By the time the fire returned to the camp again, it was already early afternoon.

He greeted Dean as usual, and then returned to his room, which was not all tents, but a few small buildings in addition to the sentry posts and towers.

Originally, it was a warehouse for the quartermaster to place military supplies that had to be protected from moisture or sunlight, but by the time Dean took over the camp, those military supplies had already been moved away at Dean's signal; Therefore, among the several small buildings that were vacated, Liuhuo chose one of the small buildings that did not need to be exposed to sunlight as a foothold.

Squeak!

With a slight screeching sound, the window on the left side of the small building was pushed open.

A qiē is very ordinary, as if returning to the family to ventilate at home.

Only Dean and Driftfire understood what it meant.

一qiē顺lì!

Flowing Fire meant this to Dean.

With a sweep of his gaze, Dean narrowed his eyes slightly.

Dean is quite confident in the changed plans.

It's not because of how ingenious and seamless the plan is, it's just that he has grasped the ring of Morbius, the grudge and greed between the gods and religions.

After the disappearance of the Emerald Grand Duke and King Setty, the greed of the two organizations for Goddez prompted them to fight to the death in the Sky City.

Undoubtedly, both sides of this war demand victory for their side.

So, that gave Dean a chance.

Especially when the third god son 'Flowing Fire' appeared, it made this plan even more feasible.

After all, compared to him, an outsider, the Flowing Fire from the Ring of Morbius has too much convenience, and it is not easy to arouse the suspicion of others.

The cunning, greed and tyranny of the Ring of Morbius have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Even if Driftfire behaves in some unusual ways, it will be considered reasonable.

Even, both Suzanne and Malcolm were happy to see such a scene.

Because, only this kind of flowing fire will cooperate more closely with them and get the qiē they want to get.

As for the image of the restaurateur?

Disguise!

This is definitely the evaluation of the two of them on the flow of fire.

They absolutely do not believe in the willingness of the fire.

In fact, Dean didn't believe it at first, and it was only after an in-depth conversation with Driftfire that he gradually became willing to believe what Driftfire said, but he still retained some of his opinions.

Of course, this does not prevent Driftfire from being a qualified collaborator.

Overall, the other party did a pretty good job!

Dean, who squinted slightly, once again returned to normal.

He raised his head to look at the sky, put his plan aside for a moment, and began to recall a qiē in the Conqueror King's Fantasy Realm.

Under the eyes of the Ring of Morbius and the Cult of God, it was impossible for Dean to go to the place where the body of the King of Conquest and the [Dragon's Head Sword] were kept, because not only did they exist there, but his wife was also there.

Although there are enough guards left, such guards are only used against ordinary enemies.

For the gold-level powerhouses after the 'metamorphosis', they are not in this ranks.

And whether it is the Ring of Morbius or the Cult of God, there is no shortage of golden powerhouses.

Leave aside the respective leaders of both sides.

In the Ring of Morbius, there is the Prince of Gosai and the second god son 'Tin Bone'.

In the Cult of God, there is the first priest of the Dark Hall.

And that's just what he knows, perhaps...... There was something hidden that he didn't know.

Dean has been cautious and skeptical about this.

The various studies of the Ring of Morbius, the secrets of the Divine Cult of the Divine Island, no one can say clearly, with more than ten or twenty years of accumulation, what they can do.

So Dean knew he had to be careful.

A faint dragon power mixed with the aura of the way of killing emanated from Dean's body, and he raised his fist again, slammed it into the sky, and smashed it out.

Bang!

In the muffled sound, in Dean's fist, the air flow formed a cone-shaped air bullet, which flew straight up, and rippled through the sky.

It took more than two hundred feet before it gradually dissipated.

Such an ordinary punch exerts an astonishing power, not only in terms of distance, but also in terms of power, although it is aimed at the sky, but the strength emitted by the ripples of the air waves can already make people speculate that this punch is a mountain splitting stone.

However, in the face of this punch, Dean still shook his head.

It is still too far from the so-called 'Seal of the Overlord' in memory.

Or rather, two different concepts entirely.

The punches he swung now were entirely based on his powerful body.

And the 'Seal of the Overlord' is another kind, not a body, it should be ...... Soul!

"Soul?"

Dean asked softly.

Then, Dean stood in the barracks, quietly waiting.

The transaction with the Morbius Ring Holy Maiden, Dean naturally will not forget it, and the time agreed by the other party is after sunset, and at this moment, the sun is already in the west.

When the last rays of the sun disappeared, the moonlight fell under the night sky.

In this glimmer of moonlight, the brilliance shimmers.

Suzanne appeared in front of Dean in a fleeting light.

"Marshal Zelgaon, have you waited a long time?"

Susanna, who was holding a roll in her hand and could detect the ancient parchment scroll with only the naked eye, asked with a chuckle.

"Something I need!"

Dean didn't pay any attention to anything else and said straightforwardly.

