

Dean couldn't guarantee what would happen to the scroll in front of him after it was recognized, and if it was too terrifying, it would definitely be extraordinary.

And that's what Dean doesn't want to see.

After all, it's already his stuff, and if there is any accident, it's not good enough.

Especially in a plane like Delfendilan that is restricted by the rules.

Dean's greatest advantage: when force is limited, even more so.

Dean has a deep understanding of people's fickleness and greed.

Maybe the Pound in front of you. Thunder is really for Droz. The Thunder are making some trades with him.

But if it weren't for the fact that the Thunder City-State was really in a desperate situation, would the other party do this?

The answer, of course, is no.

And once something emerges that can reverse the status quo, will the other party trade or continue?

Equally. The answer is also no.

So. Dean nodded dryly. Put the things in your hands first, and then talk about the rest.

And these things, Pound. Thunder didn't know it, and after seeing Dean nodding, he immediately said sincerely, "Please, Lord Sage!" ”

"As long as it's within my ability, I'll do it!"

Dean also gave a guarantee, but such a guarantee has a premise.

Within your reach!

To put it simply. Once it's out of scope, then it's not up to Dean to be responsible.

Dean is far from putting his life into it because of the deal in front of him.

Similarly, Pound. Thunder also knows.

Moreover, this old man who has a lot of experience does not object to Dean's statement.

Of course, even if you are dissatisfied, the other party will not show it.

After that, it's all about small talk in the cabin.

However, most of them are Pound. Thunder again. Dean listened.

For Pound. All the human geography that Thunder said about Delfendilland, Dean was very interested - both knowing himself and his enemy. There is also a natural interest.

It's an extension of reading.

Time passes in such small talk.

When Dean left the cabin again, Droz. Thunder was already waiting in front of the lobby of the Ancestral Spirit Land.

In Droz. Next to Thunder was a team of fifteen people.

Each one exudes a not weak aura, but each one is expressionless, as stiff as wood, and his eyes are even deeper, without waves.

Dead soldiers of the Thunder family!

As Dean swept over the men, speculation immediately crossed his mind.

These men were no different from some of the aristocratic dead men he had seen.

If you want to talk about the difference, that is, the difference in strength.

However, the identity of the dead does not change.

And rightfully so!

After all, what Dro Thunder did was basically a life of death, and any reasonable person, unless it was a lifelong friendship, no one would follow Delo more. Thunder.

Not to mention the current unstable situation in the Holy Helm City.

"Sage-sama!"

Dressed in a black-and-blue cape, wearing soft armor inside, carrying a special leather bag on his chest and abdomen, and two long swords hanging on either side of his waist. Thunder nodded to Dean.

"These are the elites of the Thunder Family, and they will accompany us!"

Darrow. Thunder said, and fifteen dead men saluted Dean.

The movements are meticulous, but somewhat rigid, like a robot.

Dean didn't blame him in the slightest.

The needs of the dead are one-time consumables.

There is a lot of investment, but no one really instills affection!

A true dead soldier only needs to know orders and obey them.

As for the rest?

Except for basic physiological needs, it is better not to have it.

"Shall we go?"

Dean looked around, looking for transportation.

This time to go to Thunder City, it is absolutely impossible to ride a horse, there is no time at all, if it is just him and Delo. If Thunder is a player, it naturally relies on its own strength.

But, with these dead men, apparently Droz. Thunder is arranged otherwise.

"Please follow me!"

Darrow. Thunder said.

Then, with Dean, Dead and Pound. Thunder walked towards the lobby of the Ancestral Spirit Land.

Passing through the lobby, I went straight to the statue of the original founder of the Thunder Family. Thunder knelt down on one knee and saluted, and behind him the dead man, Pound. Thunder is all about it.

Only Dean, as an outsider, bowed his head slightly, maintaining basic etiquette.

"Ancestor, I need to use your legacy - please bless the entire Thunder Family!"

Darrow. Thunder prayed in a low voice.

When the voice fell completely, the young man stood up and walked behind the statue, searching for something.

Click!

A moment later, there was a sound of machine springs.

Behind the statue, a passage appears.

The moment the passage appeared, Dean saw Pound. Thunder's surprise, obviously, the other party does not know the existence of this secret passage.

Is it the authority of the heir of the family again?

Dean shrugged at this, didn't think much of it, and went straight after him.

This is a downward channel. There are layers of stairs. Torches on the walls. When the passage is opened, it is automatically ignited.

The brilliance of the flames brightened the entire passage.

The group was in Droz. Under the leadership of the thunder, he moved forward quickly, and after a while, he came to a wide area.

