The air in the quiet room was gloomy, and only a little candle flame faintly illuminated the calm faces of the two men. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Dalyan took a deep breath, as if to wash away the rushing absurdity from his mind. At first, he thought that the infidels were playing tricks on him, but Jogget's style seemed to be casual, but his tone was solemn, and he even spoke the name of Kavala the Great with a hint of persistent fanaticism. For some reason, Dalyan didn't think the other party was making fun of his ancestors. But if what Yogett said is true, then what a sea mouth he boasted about! Pande Kavala has been dead for three centuries, and even the vast empire he built has fallen apart for more than a hundred years, and even his children are left to live on the continent that bears his name. Anyone who told Dalyan that he was looking for was Pander Kavala, and Dalyan would only think of him as a tomb robber who had come to humiliate him, but in Yogget's mouth, looking for someone was really looking for someone, a conqueror who had once looked down on the continent, not a pile of yellowed dry bones.

"I can't believe you." Dalyan said with difficulty.

"I understand. Sounds incredible, right? Yogett shrugged indifferently, with a heartfelt demeanor, but the next second his tone hardened again, "But what does this have to do with me asking you for the griffon's heraldic ring?" Whether you believe it or not is your business, but if you don't give it, then it's up to you. He stood up and raised the staff in his hand, "I have seen too many superficial people, who tend to measure the world with their own pitiful eyes, and have always been dismissive of things beyond their meager common sense, and have missed the higher and farther scenery. I thought that the descendants of Kavala the Great were born to stand on high places, but it turned out that it was nothing more than that. ”

Dalyan gripped the hilt of his sword and slowly pulled it out of its sheath, a cold light widening across his face. Darian looked at Yogot, who was walking slowly, and whispered, "The descendants of emperors are not emperors, no one is born to stand on a high place, even a griffin flutters its wings in the mud and flies into the sky. ”

His long sword turned to his left hand, and in Yogget's stunned gaze, he swung the blade down with all his might!

The sound of the blade slicing through the muscles and bones was like a blank piece of paper, and a severed finger fell to the ground, splattering blood on the griffin's dark silver wings. Dalyan's face was pale in the light of the candlelight, but his eyes were like a piece of clear ice, reflecting a little relief and calm. "Take it, I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you. This heraldic ring cannot be removed from the day I put it on, unless my finger is severed. Since then I've known that this ring has a strange feeling, and maybe it resonates with the weird you, maybe you can really find an ancestor with this thing. After all, according to you, this ring was made by him. Dalyan said self-deprecatingly.

Silent for a moment, Yogett picked up Dalyan's severed finger from the ground and tried to remove the ring, but the heraldic ring seemed to be rooted in flesh and blood, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it.

"Don't bother, you wait for hours, when the muscles are inactive, the ring will come off automatically. How else do you think I inherited this ring from my father? Dalyan leaned against the wall, sat down slowly, and said weakly.

"I take back what I said before." Yogett solemnly wrapped up his severed finger, "With Your Excellency's vision, if you are in the same era as Osa and Archduke Alfred, the light radiating will not be inferior to those two heroes, and it is even possible to revive the empire and put this continent back in the shadow of the griffin's wings." ”

"I think so too." Dalyan said, "You've got it, why are you still here?" ”

"Hehe," Jogett laughed twice, "I think Your Excellency will be a very good sacrifice, and the goddess should be very pleased with the bloodline of the old Pander royal family." ”

"The believers of Oxer really turned their faces faster than they turned the books." Dalyan sighed, "It's a matter of crossing the river and tearing down bridges, no wonder you're being treated as heretics. Not only did it retain the dark and barbaric religious activities of the blood sacrifice of the living, but even the style of action was quite despicable. ”

"Laughing, everything we do is to please the goddess." Yoggett approached Dalyan and raised his staff, as if wondering where to make Dalyan unconscious, but at this moment, there was a sudden sound of the wind in his ears, like the ebb and flow of the tide, and soon he found that the source of the wind came from Dalyan, who was sitting in a languid position in front of him—he was breathing heavily!

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Only four fingers were left to grasp the hilt of the sword, and the sword light rose from the ground with a bloody light, and at this moment Yogette mistakenly thought that he had seen a griffon shaking from the mud and spreading its wings to pounce on him! At this moment, Dalyan's oppressive power was not inferior to that of any super-first-class martial artist, and even surpassed! Yogett was still holding his staff, but the tip of the bull-like sword was already close to his chest, his mind went blank, and the sudden breath of death fluttered wildly above his head.

A thin hand like a withered branch poked out of the darkness that the candle flame could not illuminate, and quietly grasped the blade of the sword, as easily as the wings of a butterfly. Trevor appears behind Yoggett and takes the deadly blow for him, to put it mildly. There was not the slightest surprise on Dalyan's face, just a look of regret, he looked at Trevor, and suddenly spoke: "It turned out to be you." ”

"It's me." Trevor said.

"Why?" Dalyan asked.

"I just want to live."

"I see." Dalyan let go of the hilt of his sword, he stood up, pushed the door open and walked out, Trevor silently watching his somewhat stumbling back, unhindered.

Yogett came to his senses and stroked his chest with palpitations, the black robe ripped open, and if Trevor had slowed down by half a minute, the sword would have pierced his heart. He looked at Trevor and asked, "You know him?" ”

"After the death of Kavala V, I have been in contact with the old Pande royalty, but they don't know who I am. I used to be Dalyan's sword teacher. Trevor said.

"That's the case...... "Yogett nodded knowingly, "Then you still feel a little guilty about them in your heart, right?" ”

"Aren't you too? Aside from Dalyan, have you met anyone who speaks your language? Trevor said expressionlessly, "You could have left him behind and brought him back to the altar as a sacrifice, and I won't stop you." ”

"It's rare to have an excuse for me to fool around with my devotion to the goddess, how boring it is to say it." Yogett shrugged and walked out, Trevor silently following him. The room was quiet again, the night breeze poured in through the open door, the candle flame flickered and went out, and the darkness engulfed the space again, leaving only the faint smell of blood remaining.