Inside the Night Castle, in the very heart of the city, a quiet office. In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a tall figure stood with his hands in his hands, the bright sunlight shining on his body, shimmering between the white gloves.

Knock knock!

There was a sharp knock on the door, and the figure slowly turned, revealing a stern and majestic face. The years have not left too many marks on his face, but the white sideburns show that he is no longer young.

The middle-aged man slowly sat behind the desk before he said in a deep voice.

"Please come in!"

"Hey! Smith. See who's coming?" a figure pushed open the door and walked straight towards the desk, in a breezy tone, and probably in a hurry, without even cleaning his shoes, leaving two dirty footprints on the plain floor.

"Hillman, if you still want to learn my fists, I'll be satisfied. When Smith saw the arrival, a smile appeared on his unsmiling face, and if his subordinates saw it, they would be surprised.

But Hillman seemed to be familiar with Smith well, and sat down in the chair at his desk, picked up a tin box on the table, opened it, and sniffed deeply.

"Ahh This drink called tea is always unforgettable!" Hillman easily fumbled out a set of tea utensils from the cabinet next to him, and in a few moments, a cup of fragrant hot tea was freshly baked.

"Are you here just to rub my cup of tea?" Smith was not sorry that the hard-won tea had been wasted, he cared about the purpose of Hillman's coming to him. If it weren't for the big event, this guy who has always been lazy would never have come to his office.

Hillman paused, and after slowly drinking the cup of tea in his hand, he handed it to Smith.

"What?" Smith could tell that Hillman was trying to tell him, but he still couldn't understand what it meant.

"Open it and take a look, be careful not to call it out. Hillman put away his relaxed look and said with some seriousness.

Smith glanced at the teacup in front of him, thought about it for a moment, and then slowly lifted the lid of the teacup.

Bang!

Smith stood up abruptly and smashed the teacup in front of him with his hand, which was not even possible for an eight-star knight, and their control over their bodies had reached an inhuman level. So there are only two explanations for this kind of thing happening, one is that Smith is so shocked that he has gotten out of control, and the second is ......

He did it on purpose!

A wave of qi came from Smith's body, and a red circle of light spread out around the center of Tong, until it enveloped the entire office, sealing tightly.

"Are you crazy, to provoke the royal family!" Smith finally let out a snarl after laying out the elaborate secrecy measures.

At this time, Smith was shocked and angry, it stands to reason that a person in a high position like him has learned to remain quiet, even in the face of a landslide. But what's in the teacup is terrifying!

A cloud of pale golden blood!

Few people know that the bloodline of the imperial family has the power to be passed down from generation to generation, and each of them is the darling of light. Coupled with the special cultivation method, each generation of strong people in the royal family emerges in an endless stream, and their most distinctive feature is that every attack will carry a blazing light attribute!

In the face of Smith's roar, Hillman did not attack, but said slowly.

"It wasn't the work of the royal family, at least not the royal family of record. ”

Smith had calmed down at the moment, and after listening to Hillman's explanation, his face gradually softened.

"Bastards out there, that's much easier, at least they won't charge you with contempt of the imperial power. Smith breathed a sigh of relief, "It's just that I can hurt you, I think it's the kind of talent that is quite talented." Do you know which branch he belongs to? If you handle it well, it should minimize the impact. ”

"Gnevere. Hillman slowly uttered a name that was about to be forgotten by the world.

"What!?" Smith cried out in disbelief, the name a knot in his heart, a knot that could never be broken. He thought he would never hear this name again in his life, but when he heard it, a wave of memories still came flooding back to his heart.

......

"Smith, do I look good in this court dress?"

"Father scolded me again......! I don't want to ignore him anymore. Smith, will you talk to me?"

"Smith, I'm out playing! You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"I ...... I don't want to go to the Nubi, they're not fun at all......"

......

At some point, tears were already streaming from the corners of Smith's eyes, and Hillman duly handed over the tissue.

Syllable!

Smith slapped Hillman's hand away with one palm, and grabbed his collar with the other, as if a flame burned in his eyes.

"You...... Say it again!"

Hillman said as if anticipating Smith's reaction, so he said without anger. "He is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy who has never practiced the secret method of the royal family, but his strength is not bad. I know the knowledge of alchemy, and my strength is quite strong, and I accidentally stimulated a little of his blood without realizing it, and as a result, I almost roasted me as a hand. Hillman held up his right hand, and it was obvious that the palm of his hand had been charred black, like wood that had been struck by lightning, and black carbon shavings would fall when touched.

