The old man who spoke a standard and strong Icelandic semi-indigenous language was not a striking person, with a round and rumbling body, shrouded in an old gray robe, but he didn't feel fat, he felt like a big wooden cow in Sicily? This is a very awkward vision, the old man has an old-fashioned face, but the feelings that are temporarily revealed soften the sharp lines of his outline, and it can be vaguely seen that the old man was a man who can barely be called handsome when he was young, and sure enough, the years are sharper than the sword in the hands of any knight of the holy coffin, the old man saw that Augustine wanted to get up, waved his hand, ignored the strong hostility of the lame boy, took the initiative to walk over and sit down closely, and said to himself in the language that Augustine needed to translate with great difficulty: " Hey, in my hometown, there are two ways to say that this river is a winter road, winter is coming, spring is not far away, very bard's tone, in this mythological story depicted as a hero who does not hesitate to anger the gods to steal the fire after escaping, the other is much more vulgar, is a cow that gave birth to the gods, milk-water, obviously more to my appetite. ”

Augustine's body trembled slightly, it was a subconscious sense of crisis, if it was the peak period before the robe was torn, with the control of the spirit brought about by the practice of magicians, and the control of muscles by the knight and assassin professions, this subtle fear could be perfectly hidden, and now at the bottom of the trough, Augustine had no ability to hide it, but there was instinctive resistance in his limbs, and he was overwhelmed by the more irrepressible emotional emotions after seeing the old man, which was like a child who saw the harshest and harshest ancestors, and was afraid of criticism, but not really hateful。 Augustine listened quietly to the Icelandic words that came out of the old man's mouth, and his mind went blank.

"In the family study, there is a sketch of you when you were a child, and that is the best gift Grace has ever given me, and I was so angry that she chose your father among a crowd of young people, and that the prettiest lady of Constend, the little girl who grew up happily on my neck, married a man who could only lift a quill? Later, my daughter explained to me that there was a dragon slayer ancestor in the Rothonchild family, well, my daughter has grown up and is no longer dependent on her father, and she is a little sad, but she is going to leave after all, and then I feel that in the blink of an eye, I have a new grandson, and when I heard that you are going to the monastery of Diola, I wrote a very excessive letter to your mother in a fit of anger, saying that I do not approve of this cowardly grandson, and do not expect to be accepted by the centaurs in the future, and then, I have no time to make up for my mistakes, and I almost want to screw off your father's head and hang it on the hands of St. UrbanAs for the trade blockade against the Holy Empire with Fermos, it's just a very childish act of the two old guys, and it doesn't make much sense, and the only things that can really stop this empire from standing up are Kamiao's Iron Rider and Titan's Spear. Remembering you again, or the arrangement of the family competitors this time, that little bastard Turing seems to take you very seriously, and I have just started to evaluate you again. Augustine, don't expect me to have much affection for you in the first place, combing through the blood of any golden family is an overwhelming and arduous work, especially when these filthy families in the cloak of sacredness have been endlessly married and mated, even if you refer to the "Ferdinand Almanac" that merely records the names, you can get a rough idea, so if you are not the only son of Grace, I don't care if you live or die, and many of the children and grandchildren who have reached the triple digit number, I can't even remember the names. When I got my hands on the second portrait and a stack of files that I had bought for a long time, I was pleasantly surprised, ha, this little guy is really a bit like a descendant of centaurs, the founder of the Kepler gallows, yes, although there is still some distance from slaying dragons, but at least young, this is the biggest advantage. The purer the power, the easier it is to crush the intellect, and to play with the latter under the crotch, or Constance can be ahead of Fermos and St. Nuki? Hmph, it is not a power that defeats the dragon by argument and forces the dragon to sign the disgraceful Law of Moses. ”

