The heraldic depicted by the flowing fire seems to be some kind of ancient totem, with complex and abstract forms.

Perhaps noticing Ian's gaze, he lowered his head, his gaze past his bulging belly and onto the coat of arms at his feet.

It roared and tried to jump away, but the coat of arms that glowed with a dark red light suddenly lit up, and a pillar of red light shot up into the sky, piercing through the thick fog and poking straight into the dark night sky.

Pa Da was shrouded in red light, and let out bursts of rage, but he couldn't break out of the range of the red pillar of light. At the same time, Ian's ears rang with the voice of the lizardman prince Zandhar, who was chanting a strange incantation in a language that Ian couldn't understand. After a while, the red light became more and more intense, and the snap was completely covered by the red light, and it was almost impossible to see its figure, and the roar gradually disappeared.

As the pillars of light faded away, they eventually turned into sporadic points of light, like sparks blooming from a fire, disappearing into the air, and the mist regained its power, regaining control of the air.

Seeing this, Ian immediately rushed forward and came to the spot where the snap and the red coat of arms appeared. He was surprised to find that the appearance of the snapping body in front of him had returned to its original appearance, and he was asleep.

The lizardman Zandar and the black-armored girl also walked up from behind, their eyes full of surprise, especially Zandar himself: "Weird, weird," he couldn't help but use the lizardman's language habits to express his shock, "My soulbinding technique should only temporarily seal its psychic power, how can it have such an effect......"

It seems that even the caster himself does not know what is really going on.

"Whatever you know," said the black-armored woman coldly, "you'll have to give me an explanation." ”

Ian turned his head to look at her, only to see that she had turned and walked towards the guards behind her. The person who looked like the captain of the guard was respectful: "Great Lord, are these people all taken away?"

"Take it all away, keep an eye on that monster. The black-armored woman nodded and commanded majestically.

......

In the large, brightly lit shed, Ian and Zandar stood in the middle, their feet snapping at their feet.

The two of them didn't dare to move now, although no one had explained to them yet, but they had vaguely understood their situation.

There were a dozen swords and spears facing them around them, and the slightest rash move would be stabbed into a sieve.

At the top of the steps in front of them, the black-armored woman who had been fighting side by side just now was wearing a gray fur robe, and sat on the Iron Throne like a man. Ian noticed a human skull embedded in each of the left and right armrests of the throne, and four hollow eye sockets staring ahead.

A long, snow-white hand gently stroked the forehead and face of one of the skeletons.

"This is my husband, the former lord of Swamp Dragon City," she introduced in a calm voice, "he is a fool who has been deceived and used to try to murder me. Then her slender hand tapped the skeleton on the other side with her fingernails, "This is the one who deceived and used him." ”

"And I," she said, standing up, "the current lord of Swamp Dragon City, High Lord Martira, daughter of Santod. She raised her face from top to bottom, arrogantly, and glared at the humans and lizardmen below, "Now, tell me about you, and maybe I will forgive you for your sins." ”

Zandar crossed his hands over his chest and bowed: "Zandar, at your service." I am the royal heir of the Lizardman Bloodrage Clan, and while avoiding palace fights and intrigues, I am on a journey to find a way and opportunity for my clan to ascend to Jackie Chan......"

Before he could finish speaking, the eyes of the Great Lord Martila lit up: "Dragon?

"Yes, yes......" Zandar was disrupted by her sudden excitement.

"Hahahahaha No, you're innocent in the first place, it's you who used your wonderful spells to restrain the monster's movements!Wait, I forgot to talk about the conditions......" She looked at Zandar again with a greedy gaze, "If I forgive you and let you go after the way to ascend to a dragon and—uh, opportunity, opportunity?opportunity!Yes, that's the word, would you like to form an alliance with me as a dragon?"

Zandar looked a little embarrassed, it was a naked threat. This great lord is comparable to a kidnapper robber.

Seeing that he hesitated, Martila really put away her smile and threatened in a cold voice again: "Or you can choose to live here forever as a lizardman and become a member of the swamp dragon city, I also welcome it, Your Royal Highness the Prince!"

Zandar only thought for a moment before compromising, "Of course, Lord of Swamp Dragon City, if I ascend to the rank of a dragon, I will form an alliance with you as a dragon. ”

"Good!" Martila almost jumped with joy, "Before you go, I'll arrange a simple ceremony to sign a pre-alignment agreement!"

"Pre-alliance, pre-alliance?" Ian almost saw Zandar's lizard scales sweating, of course, that couldn't happen, the lizardmen didn't sweat.

