It didn't take much effort for Gordon to return to the original black street, and after the last trip, he had firmly remembered the location of the original house.

Only where can it know where the Ouroboros is headquartered.

That's where Celia and the map she told began.

For information about Vimil, there is no better place to go to her headquarters.

Soon, Gordon was jumping from building to building, his body moving.

Its location was already visible to the place where Celia lived.

A nondescript two-story cottage on a black street.

At the same time, however, Gordon also saw that the door had been violently opened.

The contents are unguarded and open to the outside.

"It seems that this is the source, and the medium is probably the hair that Nina left out. ”

"Miscalculated!"

But next time I won't make that mistake!

Gordon silently made a note in his mind and looked at the house from afar.

It didn't go inside, but according to the road map given by Celia, it found the Ouroboros headquarters that Celia had said.

It is said to be the headquarters, but in fact it is more like a two-story hotel that is not open to the public.

The door was guarded, and there were black street thugs standing guard in that half-vigilant and half-relaxed state every few windows in the corridor on the second floor.

But the target of these guards does not include a stray cat.

It can easily climb to the roof of the Ouroboros headquarters without attracting anyone's attention.

It's just that it's more troublesome to sneak into the room.

It had just looked at the room where Celia had said that Vermiel had been, and had seen that the curtains were so drawn that there was not a single trace of its contents, and that the door was closed, so it could not enter.

It's a headache.

However, the opportunity soon lay out in front of Gordon.

It was fascinated by the howling of a goat from below, and as soon as it heard the movement below, it immediately changed its angle to see the hallway.

I saw in the corridor, there were a few more cowering and timid gangsters, leading a living goat with blood-stained fur, advancing in the corridor with a frightened face, and walking slowly towards the room at the end of the corridor.

From their conversation, Gordon also learned that they were going to feed the two-headed black snake that Celia had mentioned.

After all, now that Lord Vermeer is gone, the feeding task is entrusted to the Ouroboros.

And these are the unlucky ones who were chosen.

After all, without Vimil's restraint, the two-headed black snake would most likely attack the living creatures it saw.

It's a life-threatening job!

So much so that they all began to envy their companions who carried out special tasks.

Although I can't return to the black street for a while, at least I don't have to face this hideous pet.

I don't know when Lord Vermeer will be back!

Gordon listened to the fragmented thoughts of these thugs and decided to leave at once.

Before they could open the door, it swooped in through the hallway window.

When a black shadow appeared in the corridor, it immediately startled these gangsters who were afraid to open the door.

But when they saw that it was a stray cat, they were a little angry.

I wanted to catch the gray cat, but the gray cats were really nimble, and with their skills as not professionals, they were really powerless.

So I just didn't care, and the leader opened the door directly, revealing a gap that allowed the goat to enter, and drove the goat in very quickly, and at this moment, the stray cat that was driven away also broke into the gap.

This action made the thugs laugh.

However, they didn't forget to close the door quickly, and only after a look on their faces did they start teasing.

"This stupid cat has been delivered to the door!haha, it deserves to be treated as the black snake's after-dinner dessert!"

"yes, yes, I've never seen such a stupid cat!"

"It will definitely die a miserable death later, I'm afraid that the two-headed black snake will eat its stomach! It's okay, anyway, we won't talk about it later!"

The two-headed black snake inside was the first to spot the gray cat that Gordon had turned into, but its attention was more concerned about the injured goat.

So much so that Gordon ran directly to Vermeer's usual desk, and he didn't have time to care.

And Gordon started rummaging through his desk, from the materials that he hadn't had time to take with him.

Found the location she marked in the sewers, in a corner on the north side of the sewers, quite far from Gordon's lair.

By the time Gordon had completely turned over again, the two-headed black snake had been silent, sneaking, moving and devouring the goat's body, and the other head was already hungry and thirsty.

However, when it saw the gray cat's blue eyes suddenly turn into dark golden vertical pupils, the non-existent dragon power directly slowed its body, and both heads shrank back, and began to hesitate.

And Gordon didn't even look at it, he directly and dexterously played with the window with his paws, pried it open directly, and jumped in the direction of the sewer.

Only one window, still with its curtains, was left open.

Now that the Sewer Altar is located, it means that it is not far from Vermeer.

It was just as the gray cat ran down the sewer.

The aristocratic quarter, in the basement of the cottage on the location of the cemetery.

The half-meter-tall eggshell with its ocean-blue veins gently shattered in the water.

A young dragon with bright blue scales all over its body, babbling and making small noises, but without its real name, and its vertical pupils are dull, as if it has lost its soul.

It stands to reason that this is a failure.

But for the alchemist who watched through the glass, and at the same time the rickety old man who was a spell.

George Norton.

He watched as the dragon eggs he had bought at great cost finally hatched.

The joy and madness on his face made him laugh uncontrollably, but fortunately, the basement was well insulated, and no one approached the cemetery at all.

"The gods are above, you have mercy on me after all!"

"I succeeded!hahahaha~"

George Norton looked through the glass at the baby dragon cub and muttered to himself.

After venting freely.

George Norton was not idle, he fed the broodlings in the glassware and then packed his bags.

There is one last step left, to find a dragonborn with thin blood, so that you can perfectly accept the bloodline of this young dragon.

You can also get your real name and get the Dragon's Inheritance.

By that, it is a seizure without suspense, making it the second body of the mage.

A young dragon with a human soul and a dragon heritage, so that it has infinite growth.

It's really exciting!

Ahem!

George Norton couldn't help but cough a few more times as he thought about it, and he felt the smell of rust in his mouth.

Still, it doesn't matter, just hold on for a few more days!

George Norton gave himself a healing potion, then looked deeply at the young dragon in the apparatus.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left the basement.

He was going to be looking for a suitable carrier, and it seemed that he was going to have to ask Edward for help again.

George Norton, with gray and dry hair, pushed open the door of the cemetery cottage and looked out the window at the bright blue sky.