It was a man dressed in an emerald militia uniform.

Not young, but not old, between the age of just maturity, with a beard on his chin, covering his white face, his eyes were pale brown, and he looked at Dean with a slightly hesitant gaze, his arm slightly raised, and then quickly put it down.

Apparently, the militiaman was rethinking how to greet Dean.

"Tiger, you take Lauder and Kerr to York City first, I need to take care of something!"

Dean pointed to the militia in front of him and commanded directly.

Lauder and Tiger looked at the militia in front of them with a little surprise.

The other party did not hide his figure, so he could see it at a glance.

However, what the two couldn't figure out was, how could a militia be associated with their own adults?

Lauder, in particular, almost instinctively glanced at the militiaman, but still did not find the slightest discovery.

However, the two will definitely not disobey Dean's orders.

"Yes, sir!"

The two replied, and then, Tiger picked up Lauder, and with the other arm, he wrapped his ear around him, and ran out at a rapid speed, and after a few breaths, he was gone.

When the two subordinates and his hound were far away, Dean's eyes fell on the militia on the other side again.

And when he came into contact with Dean's gaze, the militiaman seemed to be more and more embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean ......"

The militia in front of him opened his mouth to apologize.

"I think we should talk somewhere else!"

Dean didn't say much, just glanced around.

It is close to the walls of the Emerald Capital, although it is due to the presence of the young king. And it became heavily guarded. But there was absolutely no shortage of guards to come and go.

Therefore. If you want to talk about something, it's definitely not a good place.

"Of course!"

The militia in front of him immediately reacted and nodded again and again.

Then, Dean was in front and the militia was behind, and the two quickly left the city wall and entered the relatively empty and uninhabited field.

When it was confirmed that no one was coming, there was no so-called surveillance around. Dean turned and looked at the other again.

Very serious, but with a strange look.

The other party is strong!

At least all of them are really gold.

Maybe Tiger, Lauder, or even Ke'er didn't find out, but for Dean, it was impossible to hide, and as his perception also entered the gold level, some familiar feelings returned to Dean's body again, making him more and more acute.

At least, the person in front of him can't avoid his inquiry.

As for that strange look?

It's because of the other party's expression.

The other party didn't look like a person with gold-level strength at all.

Opposite. The other party is like a simple teenager from the countryside who has lived in a big city for a while - although he has accepted a new life. But it retains the simplicity it should have.

In the bodies of Siren, Ike, Maher, Chad and other young people from the Knights of Ficharon, Dean often saw such expressions.

Under Dean's scrutiny, the militiaman became more and more cramped.

However, he is also trying to show his intentions -

"I don't have the slightest malice, I just need help...... If you can! ”

Slightly uneasy, the militiaman added a sentence very much.

"Do you need help? What kind of help? ”

Curious, Dean asked without moving.

With enough experience, Dean already knew how to deal with the situation in front of him.

Taking the initiative is a good choice, and of course, you also need to know the other party's intentions.

"Suzanne and Malcolm are ready for a showdown, and I don't want to be involved, but such things can't change with my will, and in the same way, I don't want to accept the olive branch of either Suzanne and Malcolm, because they are both cannibalistic guys who don't spit out bones, and I know very well that I helped one of them kill the other, and when that one really wins, that's when I'm killed......"

In the face of Dean's inquiry, the militia in front of him became gushing.

And the two names mentioned in his words made Dean frown.

Susanna, the saint of the Ring of Morbius.

Malcolm, the name may not be famous, but his identity is known to everyone: High Priest of the Cult!

Someone who can relate to such two characters......

Dean immediately had some speculation in his mind.

And as if to confirm Dean's guess, the militia in front of him began to reveal his identity-

"My current name is Elliot and I own a restaurant in the bazaar of the Emerald Capital, and I'm happy with my life now, so, don't want it to be broken, but something is always unavoidable...... The third god son of the Ring of Morbius, 'Flowing Fire', has seen Lord Zelgaon! ”

With a long sigh, the militia in front of him ...... No, no, when the other party says the pronoun 'flowing fire', the breath of the other party's whole body changes.

Although it is still the uniform of the militia, but under the background of that atmosphere, no one will regard it as a militia.

At the same time, the 'blood of God' in Dean's chest began to burn.

The long-lost hunger pang reappeared again.

