Trafford’s Trading Club

The man had yet to walk out of the shadows of the stairs, and the man in the white suit had frowned for some reason.

At the same time.

“Old man!! I told you I'd find you! ”

Not far away, the witch of the heart fell in front of the gates of the ancient castle in a few jumps... on her high heels, a tiny green, winged mass, disappeared at the moment of landing.

“You think you can escape!” After landing, the witch of the heart rushed to the man in white suit without saying a word… In front of Farrell, his hands grabbed his collar and rushed with anger: “Ungrateful man! ”

Farrell's gaze was abruptly cold.

The angry, quenched witch lady suddenly snapped... giving up her collar to grab Farrell and then gauging around - this ancient castle in front of her.

“This place… seems to have been seen in some kind of magazine?” Lady Witch didn't say that to change the subject, she really felt like she'd seen this place somewhere.

After entering [the inhuman realm] through [coordinates], she chased Farrell's trail all the way, and in the future she would have had time to determine her exact location, only to know that it was in a chaotic area.

“Wait... looks like this is it? ”

The doubts in her heart soon dissolved, and the witch apparently found information in her memory that matched this place - especially after seeing a huge painting right in front of the Castle Hall.

She swallowed a mouthful of spit and looked subconsciously at the Farrell around her - only to see Farrell looking at the figure that had stopped on that staircase at this point, and said softly: "As you think, this is Lord Roland's castle. ”

“Lord Roland!” Miss Witch suddenly took a breath of cool air, "the last sword saint in France? ”

Miss Gillian, the witch, suddenly looked at the shadow hidden in the staircase, her face slightly changed - and her brain flashed quickly over information about this Roland Duke.

France's last sword saint, legendary hero of the Great War 100 years ago, owner of the Holy Sword [Blame Vayus] … and the dark dragon knight, legendary descendant of the [Galorin dynasty] royal family, honorary president of the [Inhuman Realm] Swordsmanship Association… and some amazing achievements.

Finally, Saint Laurent of the Sword, in fame, is the legendary hero heard by the Witch of the Spirit since she was a child, to throw out several streets of Farrell, the worst knight of all time in [the inhuman world].

At this point, even the courageous witch, who freed Farrell from the prison of the knighthood, became nervous.

“You're not Roland... who are you? ”

But Farrell's eyebrows wrinkled directly at the moment… or his eyes were grim.

Finally, the figure on the stairs walked down again and emerged from the shadows a little bit.

“You... you came to see my grandfather? ”

The voice is a little weak, and the hands are pillows of a comic stripper of equal height… seems to be the type of person who is not good at communicating.

In fact, this is the kind of person who doesn't seem to be very good at communicating - the witch lady has to open her mouth slightly.

Because this guy in front of you... weighs at least 250 pounds, right?

And… women.

What a cruel thing it is - the witch lady quickly shrinks sympathy in her heart, because the woman claims to be Lord Roland's granddaughter and is naturally a [princess] figure she can't blame.

“Are you Roland's granddaughter? ”

Farrell weighed a strange glance at each other - a gaze that suddenly lowered the head of the extraordinarily large girl.

“Where's Roland?” Farrell suddenly asked.

The granddaughter of Sword Sage heard a glimmer of sadness, “My grandfather passed away a year ago... What can I do for him? ”

“Wait! Lord Roland is dead?” Miss Witch was stunned and incredible: “What is this? Why have I never heard of such a big thing? ”

Farrell is silent and doesn't know what to think.

The granddaughter of Kensei is frightened: “Because there is no claimed relationship... the funeral was simply completed under the auspices of Lord Shining Tower and Lord Kulololoa..."

“His grave is somewhere.” Farrell took a deep breath at the moment: “Take me for a look… I fought with him once. ”

“You are…” Jiansheng's granddaughter opened her mouth in surprise.

“Barely an old comrade. ”

Kensei's granddaughter had to reveal her confusion, but it seemed easier to believe in someone else's type, or something else in her mind, so she said: “This gentleman... if you want to hang a feast, it might be a little... troublesome. ”

Farrell's gaze was puzzling.

