"Looks like you remember something, little one. Coughlon looked at Zambit with satisfaction, his expression changing from shock to abruptness.

"That's right. Since it was arranged by the Prophet, what do you command?" Zambit asked, his eyelids drooping. He was determined to get out of the castle and rush back to the troll tribe to find out.

"Quite simply, I think you must know the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, right?" said Coughlon winking mischievously.

"What do you mean?" Zambit suddenly had a bad feeling.

"My old man is a little tired, why don't you come and pinch my legs?" Coughren didn't like the dirty floor, just lay on the ground, and said in a comfortable position.

"Hey, don't go too far! how could a great troll warrior ......" Zambit's angry roar was interrupted by a misty compass dangling in front of his eyes.

"See clearly~ I don't think the prophet of the troll clan will be stupid enough to cultivate a so-called 'warrior' who can't see the situation clearly, right?" Coughron's words were so angry that Zambit's teeth itched, but he absolutely couldn't tolerate others despising the prophet because of him, and after hesitating for a moment, Zambit stomped his foot and obediently began to pinch Coughlon's legs.

"I've got a lot of strength, be careful if I don't pay attention and break your bones!" Zambit squeezed these words out between his teeth.

"You don't have to worry about this, although I'm a lot older, my body is still quite tough, and your two taels of cotton strength are still far behind. Coughlon snorted in comfort, and Zambit secretly made use of the strength to feed, and he didn't seem to feel anything. This caused Zambit's confidence to take a serious hit, and he wondered if he was really getting more and more unbearable, how could he not even handle an old man.

"By the way, it would be more effective to apply some strengthening potions. Relieve fatigue!" Coughren handed over a bottle of yellowish potion, and by the way, he also took off his stinky socks.

"Kao-" Celent couldn't stand it anymore, and just as he wanted to mention Zambit to intercede, he was pushed aside by Barnetra.

"Big man, don't mess around, that old guy has his own intentions in doing this. Barnett pushed Serendra aside, rubbed his hands and sneered, "Big man, can you lend me the Guardian Hammer in your hand?"

"Of course it's fine, but is it really good to bully Mr. Zambit like this?" Of course, Celent would not refuse Barnett, he was more concerned about whether Zambit would lose face like this.

"Don't be stupid, that guy has made a lot of money!" Barnett almost snatched the Guardian Hammer from Serent's hand, holding it in his hand and loving it, this secret treasure can be said to be the highest masterpiece of the Holy See's foundries, and Barnett, who is also a master foundry, can see many things from it that others can't see.

"Why can't I see that Mr. Zambit has a big money look?" said Celent worriedly as he looked at Zambit, who was gagging incessantly but had to rub Coughlon's feet with bolsterics.

"Big man, you're so plain cute. You can't use the full power of the Guardian Hammer, can you?" Barnetra walked to a relatively spacious place and said, "Look at this pattern on the Guardian Hammer......"

Barnett gestured with the Guardian Hammer as he spoke, and Celent nodded repeatedly, and it was clear that Barnett had seen many secrets from the Guardian Hammer that perhaps even the Holy See people did not grasp.

At this time, in the hatchery room and the corridor connecting the spider cave, Rebecca and Katie got together as if they were studying beauty or something, and from time to time there was a sentence "Sister, this ointment is very easy to use, it can make people radiant~"

"Really, how does it look like a lump of green mud?"

"Don't look at the ugly color, but this is the essence of plants, you can try it and you will know~" Two beautiful women of different sizes and styles were together with Yingying Yanyan, who did not take the sinister environment around them to heart at all.

It seems that in the eyes of these two beauties, danger or something is something that other people should consider, and in contrast, beautiful looks are what they are more concerned about.

Zambit was rubbing his feet for Coughlon angrily, and Coughlen was enjoying Zambit's service while babbling in his ear and not knowing what he was saying, but judging from Zambit's exposed expression, this was definitely not a pleasure. Zambit's increasingly hideous expression made people seriously doubt that this guy couldn't control it, and would twist Kauflon's thin neck into two pieces.

As for Barnett, he dragged Serent to study the message revealed on the Guardian Hammer, which seemed to be related to martial arts. Barnett kept gesturing with the Guardian Hammer, and when he heard Selent's eyes light up, he wanted to practice a few moves with the Guardian Hammer immediately.

Alfie, on the other hand, takes on the role of a listener, listening intently to Spadel's whispers—it's hard to imagine the infamous Human-faced Spider having a good conversation with a human.

......

"How could these two groups of people get along so harmoniously, and even more outrageously, Spadel has turned enemies into friends with them?" Kross watched in amazement at what was happening in the projection, and with his IQ it was hard to understand why such a change had occurred.

"What's the matter with these people? Get on your way! After passing through the spider cave guarded by Speedel, it's my carefully arranged Garden of Fire. Cross urged into the projection, clearly not having any hope that Speedel would continue to stop Alfie and the others.

As for the idea of helping Spikedel recover and let her continue to fight, Cross didn't even move. No kidding, using the energy that he has gathered with great difficulty to help an "outsider" recover, Cross will never do such a stupid thing no matter how stupid he is. In the eyes of the Bloodline, everyone except for the Bloodline is an outsider, even if Spadel helps them guard the Spider Cave and is still abandoned after discovering that she is useless.

At this moment, the image in the projection flickered a few times, and a burning head appeared in the projection, this is an old man with a majestic face, his beard and hair are as if they are burning flames.

Even if he only existed in the projection, it still made Cross feel a raging heat wave rushing towards him, and the power of this kind of flame that crossed space showed the amazing strength of the comer.

"Cross, what are you trying to do by waking me up from the lab, you know how precious my time is!" the old man asked angrily.

"Rest easy, Lord Anthony, Hand of the Flame Demon, our guests will soon be visiting your Flame Garden, and we hope you will have a great time. Cross rubbed his hands together and laughed.

"I'll wait another quarter of an hour at most!" Anthony's personality was as violent as the flames surrounding him, and after the ultimatum, his figure flickered and disappeared from the projection, which returned to the hatchery of the spider's cave.

"What's the big deal, it's just a ghost. Cross grinned indignantly, "Even if you were a Sanctuary mage in your lifetime, you will always be a slave of your master since you traded with your master for eternal life!"