"Such a strong bloodline is rare in the past, isn't it? even our majesty ...... it."

"Shut up!" Smith directly stopped what Hillman was going to say next, but his eyes shook for a while, he believed Hillman's judgment, such a strong bloodline, then it could only be a direct bloodline, he ......

"Where is he?"

"In the Night Castle, I sent him here, and now he may be assigned to some miscellaneous army. Hillman didn't care, but by the way he inadvertently teased, he knew he meant it.

"Let's go, find him!" Smith waved his hand to dissipate the red circle of light that enveloped the office, and walked out without looking back, his face like solidified molten iron, hard as words.

"Hey, wait for me! you're not in such a hurry, are you?" Hillman chased after him, sighing uncontrollably, "Alas, the guy who is heavy on color and light on friends. ”

"Shut up!" Smith scolded without looking back.

......

The martial arts arena of the Night Castle is particularly lively today, because the day has come for a group of new people to replace the old ones.

Three huge tournament platforms were set up in the center of the arena, and there was a circle of spectators next to it, and people from all major legions came to visit here to see the little ones who would become their juniors in the future.

The most conspicuous spectator seat was only three seats, and the Legion Elders of the three legions sat peacefully on it, watching the battles below with a blank expression.

"No. 1 Tournament! Next! Cizer!"

"Oh roar roar, Seezer is you, don't be defeated by someone else!"

"You're too careful. Cizer was succinct and slowly walked onto the stage.

Standing in front of Cizer was a young man of the same age, who walked up to the stage with a wooden sword in his hand.

"Cizer, are you sure you don't need a weapon?" the referee kindly reminded that although no real weapons were allowed in this competition, a wooden sword was better than nothing.

"Thanks, but I want to ask if I don't need to. Cizer replied politely. If he didn't have the alchemy armguards, the other weapons wouldn't mean much to him.

However, when he said this, he obviously did not consider the mood of the young man opposite, and the face of the opposite person was already red at this time.

"Oh, let's get started. "The referee is also from the army, and he did not delay in doing things, and directly announced the start of the battle.

"You'll regret it!" After saying this, the young man opposite Cizer rushed over, and the wooden sword in his hand stabbed straight into Cezel's face, and the ice-blue sword snorted incessantly, and a chill spread.

Cizer did not choose to take a hard connection because he did not have a weapon in his hand, but instead dodged the sword sideways.

But the boy was clearly prepared for this, and as soon as his sword moved, he slashed at Cezel's neck. Now Cizer had to face this sword head-on, and he couldn't dodge it simply by dodging.

What the!

The young man on the other side had a stunned expression on his face, as if he had seen something incredible.

Indeed, what is happening in front of his eyes is indeed a little difficult to accept. Cizer's left hand was in front of his throat at some point, and the tip of the wooden sword was directly pinched firmly by three fingers, and even if the boy exerted all his strength and was hoarse, he couldn't move the tip of the sword a little.

The ice-blue sword seemed to have lost its source of strength, fluttering and fading away, and not even a trace of frost appeared on Cezel's hands.

"Good strength, a good seedling. On the viewing platform, the man named Chihu saw this scene, and his eyes suddenly lit up. As we all know, the Red Tiger Legion's favorite thing is the powerful man, and if he is a little more burly, he will be even more popular.

"Yes, but he'll definitely join us in the Fallen Light. The white-armored man made no secret of his intentions.

"Why do you have to rob me?" Chihu slapped heavily on the armrest of the seat, and it was obvious that the armrest had been cut off.

The Fallen Light's Legion Commander wanted to say more, but was stopped by a voice.

"Can't you two be quiet for a while? I can't even watch it anymore. ”

The two of them were silent for a moment, as if they had been exerted magic, quietly watching the competition on the stage.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the boy quickly regained consciousness, and immediately made a decision, abandoning his sword and retreating, staring firmly at Cizer with a pair of vigilant eyes.

However, Cizer had no intention of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, threw the wooden sword in his hand under the stage, and stood still.

The two confronted each other for a while, and the teenager opposite was a little at a loss for a choice under the tremendous pressure. At this moment, he saw the person opposite raise his left hand and wave at him, as if to say.

Come here!

Driven by a strong sense of humiliation, the boy erupted into a terrifying roar that swooped straight at Cizer. And his right fist was clenched, and an ice-blue light was condensing.

Bang!

A figure flew out upside down and landed under the arena. And that person was naturally not Cizer, and at this time he was indifferently patting his clothes and wiping away the dust that did not exist on them.

"Cizer wins!"