At the headquarters of the Dark Dragoon, such an alternative Oberen attracts a lot of attention. Most people did not recognize the young head of the Arthur family, not because of his clothes and looks, but because of his temperament. In the past, Oberen was sunny, clean, rigorous, and with a touch of romance and idealistic innocence. This is not to blame, as the heir to the three major families, Oberyen has been given the best care since birth, and he is only 19 years old now. At 19 years old, it is a weathered age in the wilderness, and in Dragon City, it is just beginning to take responsibility.

Oberen, who was now standing in the hall of the headquarters, had an aura of solemnity and depth, which could only be obtained on the battlefield, between blood and fire, and on the corpses of the enemy.

Instead of going straight to the sixth floor as usual, Oberen turned to the right side of the first floor, where the Dragoon Headquarters was dealing with tasks.

A few minutes later, Oberen had gone through the formalities related to a qiē and received the equipment, and the core was naturally the portable tactical brain. After the formalities were completed, the Major behind the desk stood up, shook hands with Oberen, and said in a respectful and conciliatory tone: "It is my great honor to inform you that you are already a lieutenant, congratulations!" Lord Oberen, the speed at which you have been promoted is something I have never seen before. ”

The major is in his 40s and has gained some weight. Like Lieutenant Colonel Julio, he left the frontline fighting and became a member of the bureaucracy at headquarters. His respect for Oberion was right, and as the head of the Arthur family, Oberen was undoubtedly powerful. Aside from that, Oberen's spell-like abilities up to the sixth order would be very terrifying if combined with his ability background. The young man in front of him already has a power that surpasses most people in Dragon City, but he is still fighting on the battlefield and has made many achievements. This kind of risk-taking move can be evaluated as stupidity, but it can also be called wisdom. But the Major knew that if Oberen didn't die for a few years, it would be the appearance of another hero. Whatever Oberen's fate may be, the Major is not willing to offend him at this time, and if he can please him, it will be the best.

In turbulent times, power and power are more important than ever. In the wilderness, the weak have no right to live, and in Dragon City, there is no word dignity in the dictionary of the little people.

Oberion thanked the major for his congratulations, humbly and politely, and maintained a proper sense of distance, which perfectly interpreted the demeanor and bearing of the heir of the great family.

The Major personally escorted Oberen out of the headquarters gates, complimenting him on the speed of his rank promotion along the way. However, Oberyen did not appreciate it this time, but said in a cold tone: "No, I don't think my rank promotion is fast, at least I know that Captain Su is promoted faster than me." ”

"This ......," the major was tempted to say, how it was. Sue is a barbarian from the wilderness, and it was only by virtue of his beautiful face that he won the favor of Persephone, and he was able to enter the Dark Dragoon. It is natural for Sue to fight for his life on the battlefield to earn merits, but Oberen's inheritance of the Arthur family, and he gradually showed a talent comparable to Persephone, and his noble status is natural even if he does not go to the battlefield, and it is somewhat debatable to fight for his life on the battlefield. In the final analysis, it is still the status of the high. However, the sophisticated Major saw Oberen's face, and remembered the relationship between Persephone and Oberen, and wisely chose not to bring up the topic again.

Outside the gate, Oberen politely said goodbye to the major. The Major did not see the car parked in front of the door, and was secretly surprised that he did not know how Oberen was going to return home. In the past, every time Oberen came over, there was a special car to follow the pick-up.

After waving goodbye to the major, Oberen's newly acquired tactical brain continued to vibrate, and a whole row of information appeared in it. Oberion took a general look, and most of the information he received was about a series of mission rewards and the payment for genetic identification of xenomorphic creatures, and Oberyen was not really interested in these rewards except for his achievements and evolution points. He is not a fool who knows that his family has a lot of resources, but he doesn't use them. The purpose of personal adventure is to sharpen himself, and in addition to challenging the limit, he will prepare all the necessary preparations and materials. For example, this time Oberion led the team deep into the southeast, and an encounter with mutant creatures almost wiped out the elite remnants of the Sea Emperor Trident that accompanied him, and if it weren't for these elites, Oberion would have become a fragment of the mutant creature's genes.

Among the many messages, one piece of information suddenly caught Oberen's attention, and it was an ordinary-looking news of a military promotion.

Oberen calmly clicked on it, then read it silently for a full minute, and suddenly slammed the tactical brain that had been received for less than an hour and smashed it on the ground!

He looked up at the gray sky and took a deep breath of icy air, letting the biting cold slowly cool his blood. After a few moments, Oberen, who had calmed down, returned to headquarters to pick up a new Portable Brain. Then Oberen, known for his spell-like abilities, left the headquarters by running, like Sue. Many people saw this scene, some were surprised, some were curious, and some were thoughtful.