“You... come with me first.” The extraordinarily shaped girl sighed.

……

Lord Roland's tomb is in a courtyard behind the castle, and because of the long history of ghostly relationships, the roses are not only brilliant, but fairly neat.

Simply put, it seems that the courtyard is a quiet place - but it is premised on ignoring a huge statue in the courtyard.

“Dragon?” The witch looked up at the loud voice, almost twenty meters high, and had to shout out... although it was just a statue, it smelled horrible all the time.

Farrell also looked up at the moment to measure.

Jiansheng's granddaughter looked carefully at the two: “This is my grandfather's most cherished companion, and after he was buried here, he automatically petrified into a statue, guarding here… any stranger who wants to get close will be attacked by it. ”

“No wonder you led us to this place so easily.” Lady Witch looked at the sword holy granddaughter and said it without salt.

The granddaughter of Kensei is not talking at this time, so I don't know what I'm thinking.

Farrell walked straight towards the grave at this point - only that he had just stepped into the courtyard and the ground of the courtyard was shaken slightly.

The eyes of that ancient giant dragon statue suddenly opened, and a pair of living flexible giant eyeballs, measured like this.

The dragon... [Non-human Realm] is just a legendary life, very difficult to encounter. Even the golden dragon, who is well known for his constant search for objects, is generally protected by the biology department of the Magician's Association and is difficult for ordinary people to meet.

As the statue's eyes opened, there were countless cracks in the statue's entire body - then shattered and a strong wind scattered, accompanied by the roar of the sky.

Appearing in front of the crowd is a giant black dragon with teeth dancing claws, wings unfolding, full of power and squamous black light!

“Old man! Careful!” Miss Witch spoke up.

Farrell walked straight to Lord Roland's grave under the gaze of this dark dragon - and as he stood at the head, the dark dragon lowered its head and opened its blood-bottom mouth towards Farrell, once again sending a black dragon roar.

The worst knight of all time, suddenly punched over the forehead of a black dragon - this punch went down and heard a loud noise that could vibrate around... even louder than the dragon's roar!

The earth outside the courtyard suddenly collapsed, but the courtyard was undamaged... but after a punch, the black dragon fell directly to the ground, eyeing Venus.

“O'Dunn... I'm just here to see Roland, not to fight. ”

Farrell stared at the black dragon's eyes with no expression, "But if you're not awake, I wouldn't mind a beating to remind you who I am. ”

- You already beat it... beat it!!

The witch lady in the back, her heart had to scold... when she turned to look at the granddaughter of the Sword Saint next to her, she found that the granddaughter of the Sword Saint's mouth was also very wide open and looked like a ghost.

Kensei's granddaughter turned her neck a little stiff, looking at the witch lady, “He... who is he? ”

The witch lady cleared her voice and said, “[Mordred]... the knight from the Great War 100 years ago, you know? ”

“[Mordred]... is that him?” The granddaughter of Sword Saint opened her eyes all of a sudden, "is that the lunatic Grandpa mentioned?! ”

“Shh...! ”

The witch suddenly made a huge stride forward, hurriedly reaching over the fat girl's mouth, and then stared carefully at Farrell in front of the grave, seeming to be unresponsive before relieved.

At this point, the black dragon, whose tongue was spitting on the ground… O'Dunn's body glowed slightly and then shrunk slightly, turning into a young man with dark hair - a cross shaped wound on his cheek, right on the nose beam.

The young man rubbed his head at this moment, revealing a painful taste… and a damned face.

“Remember? ”

Farrell glanced casually at the black dragon in the human pose.

The black dragon O'Duane in front of him stood up and looked vigilant, "You lunatic... are not dead? Didn't you get caught and locked up? ”

Farrell did not explain the matter and asked directly, "How did Roland die? ”

“At the end of its lifespan, it dies.” The Black Dragon shook his head, "Isn't that how fragile humans are? ”

“Natural old age is not impossible with Roland's physical function, but it will take at least a hundred or two years.” Farrell snorted, “I'm not dead, and naturally he won't either! ”

“Sick to death!” The Black Dragon O'Dune said another reason rather impatiently.