The old man is very talkative, Augustine almost thought that he was the old head of the thinker Fermoth, not the Thor who had personally knocked out several giant dragon heads, in the ancient ten golden families, the humble old man around him, was the only one who relied on the strength of a single body to sit firmly on the shadow throne under the buttocks, it is said that in his youth, the centaur bastard who was tired of being the leader of the Vikings, found a hammer of Thor left in the ruins of a temple in Iceland Ragnarok, this guy first went to the dragon vein to warm up, smashed a giant dragon to death, and then chewed the dragon meat all the way back to the family, killing all sixteen of his competitors and his biological father, who had long forgotten his existence. If it is said that it is the standard of a knight of the coffin to fight against the elite knights of 600 people alone, then the slaughter of a middle-level dragon is the existence of a higher plane, but this "final measuring scale" is very vague and general, and it cannot be quantified like a magic formula at all, this is like after becoming a sword master and a knight of the holy coffin, there is no convincing standard that can be given, Augustine wants to explore the secret, he must reach the level of the golden clover mage or the knight of the holy coffin.

Augustine always listened quietly to the old man's chatter, and did not dare to show the slightest words and deeds that would be considered fancy, but kept telling himself in his heart that in addition to his grandfather, who didn't take hundreds of children and grandchildren seriously, he was also the current owner of the centaur badge, and the biggest butcher on the vast ice field in the northwest of the epic continent. For this grandfather who suddenly crossed a continent to the Holy Empire, Augustine did not reject, but he did not have any good wishes, a dangerous cousin of Uss made him really not interested in centaurs, but Augustine still glanced at the old man's side face a few more times, the previous familiarity, probably the reason why his mother was a little similar to him, the same perseverance.

While Augustine was in a daze, the old man fumbled for a while, took out a piece of meat wrapped in greasy cloth, threw it to Augustine, and said with a smile: "That's all there is left, you can taste it." The Dresser water dragon is the descendant of a dragon and an ancient gold subspecies, does not like to collect treasures, but is greedy, looking for food in the ocean all year round, which makes the Dresser the most delicate and delicious meat, I am now old, it is a little difficult to carry a hammer, so let a granddaughter who is doing Viking send me a few fresh Dresser every year, this piece of meat is the essence of Dresser, very particular, when a knife stabs into the neck of the water dragon, you must immediately cut off this food that wraps the heart, too early, it will be fishy, too late, it will be astringent. Actually, the best meat to eat is from the wings of the young Angel Fire Dragon, but Maya and Golden Island have protested with me several times with the "Precepts", and I have never been able to eat it a few times in my life. ”

Augustine was dumbfounded, chewing the dragon meat of Dressey stiffly, not knowing how to express the helplessness and shock in his heart, now he has eaten dragon meat? Although Dressey is not included in the orthodox dragon spectrum, it is still more cherished and powerful than the ordinary high-level golden subspecies, "The Commandments of Moses" It is a very humane contract, most dragons are imprisoned in four dragon veins, and once they leave, they will be pursued by the guardians of each dragon vein, but there are two exceptions, one is that Capela, a divine dragon who has won the moderate trust of humans with his gentle temperament and neutral attitude over the years, they are too close to the gods, and humans are willing to pay a little kindness for it, and the second is an additional subsidiary treaty signed for those special dragons: when the total number of dragons is less than or equal to three, in order to complete the necessary inheritance, they are allowed to leave the dragon's lair and dragon veins to find a mate。 There are many Drasey water dragons, plus they are not dragons in the true sense of the word, they have always been used as food by Thor, but they have been verbally condemned by some golden families and several secret realms, and no one wants to fight with centaurs for such vague things, especially the old man who does not want to annoy the old man who still has the strength to lift Thor's hammer. In Ragnarok, the number of artifacts left by the Olympian gods on the continent is relatively large, there are eight records on the books, and half of them have been recorded by humans, but the main enemy of the Olympian gods, the group of saint-European gods led by Odin, only three artifacts have been left, and the power and mystery are even more beyond the limits of human imagination, including Thor's hammer, the Titan national treasure Odin armor is another, it is said to be strong enough to resist divine punishment, and it is a "the smallest but most indestructible castle on the continent".