"Of course, what if you run away and don't come back?" said Martila with a laugh, "Of course I know that His Royal Highness would not do such an untrustworthy thing, that is the work of the slum ruffians! ”

With that, Martila returned her gaze to Ian's body, and glanced at the sleeping snap at his feet.

"As for your ......," the Great Lord looked grim, "the pets you brought with you have damaged eight or nine of my properties, three of them are seriously injured and dying, and ten are slightly injured. In addition, I myself was forced to participate in the fighting, and I was severely frightened. Do you have anything else to say?"

When Ian heard this, he was forced to be frightened, and he was obviously having a lot of fun dancing with the mace......

But for the sake of survival, it's better not to say this kind of thing.

He also saluted the high lord and said, "Although I brought this monster into the city, as you can see, it should have been like this, and I don't know why it suddenly turned into such a dangerous form......"

"You mean," Martila's voice was full of murderous intent, "I was the one who made it like this, and I deserve all this damage?"

Precisely.

Ian wanted to answer, but he couldn't. It has been shown in his dialogue after the change that it is likely to feed on human desires. The desires here are filthy and vicious, and they change dramatically.

"I didn't say that. Ian shrugged helplessly, "I'm just stating, it's not my fault either. ”

"But you brought it, and you're responsible for it!" the High Lord raised his voice, a little harsh.

Ian doesn't worry much about his life anymore. Judging from her conversation with Zandar and what she had said to herself so far, the High Lord was trying to blackmail him. All Ian could do was be to be as little false as possible and try not to anger the queen.

"You're right, my lord," Ian reluctantly admitted, "I do deserve responsibility. But—" he remembered something, "in battle, I saved you once." Saving the lord, this merit should be able to offset a lot of sins, right?"

The fierce-looking guards around them all looked at each other: "This guy is quite thick-skinned! ”

"It doesn't matter if I have me or not in Swamp Dragon City," no one could have imagined that the Queen would say this, "the people are the most important thing! I am grateful that you saved me in a time of crisis, but this can only be offset at most—" The obvious pause was clearly calculating, "the loss of ten lightly wounded civilians. And the rest ......"

Ian knows that the most important thing at this time is not to be found out his true identity, otherwise he will lose even his pants. As a member of the War Scar Mercenary Group, the relationship with the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce ...... No, it can't be exposed, otherwise the other party will definitely drag the Golden Tail Chamber of Commerce in. After thinking about it, his chips were still only the skills of the magic blacksmith......

"For the rest," Ian cleared his throat, "I'll repair the damage to the building myself." And the loss of your fright, and most importantly, the loss of three seriously wounded," he deliberately followed Martilla's words, emphasizing the importance of the people, "I will forge three armor blades for you as a blacksmith. ”

"Refreshing!" The big lord is now completely devoid of the majesty of the nobility, maybe the rumors that she is not from a noble family are true, "I like to chat with people like you, hahahahaha!" Her hearty laughter resounded through the central walled city of the swamp dragon city.

Ian quietly wiped the sweat for himself in his heart. He now especially wants to touch his wig, whether it is crooked, to confirm whether it will reveal flaws and reveal his true identity. But he couldn't. As long as he is found wearing a wig, the bandit queen will definitely check his identity immediately, and after that, I am afraid it will not be as easy as a few casts.

The two were "graciously retained" to spend the night in the central walled-city, and their contract with the High Lord Martila was drawn up overnight. The guards stayed in front of their door all night and did not let them go until the next morning, after signing the contract. Leaving the central walled city, Ian and Zandar looked at each other helplessly, but deeply. There was still too little communication between them, Ian didn't know about his secret arts, and Zandar didn't know that Ian had the skills of a blacksmith and that he was snapping.

Ian is not yet used to identifying Zandar as his comrade-in-arms. He's not like Sid, who has naturally walked with him all the way, but now he's a little unaccustomed to not being around. Therefore, when he found out that Pa Da was lost last night, he didn't realize that he should call Zandar at all. New companions and new teams, Ian hasn't gotten used to it yet.

Zandar didn't have that much introspection. He was sure that the prophet Rum's prophecy would not be wrong, but he was worried that in the future, once he ascended to the rank of dragon, the glory of the clan that had been restored with great difficulty would be covered with dust and shadow because of this paper contract in the city of swamp dragons.

The two of them returned to the tavern with their own worries and worries, and with sad faces.

As soon as they entered, they saw Alphen anxiously waiting for them.