"Anna, go outside and help me see if your Uncle Capone has arrived, and I'll speak to Damian alone. Dorothy doesn't seem to shy away from her relationship with Capone, and she also wants to separate Anna.

Anna looked reluctant, but her mother had no choice but to do what she said, and she hurried to the door and glanced back at Damian.

When the door closed, Dorothy's face suddenly changed.

"I know that the staff of Bernoulli in Anna's hand belongs to you. Dorothy who said this was no longer an amiable elder, but an imperial duchess who held the power of life and death.

As if to be spied into the deepest secret of his heart, Damian rose and jerked back, looking at Dorothy with a wary expression.

Seeing Damian's big reaction, Dorothy smiled, "Don't be so surprised, I know you very well, your Black Dragon Element, your Great Knight Guard, I know everything." ”

"Did Anna tell you?"

"My daughter didn't say a word other than told me that he had a senior Damien, and she didn't know anything about the staff. Dorothy picked up the wine glass on the table, "Have you heard of the Dark Temple?"

The Dark Temple, the most feared underground organization on the continent, the "Tower of Kentoran" in the killer world, if the Sea Serpent Party is a dragon crossing the river in the underground world, then the Dark Temple is a deep-sea python.

Damian nodded.

"I am the master of the Dark Temple. Dorothy's tone was casual.

Damian stared at Dorothy, trying to find a flaw in that ageless face, and Dorothy looked into his eyes, meaning I wasn't kidding.

"Okay. Damian spread his hands, only to accept this reality, his mother-in-law...... No, the schoolgirl's mother is the king of Assasin in this world.

"What I want to know is, where did you find the Bernoulli Staff?" Dorothy asked her most concerning.

"I can't answer, Duke Dorothy. Damian said, "Since you have investigated everything about me, then it should be clear, whether it is the Bernoulli Staff or the Black Dragon, I am all entrusted by others, and if you want to ask me where they came from, I don't know." ”

"The mysterious man with the name 'Dragon King'?" Dorothy smiled, "I used all of the Dark Temple's intelligence agents to investigate, and I didn't find this person. ”

"Maybe he's not from this world. Damian shrugged, "Anyway, every time I see him, it feels like he's coming back from hell." ”

A fictional character can be set up in any way he wants, and Damian has concluded that they would rather believe that these shocking things are from the hands of a primary school apprentice, and that this is the blind spot of human cognition.

Dorothy didn't choose to dwell too much on this matter and changed the subject.

"Do you know what kind of person Anna's father was?"

Damien replied, "Probably nothing else is known except for the surname Bernoulli." ”

After thinking about it, I felt that something was not right, wasn't Anna adopted, Duke Dorothy was not her biological mother, but listening to her tone, it was like a widow who had been mourning for many years talking about her dead husband.

"Do you know Anna's father?" asked Damian cautiously.

"It's more than awareness. There was a rare hint of tenderness in Dorothy's eyes, "No one knows him better than I do. ”

Damian straightened up, realizing that he might next hear about the secret past of the Mistress of the Dark Temple.

"In every moment people have to fly, like falcons, like flies, like days. Caught off guard, Dorothy suddenly recited a poem.

This is a poem written by Anna's father, and it was popular throughout the Habs Empire. Dorothy fell into memory, "And at that time, I was just an ordinary aristocratic lady, and I longed for the handsome and dashing knight who could climb the balcony of a noblewoman. ”

"Then Anna's father must have been a knight of great skill as well. Damian interjected.

Dorothy smiled and glanced at Damian, "No, it's not what you think, he doesn't have the slightest martial arts, he doesn't know magic, although he has a dilapidated but once famous surname, he doesn't want to use it, so he is an ordinary bard, but he is very handsome, and many of my sisters like him, but I don't like it." ”

"But can you imagine a man who stands up for you and is beaten all over the ground and looks for his teeth, and who rolls in the mud without fear?"

"He's braver than any knight. Damian seemed to see that awe-inspiring figure in Dorothy's eyes.