But Komulin, despite what he said, stood up:

"Who did that race go?"

The shopkeeper casually opened the dirty account book on the desktop and flipped through it casually:

"Andrew, heir to the House of Vebture, and Lulusifer, heir to the House of Brujah. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Komulin thought as he drank red wine:

"Andrew, the race that is reserved as a gentle, aristocratic person, and a bloodline who worships strength. What about other races? ”

"Either they are too young or they have already been trained, and this time the Blood Clan decided to send the two of them because the two of them are the strongest in the Blood Clan."

The shopkeeper replied nonchalantly.

Komulin looked at the account book in front of him and drank the red wine from his glass:

"Almost, let's release that guy as soon as possible, and it's time for the plan to help the master reforge the god body begin. How about that kid? ”

The shopkeeper's pupils constricted, and he opened another account book:

"See for yourself."

In the temple in the imperial city, there was a young child who was trying to fight against the alchemists of the temple, and the boy's silver-haired and golden eyes were adding snow-white skin. The whole child looks snow and cute, and people can't help but want to pick it up and rub it twice.

It's just that this child's sharp eyes and terrifying sword edge make it impossible to believe that he is only six years old. I saw one of the refiners who was fighting against him laughing and shouting at the child:

"Michael, you can't practice the sword like this, refining the weapon, refining the weapon, if you don't let it move with your heart, you can't completely control it."

Michael heard the alchemist's shout, and then changed his ways. Seeing that the child was working so hard, the cultivators stopped to order Michael in the details, and then left the space for him to practice alone.

The refiner left the hall and discussed:

"Michael, that kid is more than smart, but I always feel like something is missing?"

Another alchemist said:

"Less innate ability. Michael was shrouded in holy light as soon as he was born, and his silver hair and yellow eyes are definitely the characteristics of the Creator, and over the years, you see which of the girls who have gone out of the temple can give birth to someone like Michael, not to mention that the prophet has also predicted. ”

One of the refiners walking on the side couldn't hold back his mouth:

"But don't forget, when the prophet finished the prophecy, a line of words automatically appeared on the sand table, 'One son and two colors, one lotus and two colors.'" These two sentences are still incomprehensible. ”

"yes, yes."

Just now, the two refiners also nodded again and again:

"I'm afraid only the high priest will understand such a thing."

The three of them discussed like this, going farther and farther. After they left, a red-haired young man stepped out from behind the pillars of the main hall, looked at the three people who had left, and turned to walk towards the interior of the temple.

Above the splendid hall, the high priest stood on the highest steps and looked up at the sky:

"Did you find it, Aarenko?"

The red-haired man shook his head:

"Not yet. But I think he'll be on his own soon. ”

The High Priest did not respond to the red-haired man's words, but silently walked down the steps to the red-haired man's side:

"Go see Michael, he's in the practice room."

Michael nodded and turned to the back practice room. The little boy was still training hard, and Alenko didn't go in to disturb him, just stood at the door and watched silently, "It's so similar, it's really a touch." ”

Alenko thought so, but he finally sighed, turned around and went out:

"Compared with that child, Michael is more intelligent, but he lacks ability, and now he has such ability mostly because he uses the medicinal solution to build the foundation well, but that child ......"

Komulin closes the books:

"It's so old that I don't even recognize him. But how is it a six-year-old image. Now he should be nine years old. ”

The shopkeeper yawned:

"The people I sent can only see six years old, and I heard that Michael was hidden by the people of the temple, and I don't know where he was sent."

Komulin gave him a blank look:

"It seems that the people of the temple have also discovered that something is wrong with him, how can he only have a little bit of ability as a god son, but the master is there...... Demons, Angels...... Alas. ”

Suddenly, Komulin changed his mind:

"Michael is actually just a refiner, it seems that the war really caused him a lot of damage, and he can't even summon the soul refining array, so he can only be a refiner."

The shopkeeper, pack up the books:

"Don't be too happy, Arthur's sword can still be unsealed, but it's a matter of two things."

Komulin shook his head:

"No, Arthur's abilities are much better than Michael's, and I don't know what the end of this life will be...... Personnel have been exhausted, let it be the destiny of heaven. ”

The rising sun shone on the scorched earth, and what Arthur saw since he entered the gate was not a prosperous street as Komulin said, with the mountains as kings, but a desolate loess Gobi. Arthur lamented in his heart that he had not been transported to such a desolate place.

Complaining is complaining, Arthur still opened the map to carefully find his current location, after seeing the map, Arthur had a feeling that he wanted to drag Komulin to a thousand cuts.

Komulin, who was still drinking in the inn, sneezed coldly, and he touched his nose suspiciously:

"It's not cold, do you have a cold?"

Arthur looked at the location he was in now, the Huangyin Desert, there were at least three towns different from the Black Triangle, and there would be no shortage of sects on the way, and if he wanted to pass safely, he was afraid that it would take a lot of effort.

Arthur packed up his map and went to the center of the desert, where there was the only inn in the desert. Arthur walked in the desert on foot, the deeper he went, the thicker the sand became, and when Arthur crossed the desert with one foot deep and one foot shallow, the sun became more and more scorching, and finally when the sun was about to set, Arthur saw a small spot in the middle of the desert.

As if the flowers and plants that had not seen rain and dew for a long time ushered in a pouring rain, Arthur happily ran towards the inn. Seeing the door of the inn, Arthur looked at the tattered signboard "Desert Inn" hanging in front of the inn, Arthur swallowed his saliva, and finally decided to step in, even if there was danger, it was better than being buried in the desert like this.

As soon as Arthur stepped inside, he was greeted by a masked woman:

"Guest officer, are you sharp, or do you live in the hotel."

Arthur cursed in his heart: "Bastard! Within a radius of 100 miles, the entire desert is just your inn, and you have to ask what to hit the tip or live in the hotel, is there a difference! ”

Please continue to support Momoko!! (To be continued.) )