There are also churches in the dragon city, and they are magnificent, the prayer hall is deep and lofty, and the frescoes on the four walls are a little mottled because of their age. Due to the rare sight of sunlight all year round, the high glass stained windows are no longer able to show the former look. The cathedral, which can accommodate hundreds of people praying at the same time, is now being tended by only three people. A priest, an elderly night watchman, and a teenager in charge of cleaning. Although the priest will help with everything, such a large church is certainly not something that three people can clean, so dust inevitably accumulates in many corners.

This is also known as the Holy One. James's Cathedral once had a glorious past, but in this age of power, faith has played little role. Moreover, the teachings that are now being disseminated in this church are, in all seriousness, different from those of the old days.

By the time the hands of the church bell pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, it was already very dark. The cold wind whistled through the empty streets, sending out heart-curpitling whimpers. For often days can not receive a reliance on the saint. James Church is less likely to be attended at this time. The weather is very bad right now, and most people in Dragon City will stay in warm homes.

The boy who was cleaning the church was about to close the half-open door, when he suddenly saw a person running at the end of the street, and he hesitated for a moment, and did not decide not to close the door yet, to see if the person was going to come to the church, although this possibility was very low.

Under the dim sky, the man ran from the empty street at a constant speed, and at this moment, it seemed that the whole world was left with this lonely person.

The boy originally thought that it was Sue who was running, because there was such a barbarian in the entire Dragon City who relied on running back and forth. When the man ran closer, the boy saw that it was not Sue, but a stranger in tattered clothes who looked like he had just come down from the battlefield. But the boy's hunch was accurate, and the stranger was indeed running towards the church.

Seeing the young man leaning against the door, Oberen greeted with a smile from afar: "Little Mock, is the priest here?" ”

When the young man heard a familiar voice, he was immediately startled, and quickly straightened up, and looked at it for a long time before hesitating and asking, "Are you...... Lord Oberiley? ”

Oberyen smiled and patted little Mock on the head and said, "I've said it many times, just call me Oberen." Is the priest inside? ”

"The priest is sorting out the canon, and you'll have to find him in the back room." Teenager Mock said.

"I see." Oberen nodded, and slipped through the small door into the church.

The boy wanted to close the door, but he thought about it, and didn't know why, but decided to let the door open for a while. Although this would constantly cause cold wind to come through the cracks in the open door, and many times it would make him shiver, but the young Mock still had some expectations. Perhaps it was Oberen's arrival that ignited the hope that there was no zài, but a vague expectation still made him choose to continue to open the small door.

Every once in a while, Oberen would go to the church, talk to the priest for a while, and then pray alone. But in the last two months, it was the first time that little Mock had seen him.

This time Oberen's stay was short, and he walked out of the church in less than ten minutes. As he ran away, little Mock suddenly had a strange feeling, as if Oberyen was much taller and more majestic than before. Little Mock knew that Oberen's home was far, far away, so far away that it would take more than an hour to drive. Judging by the direction he left, it should be going home, but is he going to run back like this, and how long will it take?

Little Mock looked at the sky that was almost completely dark, listened to the cold wind whimpering and whistling, and immediately shivered a few times at the thought of running alone in this environment. He stretched out his hands, which were a little stiff from the cold, and tried to close the small door. It's already dark and no one will come to church anymore.

Just as the small door was about to close completely, a hoarse but very moving voice suddenly came from the crack in the door: "Mock, is the priest here?" ”

Little Mock's eyes lit up and he almost jumped! He hurriedly pushed the door open and called out, "Sister Sally! ”。

Standing outside the door was a beautiful girl, wrapped in a thick coat to protect herself from the cold. Her little face was red from the cold, and she was holding a few large thick books in her arms.

Sally flashed into the small door, and Mock closed the small door tightly, then took the book in Sally's hand, looked at it, and said with some surprise: "Sister Sally, have you read all these books?" ”

"Yes, I like it very much, I stayed up late these days to watch it. Mock, can you help me see if there are any of these books in the church? Sally unbuttoned her coat and carefully took out a piece of paper from her inner pocket listing the titles, authors, and publications of seven or eight books.

Mork's gaze stayed on Sally's bulging chest, and after taking the list, he glanced at it quickly, then moved his gaze back to the place where he came, and said, "There are three books in the church, and I can secretly give them to you when you leave, but ......"

"Mock, your hands are cold again, are they?" There was some helplessness in Sally's smile, but also some tenderness. ,Wonderful unlimitedhttp://Www./