"Is this what you're going to show me?" said Silver, unconcerned. He reached out and pushed away the box that Corriz had handed him. Silver stared at the box made of ancient vines and could tell how old it was. However, he knew that no matter how old it was, nothing could compare to the glory of the Hunt family.

"You should see, he will make you strong, like Kyle the Order. Corryz said in a hoarse voice. His lips were a little chapped because he hadn't taken the antidote for days.

"It seems funny, but I'm not Kyle, I'm after the prosperity of the whole family, not some Kyle-like depravity. Silver excused himself. Silver didn't appreciate it. He couldn't figure out what Corriz was up to, maybe it was the truth that Corritz had told before he went into the coffin, or maybe it was a trap.

"Trust me, that's what you want. Take it, I don't need it anymore. It's yours, and it might help you at some point. Corriz placed the box on the podium.

Corryze's words piqued Silver's interest. But Silver thought about it for a moment, but still didn't touch it.

Abram remembered Lord Ralph's affairs, and the servants would always take the initiative to check the boxes. "Young Master, do you need me to check this?" he asked.

Silver nodded hesitantly. He thought it would be great if this thing was as powerful as Coritz said. But if it's a trap, that's okay, let Abram test it.

"Hey, wait, you can't turn it on. Only its perceived owner can open it. But if you don't believe me, you can go up and try it. Corriz abruptly stopped Abram from getting any closer to the box, and said in a serious manner.

"Heh, what if I could open it?" Abram paused, approached the box, and slowly picked it up. He snapped it slightly, but the box remained closed. He tried to open the unlocked box, and used all his strength to break the lid of the box, until his fingers turned white.

"As I said, no one can open it except its supposed owner. Kryz said with a smile, with a look of contempt. Coritz was an ancient god, acting was a breeze for him, and he knew that only then could Silver believe it, which was why he did it himself.

"Hmph, it's really useless, bring the box. Silver ordered.

"Young Master, look. This box is truly unusual. Abram handed it to Silver.

The moment Silver opened the box, a dazzling white light shot out from inside the box. Silver didn't seem to hear or feel anything. He found that the people around him were looking at him in a daze, waiting for what he was going to say next, and he tried to speak, but his mouth could not be opened. Then, his whole body and mind felt as if he had fallen into the abyss. He tried to throw the box on the ground, but his body wouldn't listen. He suddenly understood that this was a trap for Coritz, and that the spell script that emitted white light was an item of the Fan family.

Abram saw the corners of Silver's mouth twitch, and he also noticed that Silver's face was pale. "Young Master, what's in the box, and what do you want to say?" he said with a frown.

Just then, Krytz stood up. He shook the crutch and turned it into an ancient vine spear. The red glow enveloped Koretz, his face rejuvenated, his white hair turning black and blown up by the sudden wind.

Abram turned around and saw Corryz's appearance, too late to make any movements. At this moment, he was crushed to the ground by the powerful magic that wrapped around Corritz, and he could only stare at Corriz as he approached Silver.

"West...... You...... F!" Kritz shouted. He raised his spear and stabbed Silver.

The moment the spear plunged into Silver's chest, Silver grabbed it.

"Cretz!" Silver burned with rage. At this point, he hadn't completely broken free from the silent spell. It took all his strength to get his arm moving.

"Young Master!" Abram was never able to stand up, "this magic is too powerful!"

"This is Evan's spell script, Evan has been here, what deal did you make with him?" Silver shouted angrily. He pulled the head of the spear out of his chest with all his might. Corryz's power was waning, and he couldn't keep Silver at bay.

At that moment, Qassim came in through the door. He had been outside just now when Corriz had taken out his spear, and the reason he hadn't come in was because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to defeat Corryze. As he hesitated, Korryz's gun had already been seized by Silver. Only then did he quickly break in and save his young master.

"Are you alright, young master?" Qassim hurriedly shouted.

"Kill him!" Silver commanded. Instead, Qasim slashed his sword at Corryz's back. The blow hit Corriz hard.

“...... You damn thing!" Kryz used his strong arms to easily push Qassim to the ground. Qassim struggled on the ground, clutching his chair to his feet.

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Silver took advantage of the noise to tilt Corryz's spear to the right, holding his left hand over his chest and chanting a magic spell to stop the bleeding: "That ancient brand, flash." When he finished reciting the incantation, a white eagle made of charms surrounded his chest, and his injuries quickly recovered. At the same time, his right hand took out the Demon Slayer Pistol. At that moment, several magic projectiles shot into Corryz's chest.

