The carriage in which the Marquis de Touré rode slowly drove down the wide streets of Upper Gordon, with a mighty procession that could hardly be described with a 'majestic style'.

The pedestrians who were squeezed to both sides by the cold guards were resentful, but they did not dare to express half of their complaints.

They couldn't afford to provoke the big man sitting in the carriage, and he had been like that when he first entered Gordon a few months ago, as if he was afraid that someone would harm him, but who in Gordon could hurt him?

The carriage was protected by more than a dozen guards, seemingly flawless, and the guards with indifferent faces looked like a group of emotionless and tireless golems, their eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, and after being swept by those cold gazes, many people would feel very uncomfortable.

The doors are closed, and the glass windows are covered with a curtain, so that people can't see what is behind the windows.

The Marquis was like a mystic mage who never showed his face in front of people.

The carriage was moving at such a fast or slow speed that it was impossible to guess what the Marquis was trying to do—almost every few days they could see the Marquis leading a caravan, either to the headquarters of a large chamber of commerce, or to visit some people.

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with that, but people just hate his swaggering posture.

"Lord Marquis, please stop!"

This day was very different from the usual.

A young man in old clothes suddenly burst out of the crowd in front of him and blocked the front of the group.

His shouting frightened the two horses pulling the cart, and had it not been for the seasoned coachman's timely grip on the reins, the frightened horses would have been scurrying about with the cart.

The frightened coachman blinked, and after taking a deep breath, a nameless fire burst into his heart.

The coachman gritted his teeth and was just about to give orders, when the two guards in the front row stepped forward directly, their fierce eyes glared, and they whispered viciously: "Get out!"

As he spoke, they tightened their grips on the handles of their weapons.

But the young man standing in front of them was not afraid, straightened his chest, and said confidently: "I have something to find the Marquis of Durr!"

Hearing this, the coachman suddenly laughed angrily, pointed his whip at the young man, and screamed, "How can the Marquis meet you if you want to see it?"

Tuk tuk!

The plank behind the coachman was knocked, and he looked back to see one of the planks being pulled open, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

The maid in the car asked softly, "What happened?"

At this moment, the young man shouted again: "I want to see the Marquis!"

"Shut up!"

One of the guards standing in front of the young man let out an impatient cry and drew his weapon with a thud.

The surrounding crowd was in an uproar and hurriedly retreated, and the surroundings of the young man suddenly became an open space.

"Wait!"

At this time, the coachman suddenly shouted urgently.

The guard frowned, and looked back at the driver in dissatisfaction, but then the door was opened.

The expressionless middle-aged deacon was the first to step out of the carriage, and then, with a kind smile on his face, the Marquis of Durr slowly stepped out of the carriage with the support of two maids.

Taking the cane handed over by the deacon, the old gentleman, who was more than half a hundred years old but still had a unique flavor, hooked the corners of his lips, shook his neatly groomed white beard, and asked in an elegant tone: "Young man, what do you want to find me?"

The guard who drew his weapon glanced at the young man, snorted, and withdrew his weapon.

The two guards returned to the team, faintly protecting the Marquis of Durr.

"Yes, Lord Marquis, I do have something to ask you for...... And it's a big deal!"

The young man chuckled, and attention shifted to him.

The crowd began to become agitated, and they did not expect that it would be so easy to stop the carriage of the Marquis of Tourr, perhaps because of the Marquis of Tourr's good heart—that kind smile could easily make people feel good—but besides him, no one else really had the courage to do so, and such a thing could only be thought of in their hearts.

Rubbing the brass ring from his hand, Cervantes took the ring off his hand, and everyone saw that the young man was in shape, and a tall, first-born dragon horn figure appeared in front of them.

Marquis Dur's brow furrowed, and he immediately clenched the head of his cane, and the guards around him also drew their weapons one after another, aiming at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

The atmosphere that was still somewhat harmonious suddenly became tense, and people didn't even react, what happened?!

"Cervantes ......"

Marquis Dur's eyes were fixed on the tall figure, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Grand Duke of the Black Dragon!"

Hearing this, everyone was stunned at first, and then there was an uproar.

The people who can live in Shangcheng are not illiterate poor people, they are very well-informed, and naturally know what the phrase 'Grand Duke of the Black Dragon' means......

Grand Duke of the Black Dragon of the Duchy of the Winds of Sorrow, Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrows!

How did he end up here?!

Looking at the tall figure in the field in amazement, people subconsciously held their breath.

It was a dragon—a legendary dragon!

Even today, when the dragon once again rules the skies of the continent of Slo Mendes, it is unimaginable to come into contact with a dragon so closely.

Just a little imagination is enough to make people feel creepy.

"Yes, I'm Cervantes......"

The black dragon grinned, and the rings on his fingertips quietly fell and fell to the ground with a crisp breaking sound.

The people around him were silent, and when the sound of the ring shattering sounded, I don't know who couldn't help but let out a scream under the suffocating pressure, pushed away the people around him, and turned around and ran.

People with confused minds have no thoughts in their heads, and when they see someone taking the lead in escaping, they can't help but follow and turn around and flee.

The black dragon ignored those who fled, the dragon power he unleashed was terrifying, but those in front of him held on.

Cervantes took out a pocket watch from the inside pocket of his jacket, looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly chuckled and asked, "Are you ready?"

Marquis Dur's eyebrows raised, and several guards around him suddenly rushed to the enemy in front of him!

The lid protecting the pocket watch flicked open, and several guards rushed in front of Cervantes with incredible speed, but at this moment—

He gently pressed the button of his pocket watch.

The pocket watch stops, time stands still!

Cast in pure gold, with Mithril as the needle, mercury as the scales of the twelve gemstones that adorn the gold dial, the sand of the astral and Olihagan together form an unknown precision gear, and the silver-white bracelet wraps around Cervantes's wrist, providing him with the ability to move under this temporal expansion force.

Stagnation Pocket Watch –

[Time Stops]!

Cervantes looked up with a smile on his face, meeting the eyes of the Marquis de Tour.

He saw that those eyes were full of displeasure and disgust, and that the Marquis of Durr's index finger was tapping the head of the staff impatiently.

Seeing this, Cervantes smiled: "Divinity-Marquis of Dour, can you tell me? Are you the Pope of the Plague Church, or a messenger?"

This time, he may have caught a big fish!

"Pope ......"

Marquis Durr sneered, took a deep breath, and said, "In my church, there has never been such a thing!"

Hearing this, Cervantes looked down in amazement, and saw the elbows of the guards move slightly, slowly regaining their mobility.

- That's only ten seconds!

With his lips twitching, Cervantes slowly raised his head, looked at the 'Marquis of Dur' with contemptuous eyes, couldn't help but chuckle, and muttered, "It turns out ...... What a big fish!"