"Are you my father?" Cervantes chuckled contemptuously, "It feels like an ordinary old human man!"

When Edith was still surprised that her eldest brother was actually a black dragon, she heard Cervantes say such a sentence, and immediately turned from shock to anger, and shouted: "How can you be so rude?"

The little girl who didn't have any hair, Cervantes didn't bother to pay attention to her.

"Lord Duke!"

With the sound of panicked footsteps outside, a young man with an aristocratic appearance broke in with a team of soldiers, and after seeing the black dragon, he drew the sword at his waist, and the soldier behind him also raised the spear in his hand, the tip of which was facing Cervantes.

Duke Sorrowful Wind smiled, waved his hand at them, and said, "It's okay, this is my son, Cervantes, the future Duke of Sorrowful Wind! ”

Cervantes wanted to say something, but the maid who had been staying on his back suddenly said, "Shut up!"

The maid carried the small wooden box, carried several dimensional bags, and with light steps, jumped from the back of the black dragon to the crook of the arm, and then jumped from the crook of the arm to the grass, put the small wooden box on the ground, pulled down the hood, and revealed a long red hair with a little wavy and that beautiful face.

Serena curtsey to the Duke and greeted him, "Good day, Lord Duke." ”

Duke Sadwind, who was rejuvenated after seeing Cervantes, had a strange look on his face: "You are Cervantes's maid?"

The maid had just the right smile on her face, just like a noble lady after years of cultivation and study, not like a maid at all.

She nodded, and replied, "Yes, I am the master's worthless maid, Serena. ”

Serena's answer stunned both Edith and her mother, who had been running out of breath all the way.

'Is this a maid?' they glanced at the swaggering black dragon, 'It's not like it, it's more like the relationship between the master and the pet, right?'

"Oh......" Duke Grim's eyes were a little meaningful, "Then I have confidence in Cervantes' inheritance of the Grim Wind Lord, with such an excellent maid, Cervantes must be very powerful, right?"

"As you say, Lord Duke. The maid also had a meaningful smile on her face, "Master, he is indeed very powerful. ”

Edith was still wondering if she was wrong, that in fact her black dragon brother wasn't as arrogant as he appeared, or was his arrogance just a true manifestation of his strength?

While Edith was in a state of doubt, the aristocratic young man had just reacted.

"Wait, Lord Duke, isn't the future owner of the Sadwind Lord, Miss Edith?"

In this 'family gathering', his voice was particularly abrupt, disturbing the good mood of the black dragon immersed in the 'compliments' of his father and maid, interrupting the conversation between the Duke and the future mistress of the Sad Wind, and interrupting the contemplation of 'Miss Edith'.

Thirteen-year-old Miss Edith frowned when she saw this handsome aristocratic man she liked, and her heart tightened, and she hurriedly explained to him: "Father, Brother Kegel only cares about me, and he is only thinking about the Sad Wind family, not what you think!"

The aristocratic young Kegel also said that kind of thing in a hurry, and when the words blurted out, he already regretted it, as the future heir of the vassal family, not a vassal, his question was too abrupt, if he was a vassal of the Duke of Sorrow, maybe there was no problem, but he was not a vassal of the Duke.

As a nobleman with no more tradition, Duke Grief didn't like this young man very much, not only because he liked to fiddle with some fists and legs, but also because he had bad intentions against his daughter.

If Cervantes hadn't come, there would have been nothing wrong with him becoming a member of the Sorrowful Wind family before he died, but Cervantes had already arrived, and he still wanted to think about the family business of the Sorrowful Wind family—which was why Kegel made the Duke a little angry.

Originally, I thought that Kegel was a relatively ambitious young man, but other than that, he was pretty good in all aspects......

Now Duke Grief has a new perspective on Kegel.

"For the sake of the Sad Wind family, I won't talk about you this time, and next time you should pay attention, Captain Kegel Guard. Duke Sorrowful Wind frowned and waved his hand, "You can leave with the guards, it's time for our family reunion, and I'm going to have a good chat with my son." ”

Kegel breathed a sigh of relief, put his sword back into its sheath, and nodded, "Yes, Lord Duke." ”

Seeing Kegel leave with the guards, Duke Grief shook his head with some dissatisfaction: "Why are young people so frizzy now?"

Then, he turned his gaze to Cervantes, and said with a look of nostalgia in his eyes: "Son, when I first met your mother, your mother's attitude towards me was much worse than you just now, as a black dragon, I can't ask for more from you, you have done well enough now." ”

The black dragon grinned and smiled stupidly: "Hey, I didn't expect you to be so discerning, old man." ”

'Cervantes is actually a stupid dragon', such an impression is rooted in the heart of the young girl Edith, maybe her mother thinks the same way, but this thought is too rude, anyway, he is her own brother, Edith is a little ashamed to admit it.

But can such a dragon save the Grim Wind Leader?

"Ahem......"

His throat was slightly itchy, and Duke Sorrow couldn't help coughing, but this time he coughed up another mouthful of blood.

After more than 300 years, I saw my son again, although he was a black dragon, but the joy of being together expelled the sorrow of death.

In the last period of his life, his children were by his side, and he had no regrets in this life, but it was a pity that his favorite dragon was not by his side, and in addition, he felt that his life had been completed.

Suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky, and it was not Cervantes, but another black dragon hovering in the sky of Winde City.

It's really a bit strange that the people in Wende City saw two black dragons in one day, and they also have a lord in the city who can make all the lords proud, as long as the lord is here, no matter what monster comes here, it won't get any benefit.

"Mother!" Cervantes let out an exclamation, which stunned both Edith and the Duchess.

The maid looked up, squinting, and looked at the huge black shadow under the sun, the black dragon that was completely different from Cervantes, the black dragon that could use spell-like abilities.

"Morriguez!" the black dragon let out a roar, "come out and fight me!"

The Duchess grabbed her arm, but the Duchess burst into tears and kept muttering: "She remembers, she remembers......"

Morrigues' The Wind of Sorrow' Juggernaut put on leather armor, put on winged boots, and drew his sword, just as they had when they first met.

The glory of the warrior, the glory of the Juggernaut, this is his last, only glory left.

Maybe he wasn't a worthy lord, a qualified father, a qualified husband, maybe he would never be a 'qualified', but as a warrior and a sword master, this is something he has always been proud of!

"Molly, Edith, I feel guilty about you......" Morrigues apologized to his daughter and current wife, "I have never fulfilled my responsibilities as a husband and a father, and I will never have a chance to compensate you in this life, so I leave you the Tempest Lords - Cervantes will be the lord of the Tempest Lords, but he can guarantee you wealth and peace for the rest of your lives." So at the end of the day, all I can say to you is 'I'm sorry', this is the last time I'm willful......"

Seeing the tears in their eyes flickering, the current Duke of Sorrowful Wind, who was dying but was unwilling to wait for death, grinned an ugly smile, "I'm sorry, I'm going to die......"

"Doig!