Unlike when we first met, after moving to the forest, the black dragon bathed diligently, and this place was not a swamp, so there was no such strange smell.

The fire crackled in the fire, and the maid leaned against Cervantes's belly, holding the embodied 'Book of Wisdom' in her hand.

This is a quaint-looking book, very thick, every page is full of dense words, it looks only so thick, but no matter how you turn it, you can't finish it.

As a very lowB system, the Book of Wisdom, which is not even a system, can only allow her to have knowledge, and the Book of Wisdom will not give her anything other than knowledge.

[Knowledge is the most precious thing in this world, you will never know how many things are recorded in my book, no one knows except my first master!]

Although I know that when I cultivate myself in this unserious system, I want to tell myself that I can't get something for nothing, so I still need to do some 'tasks' when I want to gain knowledge...... It's all about designing tasks based on interest, thieves pits, thieves and chickens are troublesome!

However, the maid was pleased that it could be used as a spell book, and that the pages would never run out.

"Chaos has not opened the world and chaos, vast and unseen, since Pangu broke Hongmeng, opened up from Zi Qing turbidity, covered the masses of beings to people, invented all things are good, pre-made will be Yuangong, you must see the Journey to the West to release the doom ......" This paragraph, the maid is read out in Chinese, Cervantes as a dragon, the learning ability is still very strong, although he is stunned that he can't learn magic, and even to the extent that he feels that he is cursed, but in order to be able to hear' It only took a year to learn a new language.

Cervantes closed his eyes and stared, the maid with a blanket on her legs, quietly reading the novel, and gradually falling asleep under the clear night sky.

The black dragon opened his eyes in the middle of the night and met the black shadow with half of its head on the water, and it was not until the shadow sank under the water again that Cervantes curled up the branches piled up next to him with his nimble tail and lowered them into the fading fire, and then closed his eyes again.

The maid, covered with a luxurious blanket, curled up beside the black dragon and smiled sweetly.

............

Today, the city of the Sad Wind Lord is still very peaceful.

The caravans in and out of the city, the bustling streets, the busy vendors, the noisy guilds, as usual.

"Ahem, cough ......" As usual, in the Sad Wind Collar, in Wende City, the old Duke of Sad Wind couldn't help coughing, and after gently covering his mouth with his hand, after letting go of his hand, he saw that blood appeared on his palm again.

This is an old man of more than six hundred years old, with strands of dry white hair spread out, and in this early autumn, even in thick clothes, he feels the cold.

His handsome face did not leave many scars on him, and his calm temperament added a bit of charm to him, and this swordmaster, known as the 'Wind of Sorrow', was an excellent man who was very popular with women when he was young, middle-aged, and old.

But, now he's dying!

His life was not at an end, but he was dying because of the onset of old wounds, his body collapsed, and he contracted the pain of exertion.

However, even if he is about to die, he is not an old man who can't even walk on his own, as a long-established sword master, his control of his body is far beyond ordinary people, although his body is old, but he can still last for a while...... It was supposed to be like this!

Wende City was as usual, but the battle in the Stormy Wind Territory, which was closest to the Black Forest, ended yesterday - a powerful monster from the Black Forest escaped, and although Lord Grim Wind killed the monster in the shortest possible time, it also brought his body, which should not have been working hard, to the limit.

The Duke, who was originally just gray-sided, turned white overnight after that, and he could feel his life passing faster every day, and this feeling could make ordinary people go crazy, but the will of the Sword Master was not so easy to be broken.

Duke Sorrow can not only feel the passage of life, but also the loss of power, and his body is decaying little by little, until it decays.

Now he empathized with those old warriors, and if it weren't for the continued support of the Sadwind Leader and the Howling Wind family, he might have gone into the Black Forest and died in the hearty battle.

For the original request, he stayed on the borders of the Kolo Kingdom for five hundred years, and almost never walked out of the Sorrowful Wind Realm, as a sword saint, he was sad, as a nobleman who fought for the king, he was a nobleman who could add thousands of glories, a nobleman who could make many people awe-inspired.

Living a life that is not luxurious, practicing swords for a hundred years, every ten years, you need to lead the nobles and knights under your command to a war, watching your comrades continue to grow old and die, and still stand in the front with their tall bodies, this is the Duke of Sadness.

The aristocracy of the interior could not comprehend such glory, and in the centuries of inheritance, only a few nobles still maintained the tradition, and the rest of the nobility had decayed, even the royal family.

Duke Sadwind moved a chair and sat down in the garden, basking in the sun quietly, like a peaceful old man who had sensed that death was approaching and knew that his life was short.

Now he still does everything himself, and no one can take away the glory of a sword master.

It's good to die at this time, at least...... You can still pick up a sword yourself. ’

The current Duchess and the Duke's beloved daughter stood behind a window, tears welling up in the corners of their eyes, watching as their husband and father, who had once stood as tall as a mountain, were falling little by little into the abyss of death.

The Duchess took her daughter in her arms and choked up, "Tina, it's not that Father doesn't love you, it's just, it's just...... You are too young for us to ...... even with the help of knights and vassals I'm sorry, Tina, I'm sorry!"

Miss Duchess wiped away her tears, stubbornly raised her head to look at her tearful mother, and said: "Mother, what I know, everything is because I am playful and unmotivated, and my father is also under great pressure, and I can't inherit the sad wind collar because I am too weak, I ......"

Miss Duchess was embraced by the Duchess, "Don't say it, Tina, don't say it......"

The thirty-six-year-old Duchess has always admired Duke Sadness since she was a child, so when she grew up, as a member of the royal family, she became married to Duke Sadness under the introduction of her uncle, the former King Andre IV, and had a daughter.

I thought that I could stay by my husband's side quietly for the rest of my life, and let myself walk into peace by his side.

But her husband's physical condition took a turn for the worse half a year ago, and the years of fighting have made his body very tired, but he usually has to deal with official business, plus the previous battle...... The husband is on the verge of death.

But now she has no way but to hold her daughter and cry, and even needs her daughter to comfort herself, but she has no way.

Behind the greedy aristocracy is a decaying kingdom, her eloquent cousin wants to restore the country to its former glory, so he must get a lot of gold coins, he needs gold coins very much, there are not many people around him who can believe him, he has set his sights on the Sad Wind Leader, only with their mother and daughter, they can't keep the Sad Wind Leader.

"Dragon...... Black Dragon ......"

There was a commotion outside, and the Duke opened his eyes slightly.

"Protect Lord Duke'......"

A clearer voice came to my ears, a shadow obscured the sun, and the black dragon continued to hover in the sky.

Looking at the black dragon's vigorous posture and energetic body, Duke Sad Wind smiled with satisfaction.

"Father!" came the daughter's exclamation behind him, and the black dragon landed in front of the Duke of Sorrowful Wind at this time.

Edith ran behind her father in a panic, and even though her teeth were fighting and her legs were shaking, she was chanting the incantation in a trembling voice.

The Duke's shriveled left hand pressed against his daughter's arm, quieting her down.

He stood up with his right hand on the armrest, and looked at the black dragon who was looking at him condescendingly.

"Cervantes, my son, are you finally here?"