"This is the belly of the mountain?"

Bond. Thunder looked at it for a moment and asked with a little speculation.

"Well, this is the mountainside of the Holy Helm City, and it is also a place where the Ancestor left a legacy depository - I was receiving the power of the Ancestral Spirit. I got some of the memories of my ancestors...... So, I know that! ”

Facing Pound. Thunder's puzzled look, Dro. Thunder explained.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly realized.

No one would doubt the power of the ancestral spirits.

However, Dean saw the bitterness in the young man's eyes.

Naturally, Dean wasn't going to have nothing to do, just stood aside and quietly watched—

The sound of a muffled incantation from Droz. Thunder came out of his mouth.

When the last syllable of the spell fell, Dean could feel it clearly. Anomaly in front of you.

Spatial changes?!

Dean was surprised to see the empty mountainside in front of him, filled with an airship. And the side of the mountainside has opened an opening enough for the airship to move forward.

An airship with a large bag, a propeller, and a cabin attached to it.

And under the airship, there is a runway that leads to the exit of the mountainside.

Everything comes in the blink of an eye!

"The original founder of the Thunder Family, an amazing guy!"

Dean exclaimed.

Being able to use the power of space, even if the choice of path is special and the 'domain' is special, it is also an existence that makes the gods look sideways.

It's like after Dean became a giant, that kind of simple strength is no longer inferior to some gods with weak divine power, but strength is just strength.

The way the gods fight is far from relying on strength like gladiatorial fights and wrestling.

What's more, it's just some gods with weak divine power.

Therefore, Dean will never give up on the path and domain of self-improvement.

"Thunder?!"

Bond. Thunder stood there and exclaimed loudly, his whole face filled with disbelief.

"Didn't the ancestors crash in their fight against the Tempest? How so? ”

The old man kept muttering to himself.

The next moment, though, his eyes lit up.

"With the Thunder, this mission is at least one percent more certain! Ancestors bless! Ancestors bless! ”

The old man stretched out his hand and trembled to touch the outer deck of the airship in front of him, where the whole person burst into tears.

And the young man's lips moved slightly, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

"Ready, let's go!"

The young man said.

Dean was the first to walk up, and for Dean, although he had already seen the astral ships, it was the first time he had seen the airship.

Moreover, it is completely different from the airship he knows in his hometown.

Power has changed from heat to magic.

So Dean looked around with a bit of curiosity.

However, that doesn't mean Dean's attention is all here.

Under the superior perception, some words appeared in his ears-

"Young Lord, please rely more on the strength of the Sage, and don't take risks yourself!"

"Hmm!"

"With the Thunder, your safety can be greatly enhanced, even if you encounter a flying monster, it can't compare to the speed of the Thunder!"

"Okay!"

"Everything in Holy Helmet City, I will deal with it seriously, none of those guys will be left!"

"Got it!"

……

Bond. Thunder's words were serious, serious, and murderous.

However, Droz. Thunder is a little perfunctory.

Even, absent-mindedly.

And at the end of such a conversation, Droz. Thunder boarded the airship and headed towards Pound. Thunder waved goodbye, and then, in the jet behind the airship, there was a sudden roar.

Bang!

Like an arrow from a string, the Thunder flew out of the mountainside along its tracks.

The flying sac filled with special energy filled up in an instant.

Rushing!

The propeller spun even faster.

Far from slowing down, the Thunder did not slow down.

Instead, he marched towards Thunder City at an even more exaggerated pace.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the sky.

Bond. Thunder watched all this silently and blessed Droz. Thunder, and then, walked out of the mountainside quickly.

When standing outside the lobby of the Ancestral Spirit Land, looking at the subordinates who had been waiting in front of him for a long time, the cold killing intent began to fill the old man's face, and he said in a low voice: "Let those half-hearted guys go to hell to confess!" Kill me, don't leave a single one! ”

"Yes!"

The Guardians replied in unison, and then, as soon as they disappeared.

Only the old man was left standing there quietly, looking at the lobby behind him, looking at the twenty-three statues in the lobby.

That gaze penetrated time and saw the birth, hardship, prosperity, and prosperity of the Thunder Family.

The old man squeezed his fist violently and roared lowly.

"The Thunder Family will never perish!"

PS Second Update~

This chapter is timed~

It's cold! It's cold!

Decadent is going to eat mutton pot!

Thank you for the prodigal son who wanders all over the world for the reward of 200 starting coins, and the reward of 10 starting coins for the wind and dust~~~ Decadent bow again and thank you for your support~~~ (To be continued......)