Augustine ate the dragon's meat and spoke for the first time, "Don't you have a servant? ”

The old man laughed and said, "I brought a few, but they were torn in half when I was in a bad mood." As for Lie Sidun, who is called my lifelong enemy by outsiders, he must have seen that I didn't have a hammer, understood my simple intention to visit my grandson, and didn't create any obstacles, in fact, my relationship with him was not as bad as the outside world imagined, I just killed his parents by mistake, and he had already taken revenge on me with the corpses of twenty-four centaur descendants, which was much lighter than my grudge with a few golden families. ”

Augustine's face twitched.

The old man said regretfully: "That's why I like Turing's kid a lot, he will be a good successor, you will be a little worse, if there is another Kepler gallows, maybe I will not only bring some Dressey dragon meat this time." ”

Augustine could only smile wryly.

The old man, who had been observing the subtle changes in Augustine's expression, said in disappointment: "Augustine, you don't have some feats worth showing off to your grandfather, tell me? Maybe as soon as I am happy, I will give you more greeting gifts, you know, I have always been a generous elder, especially for those children and grandchildren who do not shame the centaur." ”

Augustine nibbled on the dragon meat, unable to taste the deliciousness of the meat, and shook his head calmly.

The old man was a little angry and said, "It's not like a centaur descendant at all, it's more like a child raised by a small family like Rotonchild!"

Augustine corrected: "It's not like, it's meant to be." ”

The old man said helplessly: "Your grandson, you can't even shoot sycophants, no wonder Luo Tongchild is so dilapidated and silent when he arrives in your generation." ”

Augustine stopped to chew and looked into the distance.

The old man, who had no comfort but continued to mock his grandson, smiled, patted Augustine on the shoulder, and stopped talking. There have been too many bards and personal biographies of this old man, who has not yet died, and there are countless praises and praises: "He was the first human to challenge and slay the dragon so often, and because of him alone, humanity has risen to a higher level of intimacy with the gods." "After the fall of the Holy Federation of Oguga, all the onlookers said that it would be difficult to restore its glory, thirty-six small kingdoms stood on the ruins, and for the next half century, only the appearance of a great soul was lacking to complete the new unification, and the whole of Oguga was quietly waiting for the growth of an illegitimate child, a childhood portrait of this boy, with full cheeks, messy hair, pointed chin, mischievous and terrifying fierce light in his eyes, like a male goose in a Bomenian swamp with his wings cut off, and finally, he came, carrying Thor's hammer, and he was Diophantus, the new master of Constend, the shadow emperor of Oguga。 There are many criticisms and even insults against Thor: "An evil spirit of the god Saint Ou who grows by devouring dragons, the existing hell simply cannot contain his evil deeds, and a new layer of hell needs to be specially created." "How many good and innocent people did he kill? I can't count! If our sacrifice can be exchanged for even one day of life for this devil, I am willing to die immediately, and there will be countless people who will make the same choice as me in the near future." "The sin of Diophantus, whose head is not worthy to be a urinal!"

The old man stood up and patted his buttocks, and said with emotion: "I won't live long, I have to go to the Thunder God Temple, where my honor begins, and it should also be my end." Augustine, is there anything you'd like to say to your grandfather?"

Augustine stood up and said softly with red eyes, "I'm sorry for losing your daughter, I didn't be able to protect her." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The last letter your mother sent to me said that you were her greatest pride, and you never let her down. To be honest, Rothonchild is just a very indifferent family to me, but your father is a nice man, and you, although you don't seem to be a centaur offspring, what does it matter? Important, you are like me, and that's enough. ”

The old man gently straightened Augustine's collar and wiped away his tears from the grandson, believing that this was the first time that the strong child had shed tears since the fall of bad luck, for the sake of his mother. The old man stretched out a finger, cut through his grandson's arm, and engraved a large string of ancient characters of the god Saint Ou on Augustine's entire left arm, forming a supreme and glorious heraldic pattern, before the old man left, he said softly: "My only approved grandson, I have placed Thor's hammer in my graveyard, and when you are strong enough to take it, you don't need to stand on anyone's shoulder, and the dragon will tremble at your feet." ”