In the evening, Zhao Qian carried the big sword on his back and calmly returned to Tyrone's manor.

Everything was the same as it was when he did.

The servants were busy preparing for dinner, and tonight was to celebrate the day when Miss Grace would be able to return safely.

But Zhao Qian got other or even more puzzling news from the Rose gang.

The Grace she got may be a fake, at least definitely not the daughter of Baron Winchester, who loves her daughter so much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have seen such a peaceful atmosphere in Riverdale after he found out that his daughter had disappeared.

Walking in, Tyrone was wiping the sweat from his body and walked in from the backyard.

The lord's performance looked more like that of a warrior than a high-ranking ruler.

Nodding.

Zhao Qian rubbed shoulders with the baron.

The other party looked at the heavy sword behind Zhao Qian's back as if he was interested.

"Glenn."

Went upstairs and walked a few steps.

Tyrone stopped him from behind, and the servants beside him carefully leaned sideways to make way for the new young master.

Zhao Qian stood in place, looking at the tall and sturdy white lord in front of him. In his mind, he was thinking more about the so-called dragon slaying plan of the Rose group.

It's tempting.

Coupled with the so-called test task triggered by himself at that time, Zhao Qian thought about it again and again, and after thinking about the pros and cons, he agreed.

After all, if you were to face the winged fire dragon you saw by yourself, you would be tease a strong elephant with a toothpick.

It has nothing to do with looking for death, because it is looking for death.

"Yes."

Zhao Qian looked up, holding on to the handrail of the wooden staircase and looked at the man who stopped him, and looked at this person.

Doubt.

Tyrone Winchester's eyes flashed with some inexplicable look, and soon he seemed to wake up again.

"It's fine."

motioned for Zhao Qian to go upstairs and change into the clothes that the tailor had already made for him. Actually, it's just a slightly smaller one from Tyrone's previous dress.

Somewhere on the estate.

Sitting in a quiet room without the help of a servant, the lord of Riverdale washed his sweat from his body, and beside him lay the clean clothes that the old butler had prepared. It's just that his expression is not so good-looking.

"Confirmed?"

"Yes, young master."

The old butler folded some piece of clothing that Tyrone wouldn't wear and put it in a basket beside him.

"Master Glenn did enter the inn controlled by those adventurers."

"In other words, Glenn came back with hatred in itself."

Tyrone said unhurriedly as he wiped it with a towel cloth dipped in hot water.

"My brother never forgot those things."

But the butler did not answer, and discussing the master's family affairs was not in itself what a steward should do. The old guy just kept his head down and did what he had to do.

"Whoa, go get the Nels part back. Dealing with the mess of the dwarven migration will be left to the people of Longlake Town. ”

There was a sound of water, and the lord said as if he had thought of something.

In his mouth, a major event that shocked the continent seemed to have become a very insignificant matter.

But the butler on the side knew about it.

In April of this year, the Fire Demon reappeared in Moriah, the pride of the dwarves, and killed the second Longbearded Dwarven King, who abandoned Moriah and moved east to the Lonely Mountain.

"Yes."

The old butler answered, and was signaled by Tyrone to step back.

In the quiet room, the white lord glanced at something hiding in the corner.

Through the light hanging on the wall, a hint of dark metallic luster was reflected in his eyes.

Tyrone didn't seem to see it.

The camera zooms in.

A small fly lies on a dark black plank.

The little insect came to rest there vividly.

Occasionally, the lower wings twitched, flashing with a silvery white light. (To be continued.) )