However, another voice burst in. "Dragon's Tooth Storm!" Glori shattered the walls of the hall and appeared in front of the crowd. The storm swept the projectile away and shattered the wall opposite. And half of the wooden chairs were swept away.

"Hmph, old friends meet. Ah no, we are not only old friends, but also rivals. Gloriy Carlos!, you're doing my good thing again!" Silver's tone gradually increased.

"That's not a good thing. We are all members of the Revival Corps. But as you said, we have different purposes. Corryz can't die, and we need the power of the moon gods to help the Legion complete the reconquest of the plains. Glori said calmly. He waved the sword given to him by his mentor, and the sword was cloaked in blue.

"Heh, you'd better go find your dragon god! I'll take care of the matter here. Silver reminded.

“...... Of course, find the dragon god. And the clue is here, you should know it too. A phrase in the Golden Covenant written in the language of the dragon required Xavier Noah's interpretation. At this time, Gudo was holding him somewhere. Glori said, standing in front of Silver.

"Oh, there's enough you have to do. I don't care about the Golden Covenant, though, that's your business. Get out of the way!" Silver warned. Silver was about to take a step forward when he was stopped by Susan's phoenix feather arrow, which landed at his feet. And Coritz has been pulled up by Drew Louis.

"That's enough, Glori, let me take him down. Dylan drew his flaming sword.

"Put your sword away, friends, Oraya doesn't want us to be enemies so soon. She's still useful to me, you know?, but if you're not afraid of death, I can give you a ride!" Silver threw the cloak away. The charms on the armor shone white and gradually wound around him.

"Watch out!" Elrith shouted. She saw Qasim pick up his sword.

Qassim attacks Glory and Dylan from behind. That's when something even more surprising happened. Qassim's attack was intercepted by Paz with a thrown sword.

"Corryz!" Paz shouted outside the auditorium. Paz and Aldwin were worried about Glori's party, so they returned along the way.

"Paz, you shouldn't be here at this time!" Corritz scolded.

"Why did they come back?" said Irris, surprised.

"Hmph, what a fun day. All the guys who got in the way just now are here. Silver sneered. He saw them appear, just as he saw the orderly, all his prey.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the crowd, Silver lifted the cloak on the ground towards Glori, and then followed the cloak. And Glori subconsciously swung his sword to skim his cloak. Silver then shoots a magic projectile into his cloak. The cloak was about to be set aside, and the silver light exploded. Silver dodged Glori, then blocked Dylan's flaming slash. His steps continued to move lightly, flashing past Dylan and then toward Path.

Paz had no weapon in his hand, and the moment he was about to turn around, Silver dodged Susan's arrow and appeared at his side.

Silver pointed at Path with Demon Annihilation, and shouted, "Throw away all the weapons in your hands! Now, you all have to listen to me! Otherwise, this boring guy in front of me will go to see the dragon god! The land of flowers is a good place!"

"Young Master, are you going to kill Corriz now?" Qassim asked. He was already impatient to kill Corrze, and then ask Silver for a reward.

"Wait, he's got to live. I've got to show the old fox the moment I took the plain into my hands, so he knows who's going to win. The corners of Silver's mouth twisted slightly. The greedy desire in his words grew stronger. He seems to have been infected by Gudo.

"Young Master, what about the golden covenant in the hands of these people? Do you want to take the power of the dragon god into your arms as well. Qassim asked with a smile. His eyes even gleamed exaggeratedly.

"Silver, if you do this, how are you going to face the people of the plains!" called Glori. Qassim had planned to approach him and search him.

"I'm sorry, friends, I didn't expect it to be like this. So guys, get your hands dirty. Don't give that thing to him. He's not saving the Plains, he's destroying it! He's going to be like Kyle. Then there will be countless orphans like me!" said Paz, trembling.

After hearing Paz's words, Zoe had already lit the flame in her hand. Her hair was also wrapped in flames and fluttering. Then, her whole body was in flames. She couldn't contain her anger.

"Stop! Zoe!" called Susan. She tried to stop Zoe. But she couldn't get close to the flames of the fangs and claws, and even the white gauze cuffs of her clothes were burned by the flames.

And Kryz staggered back in his chair, his magic looming. After a few moments, Corriz stood up again: "Silver, you forgot one thing. If you want to get it, you have to pay a price!"