After that, things could be said to have gone smoothly, which was beyond Morey's expectations, and Callein, who was in a good mood, happily agreed to Morey's request to visit the Holy Land.

He didn't even make Morey wait until the next day, and took him to a cave that day.

It is said that this was once the place where their ancestors stayed, and it was here that they may have been favored by the white dragon and successfully obtained the white dragon bloodline.

Of course, Waldstaz scoffed at this, according to him:

"If it weren't for the pitiful creatures who were about to freeze to death, I wouldn't have accepted those unclothed refugees."

Of course, there is no need to talk to Callein about this kind of thing, and Morey feels that Wardstaz may not really be moved by compassion, but more to be a backhand.

What could be safer than staying in the holy land of a powerful tribe?

When the seemingly ordinary dark red stone was easily taken away by himself, Morey even wondered if he had taken the wrong thing, and just picked up a stone and brought it back, otherwise why didn't the spell enchantment that shrouded the Holy Land react at all when he left?

Morey's somewhat sluggish expression successfully confused Callein, in his eyes, this was Morey shocked by the magnificent holy land, after all, whether it was the huge cave that was enough to accommodate the entire Red Leaf City, or the demonic beast bones that exuded the power of frost, it was enough to give a very deep impression to the newcomer.

So when Morey said that he was unwell and should go back to rest first, Carlein agreed without even thinking about it.

After barely surviving a few days, the group of Red Leaf Castle set off for their return journey under a welcome ceremony in the style of the Snow Barbarian Department.

When Morey returned to Red Leaf City, he didn't even have time to rest, and directly found Wardstaz who was fishing on the artificial lake.

"Yes, that's it!"

Hearing the affirmative words of the White Dragon God, Morey finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"When's that?"

"Tomorrow! I'll get something ready for you! ”

The old dragon left such a sentence, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"It's as simple as that?"

Looking at the unconscious Bert, Morey asked with some concern.

Just now, this white dragon directly stabbed a frozen blood needle into Bert's body, Rao was hit by Morey's coma technique, and this majesty still frowned slightly.

"Rest assured, you can see the results in a day at most!"

Wardstaz said impatiently.

If it weren't for Morey's insistence on treating Bert immediately, he would still be carefully absorbing the divine power crystals he left behind in Red Leaf City.

Morey wasn't embarrassed in any way.

If you want Bert to absorb the blood of the dragon god by himself, even if he sends it himself, with Bert's current cautious style, I'm afraid that he won't be able to move after absorbing all the demonic power.

So as a last resort, he could only send the Buddha to the west to let Wardstaz take action himself.

As the king of the Holy Lance Kingdom, Bert naturally has no shortage of legendary professionals around him, but in front of a former god, it is still not enough.

"Alright, if you've seen enough, let's go! My enchantment can't hold them back for too long! ”

Morey nodded, glanced at the unconscious Bert again, and stepped into the teleportation array to leave.

Seeing that Morey finally left, Wardstaz took a light breath and completely erased the traces of the spell here, and then tore through the plane barrier and drilled in.

And before he left, the next second the three legends finally teamed up to break through the spell barrier that suddenly appeared in the king's bedroom, smashed the wooden door and broke in.

"Let go of Your Majesty"

Looking at Bert, who was snoring softly on the bed, the three legends looked at each other.

What the hell is going on?!

Although it has been a whole month since he went to the royal capital late at night to give Bert an injection, until now Morey can't help but feel a sense of weakness when he sees Bert.

"What do you call this?!"

By discussing frontier matters in the royal capital once a year and catching Morey, the commander-in-chief of the Far Eastern Military District, in the royal capital, Bert finally found a person to confide in his frustration.

"The palace physician has examined me three times inside and out, and confirmed that apart from an extremely powerful bloodline on my body, I haven't found any signs of curses or toxins!"

"You said that this mysterious man ran to the palace in the middle of the night and knocked me unconscious, just to increase my strength? With such a good thing, why sneak around?! ”

Bert is really depressed, if he said that he was knocked unconscious and then conspired against, he can still accept it, after all, he will bear the weight of the crown, he has been mentally prepared, but not only did he not suffer any harm this time, but he got a lot of benefits, and the whispers that would always ring in his ears during this time have completely disappeared since this "attack", which can be regarded as relieving him of a worry.

But it was precisely because of this that it was even more difficult for him to accept, did he look like the kind of vicious king who would take revenge?

"Maybe that's what those hidden powerhouses do! Don't ask for anything in return, as long as you look at the right eye, even an artifact can give it to you! ”

Unable to bear the distress of his friend, Morey opened his mouth to persuade him.

"Really? Is there such a strong person? Where did you hear that? ”

Morey's explanation made Bert suspicious.

"Of course!"

Morey nodded affirmatively, and continued:

"That's what everybody says in the redhead hut!"

"Redhead Cabin?"

Bert racked his brains and didn't think of any special organization in the red-haired cabin, could it be that this is the latest organization to be formed?

Or are they the hidden forces that have long ceased to be seen?

Judging from Morey's status as a candidate for the next Guardian of the Book of Laws, the latter is more likely.

"Well, a tavern that has just been established in Red Leaf City that focuses on southern style, there are a lot of bards who have traveled from south to north!"

Morey explained in a serious way.

“”

"Morey."

"How?"

"Priest Teresa asked me for a list of the lines of Hell next year, I think you're a good fit, should you think about it!"

If you like it, you will be presumptuous, the ancients did not deceive!

Looking at Morey, who was looking at him with a resentful face, Bert quickly shook some inappropriate thoughts out of his head.

Astral plane, somewhere.

"After a while, you go and get rid of that guy! He's done what he's supposed to do! ”

"Yes, master!"

As soon as the words fell, an unrecognizable black shadow flashed.

The formless but infinitely powerful gaze once again turned to the world of Becky.

"Wait, wait"

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