Descending the stairs, he saw a black box on the table in the hall.

The box is not large, but it is very delicate, with a beautiful circle of patterns engraved on it, and a golden key inlaid in the center.

Walking over to the table, Ron picked up the box, put it to his ear and shook it slightly, and there was a subtle 'clanging' sound, which seemed to contain something like glass porcelain.

Take the key out of the middle and insert it into the keyhole of the box.

With a 'pop', the box suddenly popped open, revealing the contents inside.

Three small black porcelain vases and a red object resembling jelly.

"Is this the reward?" Ron raised an eyebrow.

He took out one of the porcelain bottles, pulled the stopper from it, and a strong bitter smell immediately emanated from the bottle.

"Powder?"

After thinking about it, Ron still didn't move.

Although this thing is a reward, who knows if it is poison or wound medicine or something else, he doesn't dare to try it easily until he knows it.

Sealing the vase back and placing it in the box, he turned his gaze to the red jelly.

With a gentle touch of your fingers, a faint warm touch came, as if you were touching a piece of meat.

"What is this?"

His gaze swept around the box, and there was no paper to explain anything other than these few things.

When Ron raised his hand to ask the servant to explain, suddenly, there was a heavy knock on the door, almost shaking the doorframe.

'Knock knock!'

"Who is it?"

Ron closed the box and frowned.

Scattered from Ora's companions before, there is another servant with a purpose of revenge in addition to him.

However, it seems that he also died in this battle.

It can be said that he doesn't have any familiar people here at the moment, and he can't guess who will come looking for him.

"It's me, Bakar. A familiar hoarse voice came from outside the door.

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, the person who came would be Bakar, whom he had just met, and in confusion, Ron opened the door.

I saw Bakar, who was strong and blood-red, standing at the door with a smile on his face.

Behind him was a mysterious man with a thin body, dressed in a white robe and wearing a hood on his head.

"Hey, Ron, you don't mind if I bring my friends to see you. ”

"Friend?" Ron tilted his head, just in time to see the mysterious man's snow-white pointed chin and blood-red lips.

As if noticing Ron's gaze, the man nodded slightly, as a greeting.

"Hehe, he's more afraid of light, so he has to do this, you know, he usually shrinks in his room. Bakar explained why the man behind him was wearing a hood.

Glancing at Bakar's blood-colored skin and reptilian pupils, Ron nodded as if he knew something.

"Alright, come in. ”

With Ron's permission, the two walked through the door to the hall.

"I don't have anything here, just plain white water, okay?"

Ron asked, placing three cups on the table and carrying the kettle.

"Of course. Bakar didn't care.

Nodding and pouring three cups of hot water, Ron pulled over his chair and motioned for them to sit down as well.

"What are you looking for me?"

"Of course it's a good thing. ”

Bakar, who sat down, grinned, and then Ron realized that the horrible wound on his cheek had healed somewhere, leaving only a thin mark that showed that he had been injured.

"What's good?" Ron raised an eyebrow, looking at Bakar's menacing face in confusion.

"Let's not talk about that. In response to Ron's question, Bakar gestured to the tall, thin mysterious man sitting next to him. "Let me introduce you first, this is my friend, Rust Benioff. ”

The mysterious man named Rust lifted the hood from his head, revealing long silver-white hair and an unusually white face, his blood-red lips curled in an arc, and nodded again in a friendly manner.

"Hello, I'm Rust. ”

"Ron Felton. Ron nodded in agreement.

In addition to the man's unusually pale face, he also noticed that there were many fine slender scales on both sides of his cheeks, which extended to the neck and did not disappear, making him look a little terrible.

Noticing the direction of Ron's gaze, Rust touched the scales on his neck, the friendly smile on his face fading.

"I have a quarter of the blood of the White Phosphorus Viper, that's why there are white scales here, is there a problem?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious. Ron said with a slight embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. Rust's face turned slightly cold, and he seemed very dissatisfied with this behavior.

"Okay, let's not talk about anything else, let's talk about things. Bakar drank the hot water from his cup in one gulp, interrupting the conversation between the two.

He looked at Ron's face and said in a serious tone.

"I'm here mainly to prepare for the next test, and I hope that the three of us will act together to have the best chance of survival. ”

"Do you mean me?" Ron was slightly stunned and pointed to himself. "Are you sure?"

Although he had indirectly saved Bakar's life before, after all, the two had only known each other for a few hours, and this decision felt very hasty.

However, in response to Ron's question, Bakar nodded heavily.

"That's right, it's you, the one who survived this battle, there will be no luck at all, I believe you definitely have real strength. ”

I didn't expect Bakar to see himself like this, and for a moment Ron felt a little ridiculous.

You must know that in that kind of chaotic battlefield, this kind of decision is equivalent to tying the lives of three people together, either living together or dying together.

He wordlessly glanced at this alien hybrid with great strength, trying to see something in this guy's eyes.

But those orange-yellow reptilian eyes were nothing but his face.

Tapping lightly on the table, Ron paused before speaking.

"Why do you trust me so much?"

"By my gut feeling. Bakar said directly. "I think you're a man who deserves your life. ”

“”

Ron was silent, he turned his head and looked at Rust beside him.

There was no expression on this guy's pale face, as if he already knew what Bakar meant.

"You think so too?"