"Of course, of course, it's yours - but you don't have much time to study it, a week! We need to get to the city in the sky in a week! ”

Suzanne reiterated as she handed the Sheepskin Scroll to Dean.

"Don't worry, my promise will be valid, and I will rush to Sky City within a week!"

Dean took the Sheepskin Scroll and said lightly.

"Your reputation can guarantee your word!"

Suzanne smiled again, and then, the whole person turned into a looming moonlight, and quickly disappeared.

After confirming that the other party had left, Dean lowered his head and looked at the ancient parchment scroll in his hand.

【Discover special strange objects and distinguish the middle ......】

[Identification of unknown secret arts, yes/no to learn ......]

Two system prompts appeared in Dean's eyes.

However, Dean was not in a hurry to study, but unfolded the ancient scroll and read it carefully—the benefits of traditional cultivation made Dean more motivated to read in this way.

But, as he read, Dean's brow furrowed.

And when he finished reading, Dean's brow tightened.

It's not that Suzanne has deceived him, the secret technique called the 'Law of Suffering' recorded in this Parchment Scroll is indeed a secret technique of the soul.

However, as the name suggests, it takes not only time and understanding to practice this secret art, but also countless 'sufferings'.

From the initial blow to the body with a stick, to the subsequent sword stabbing, knife cutting, and even the perception of fire and flooding, and the edge of death, we can complete the cultivation of the 'Suffering Method' and achieve the goal of strengthening the soul.

Moreover, it takes an extremely long time.

According to the records on the Sheepskin Scrolls, this process will take at least ten years!

Of course, more important is ...... Based on the experience of the [Shadow Call], Dean is sure that the 'Suffering Method' and the [Shadow Call] are general, not relying on XP to increase the level, but relying on the Cheng dù of 'Tribulation'.

"It's really in line with the style of the Ring of Morbius!"

Although he knew that Suzanne would definitely play some tricks in the trade, Dean had nothing to say in the face of this 'method of suffering'.

Because, this is indeed a book of soul secrets.

It's just that it takes a little longer, and the process is a little harder.

Looking at the ancient parchment scroll in his hand, Dean raised his hand and summoned a family guard to the front, and ordered, "Go and help me ask Tris. His Excellency Deta is here! ”

"Yes, sir!"

The family guard bowed and said.

……

The Grand Duke Swordsman did not ride a horse, but only took a sword and rode to the barracks in the carriage of the Zelgang family.

For Dean's invitation at night, the Grand Duke Swordsman was a little apprehensive and shy.

In fact, after impulsively saying something that shouldn't have been said that day, the Grand Duke Swordsman instinctively avoided Dean.

Even, she kept telling herself that she liked Merry, and for Dean, she just wanted to find someone who didn't hate her, give birth to a child together, and inherit the Deta family.

Moreover, this is my aunt's request, not what she really wants.

Such words appeared again and again in the mind of the Grand Duke Sword Master.

"Your Excellency Deta? Lord Deta? ”

There were shouts in my ears.

"What's wrong? Has it arrived? ”

The Grand Duke Swordsman came back to his senses and looked up at the barracks in front of him.

"Yes, Lord Deta! My family is waiting for you inside! ”

The family guard handed over the carriage to the guards at the gate of the barracks, and personally walked towards the barracks with the chief swordsman.

"Your Excellency, Lord Deta has arrived!"

The family guard said outside a small building.

"Instructor, please come in!"

The voice was clear through the door, and the Grand Duke Swordsman could even think of Dean sitting behind his desk, looking up some of the composure of the text.

After thanking the guards of the Zelgang family, the Grand Duke Swordsman pushed the door and entered.

As she had guessed, Dean did sit behind her desk, but instead of the text she had imagined, she was looking at a parchment scroll.

And when he saw this parchment scroll, the chief swordsman of the Grand Duke, who had been worried, let out a long breath.

In her experience, the Parchment Scroll in front of Dean must be a scroll that records some kind of secret art and secret tradition.

And the purpose for Dean to invite her here is naturally self-evident.

As the chief swordsman of the Jade Grand Duke, strength is one thing, and he has a lot of secret techniques and secret traditions, and teaching students according to their aptitude is the most important thing.

However, when he understood this, the Grand Duke Swordsman was a little disappointed.

It's a very light, very light kind.

It's almost unwilling.

"Trouble with secret arts, secret transmission?"

With a smile to disguise, the Grand Duke Swordsman asked.

"Yes, Instructor!"

Dean smiled and nodded, and handed the 'Suffering Method' in his hand to the Grand Duke Sword Master in front of him.

At the same time, he picked up a chair and placed it behind the Grand Duke Swordsman.

Dean's movements were natural, no different from when he was in Tyrling.

The Grand Duke Swordsman sat down.

It's also natural.

At least, that's what it seems.

PS First Shift ~ R1152