"Rosen. Damian thought twice and used the name again.

Merlin laughed when he heard this, "Using the name of the Dragon King as a pseudonym, it seems that he really doesn't want to reveal his identity. ”

"Teacher, what is the Dragon King?" Anna handed the teacup to Merlin's hand.

"Dragon King Lawson, a legendary magician of antiquity. Merlin turned, "Rumor has it that the Red Satan, the last dragon, is Lawson's minion. ”

"It's too old to verify...... "Merlin stood in place with his teacup in his hand, "a lot of books about dragons have been burned, and sometimes I wonder if dragons are real creatures or myths of human imagination." ”

"Teacher......" Anna stepped forward and gently grabbed the corner of Merlin's clothes.

Merlin came to his senses, smiled at Anna, and turned to look at Damian.

Damian didn't expect Rosen to be so famous, he was a legendary figure among dragon mages, but he also happened to stumble into it, making Merlin think that this mysterious man deliberately used a pseudonym.

"That's all I know. Damian sat back in his chair, "I'm dying of thirst, Anna, what are you soaking, bring me some." ”

After listening to Damian's story, Merlin had basically believed him, because if he was killed, he would not believe that Damian could invent Black Dragon, and the only explanation was that someone else.

"No matter what this person's purpose is, the appearance of Black Dragon is indeed a good thing. Merlin thought to herself.

Loren also came to Merlin's side at this time, and recounted to him the events of that night when the Siegel family wanted to kill people and steal goods.

"Hmph, Buchiko is not a little bold. Merlin was very displeased when he heard this, although he usually beat and scolded Damian, but deep down he was extremely protective.

"I'm getting old, and it's a little bad to knock on the door, and then Diego will come back to twitter, and when Capone comes back, let him deal with it." Merlin glanced at Damian, meaning "rest assured that this field will definitely help you get it back", while Damian was thinking "Do you have done less to go to the door".

In the end, Merlin acquiesced to Damian's black dragon element, just said that he should pay attention to the movements of the mysterious person named "Rosen", and report it immediately as soon as there was any trouble, of course Damian said that it was no problem, thinking that it was all fictional characters anyway, and he could make it up however he wanted.

The rest of the day is a pleasant chat, and Damian, like a TV shopping host, keeps boasting about how amazing the black dragon is, and Merlin, after hearing that the black dragon has a refreshing effect, makes Damian "honor" ten bottles on the spot.

"Bandits!" Damian yelled, from the door of his office to the courtyard where the carriage was parked.

"Can the teacher take it by force, and the teacher can not give money?"

Anna and Loren smiled bitterly beside them, "All right," said Loren, "Well, then, I will pay for it, and I will pay for it as if I bought it to honor the teacher." ”

"It's not about the money!" but Damian's face softened a lot, "He's too bullying in this way......"

Anna and Loren reassured each other, and finally promised that "if he takes advantage of him again, everyone will drop out of school together" before stuffing Damian into the carriage.

.........

In the carriage to Chuck Street, Anna and Damien sat facing each other.

Anna is bored and insists on going to Damian's shop, while Loren has something to do, so the three of them make an appointment to meet at the Blackstone Tavern in the evening.

This is the first time Damian has seen Anna up close, Anna is wearing a lake blue velvet dress today, with long curly blonde hair, deep gray pupils, and a delicate and straight nose, she is indeed a beauty, and in her previous life she was a standard blonde girl, not inferior to Scarlett Johansson.

Cold air poured in through the cracks in the side windows of the carriage, and the cold smell of the carriage mixed with the scent of Anna's body, and Damian couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, a bad premonition rose up in Dami's peace of mind without warning.

"Be careful!" Damian pulled Anna over and leaned down.

"Bang!" a crossbow arrow pierced through the carriage and nailed to the side window, the feathers still trembling slightly.

Outside the carriage came the exclamations of the coachmen and the neighing of the horses, and the carriage came to a sudden stop.

The first thought that flashed through Dami's peace of mind: "Assassination, so fast?"

"You're in the car, don't go out. Damian instructed Anna, but Anna didn't panic, just looked at him worriedly and nodded.

Damian pulled the car door and flashed out.

The carriage happened to drive to a remote alley, there was no one around, it seemed that the assassination site was carefully calculated, the coachman tilted his head and fell on the side of the road, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, it was when the sky was getting dark at dusk, Damien watched vigilantly for a week, and found no human figure.

"Whoosh!" was the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air.

Damian was prepared, his body turned away, and at the same time he cast a "dragon scale technique" to protect his body, and the crossbow arrow grazed his shoulder and sank into the ground.

"It's good that I usually train hard. Dami thought to himself, he gripped the dragon's eye staff and shouted in the direction where the arrow was fired, "Dragon's breath!"

A blue flame illuminates the alley.

With the light of the dragon's breath, Damien saw the Assassin in the distance, dressed in black, galloping backwards, his face covered with a black cloth, but it could not hide the pointed ears that stood up.

"Elves?"

As he pondered, the assassin screamed as another blue flame struck him from behind the flank.

Anna stood by the carriage, holding a staff of Bernoulli like a dead tree branch, and smiled at Damian.

In the darkness, another figure appeared, coming towards Damian from the left.

Damien was about to retreat when suddenly a sword light fell from the sky.

"Evans is coming!" With this roar, the Grand Knight of the Greywind Mercenary Regiment slammed into the Assassin on the left like a flaming meteorite.

The Assassin was knocked back several steps by the massive impact, and he steadied himself, holding the dark gold dagger in front of him and staring at Evans warily.

Evans raised his knight's sword and prepared to attack a second time, when a sudden elven voice was heard in the distance.

As if receiving a signal, the Assassin stopped fighting, put away his weapon, picked up his companion on the ground, and quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

Evans also put away his sword, came to Damien's side, and asked, "Are you alright, my lord?"

Damian nodded.

"Are they Nasa elves?" Anna walked to the ground and picked up a tattered black cloth that had been burned by the Dragon's Breath.

"No, it's the Dark Elves, the wretched people who have lost the shelter of the sacred tree and are left to hunt for food with dwarves and orcs in the dark mines and barren wastelands. Evans replied.

"Whoever it is, I have no grudge against their race. Damian said calmly.

"Golden scales, or griffons?" said Damian, looking down the dark alley, lost in thought.