Farrell's eyebrows were picked, and a violent and madness swept across the courtyard… The young black dragon in front of him could not help but look slightly different, but he didn't seem to want to say yes, just bite his teeth, a non-condescending gesture.

God knows why it's a little shaky in the legs right now.

Just that Farrell didn't do it either, he just kept this appalling momentum, he didn't move - suddenly, Farrell flashed, but not attacked the black dragon, but the granddaughter of the sword saint next to Miss Witch.

It was a punch.

This punch can directly hit the black dragon on the ground, but now it's a delicate drop… well, a girl, it seems to be imaginable.

“Old man, you're going crazy again! ”

At this time, the Sword Saint's granddaughter looked at the fist in front of her and seemed completely stunned, scared to death... her fist eventually stopped in front of the Sword Saint's granddaughter's face door.

Two inches apart.

Farrell didn't take his arm back, he just stared at each other and asked, “Roland's sword and sacred skill, have you finished? ”

Granddaughter of Sword Saint seems to have reacted just now, "Ah? What are you saying... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! ”

Only, a long sword, pointing straight up from the bottom, pointed at the tip of the sword, pointing herself to Farrell's throat... an inch away.

The granddaughter of the sword seemed to have no idea about it. Her face panicked and threw the long sword in her hand, but she still held the equal height pillow in her hand and apologized vigorously.

“Hahahahahaha!!!! ”

Black Dragon O'Duane suddenly laughed with his stomach, pointing to Farrell and mocking: "Have you eaten? Crazy old man!! Leah's swordsmanship, even when Luo is still alive, must be eaten! You deserve it!! ”

Farrell didn't look angry at all, and his opposite hand grabbed the sword's holy granddaughter... Leah's wrist and said positively: “Very good! You're so much better than those knighthood losers, you barely qualify! I want you, come with me! ”

“Ah? To... where?” Sword Saint's granddaughter panicked. “Well... give me some time to prepare... so fast...”

- What's going on?

The witch lady obviously didn't respond.

Farrell grabbed Leah's wrist directly at the moment, and after a flash, he appeared next to the Black Dragon, clamping his palms directly against each other's back neck.

After hearing this black dragon cry in pain, his body suddenly grows huge... and he recovers his body directly.

Farrell stood directly on the Black Dragon's neck, while his palms were still against the Black Dragon's back neck, "Go! Go to the Magicians' Association. I'm going to see Shining! ”

“Old lunatic! How dare you ride on me!!” The Black Dragon was unwilling to say yes and twisted his body wildly in the air.

“Disobedient? Then I will exterminate the Black Dragons! ”

It stopped... the black dragon twisted and stopped at once, only to hear it harshly: “Listen, I just don't want you to have Leah! This is a strategic compromise! Don't be proud!! ”

It growled reluctantly, wings wide open, and watched as it flew away from the castle.

“Old man, you want to run again?! ”

Miss Witch saw, stamped her feet, the green wings on her high heels spread again, then jumped quickly onto Black Dragon's back, sweet smile: “Excuse me. ”

“… another one?! ”

……

……

[Torrido] Clan.

In front of the cliff, the master of the glory tower and the dragon of Shenzhou, as well as the little butterfly demon with the golden apple, look out at the ruins of the castle surrounding the cliff in the distance.

Vampires, like bees, are busy moving stones that can no longer be used.

“Depending on the circumstances, it was Favna who made a scene here.” The Lord of the Glory Tower sighed softly at this moment and naturally looked to the true dragon of Shenzhou.

“Well, this guy's got a lot of energy.” Shenzhou Zhenlong nodded his head, "this medicine works really well, I'll get you some more later! It's a gift! ”

Rumor has it, the little butterfly demon with the apple can't help but blush... make some more??

Is that another comfortable thing to do...