And this proves that the other side is not lying.

"When I first mentioned you to me, I was a little incredulous - you know, how difficult it was for us to form, not only did it take a lot of manpower and material resources, but it also required unspeakable luck! And you have completed this transformation process by yourself, which really makes me have to admire! ”

The change in breath makes the 'flowing fire' seem to have a change in personality.

is no longer the appearance of a simple boy who lived in a big city before, but has simply become a bard who can speak, and at the end of that sentence, there is even an aria.

"Death ......"

Face the name. Dean frowned.

The Fifth Son of the Ring of Morbius: Heavenly Death.

Undoubtedly a guy who makes Dean wary.

Although the other party did not show bad intentions. Even. There was also a hint of kindness, but Dean didn't want to believe that someone he had only met once and hadn't had much contact with.

It's like a fire in front of you.

Of course, the most fundamental reason is that Dean has always been wary of the Ring of Morbius.

"Maybe you're mistaken, I really didn't have any ill intentions in coming to you - as I said, I'm having a good time as a restaurateur. I don't want to break my current life, so I ...... Let's make an alliance! ”

As if seeing Dean's vigilance, the third god son 'Flowing Fire' explained.

"You've been caught up in the battle between Suzanne and Malcolm, and you won't really trust either of them, and you'll be in the same situation as me after the war! Therefore, the alliance between the two of us is the most correct, especially after seeing your table on the city wall. I think so! ”

"Suzanne will give you some favor to woo you, Malcolm's words. will let you join his camp in a more direct way, which is definitely not a good means; Just now, the disappearance of the Emerald Capital's defensive magic array was the ghost of Malcolm's guy! ”

The third god son 'Flowing Fire' began that kind of gushing narration again, and it seemed ...... Quite nagging.

Looking at the third god son's 'Flowing Fire', Dean naturally thought of some friends who used to be completely ladies and gentlemen in the face of strangers, but when facing acquaintances, they kept gushing about meat jokes.

Those friends who are so long ago that he almost forgets jì.

"You say an alliance, then...... What can you do? ”

When the third god son 'Flowing Fire' was about to continue to persuade Dean, Dean interrupted the other party's words and asked directly.

"I can provide you with enough help, both in terms of strength and all kinds of information, I am a good ally!"

The third Miko 'Flowing Fire' laughed.

"That's not enough - believe me, I know more than you know about some information, and as for strength?"

Dean shook his head and looked at the Third Divine Son, 'Flowing Fire', with a scrutinizing gaze.

And the latter's expression was irrepressibly stunned.

Then he asked with a wry smile: "Do you see it?" ”

"You may have wanted to draw my attention to the inconsistencies in your personality, and I did get some attention, but I still paid more attention to you—the Ring of Möbius, the Son of God, and...... Blood of the Gods! ”

Dean said slowly.

He never forgot his own speculation that the 'son of God', catalyzed by the 'blood of the gods', may be powerful, but it has considerable limitations.

And it is precisely because of this restriction that they choose a more 'secluded' approach.

Otherwise, having gold-level strength, but being willing to be ordinary, is really not in line with the experience of the 'children of God'.

They are not strong people who have reached the gold level step by step in the real sense, nor have they become tired of experiencing a lot of prosperity.

Therefore, it is impossible to be willing to be ordinary.

On the contrary, the pain, suffering, and death they have experienced are enough for them to choose more material bases to compensate for themselves.

However, there are certain 'constraints' that make it impossible for them to truly achieve 'freedom'!

Therefore, in the 'Son of God', there are such twisted creatures as burial remains and soul killing.

In the same way, there is also the appearance of the elusive existence of the heavenly corpse.

As for the flowing fire in front of you?

The identity that the other party said before should be true.

Dean is sure of that.

However, is there any love that the other side is talking about?

Dean is skeptical about this.

"Damn 'God's Blood'...... It's like a maggot on a tarsal bone and it makes a mess of my life! ”

With a low snort, the fire shrugged at Dean and walked towards the Emerald Capital.

"Did you just leave?"

Dean asked.

"Since I can't get your help, then I need to make more preparations!"

Flowing Fire replied.

"Perhaps, we can talk about it again!"

Dean said with a deep groan.

Liuhuo was stunned, but his footsteps stopped involuntarily.

PS first update ~ (to be continued......) R1292