"So, that's why you've become what you are now, and I really can't see that the down-and-out little nobleman who has been clamoring to revive his family's glory has become a famous hero today. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The ridicule in Viscount Renekton's tone was not unheard, but in the face of an old friend who had been reunited for a long time, Birmingham still magnanimously ignored the ridicule and sarcasm in the mouth of this old friend, after all, he had just choked this childhood hair, and even the gorgeous top hat that symbolized the Renekton family was crookedly put on the viscount's head, and he did not have the elegant and noble temperament just now.

"It's a legendary experience, Benjamin, and I think you're definitely going to be a good listener, right?"

"Of course, but if you could explain to me why you're here, I'd be more than happy to be a listener to your legendary adventures. ”

"Didn't Count Luvia tell you what just happened here?"

"Birmingham, you know, you can never expect a vampire to tell you so generously about his plans. ”

Obviously, Birmingham's attitude towards the Earl of Lure is almost no different from that of Birmingham.

"Benjamin, the dragon has fallen. ”

"It's not funny, Birmingham. The noble Viscount stared silently at the soul in front of him, and the emerald green color and calm fluctuations unmistakably told Viscount Renekton that his little man was right, even if the facts in his mouth were enough to shake the entire continent.

"This can't be! Dragons can't be killed, it's common sense, it's ironclad, Birmingham, don't forget what you learned in your noble academy, by the way, I remember that you didn't take the whole course because of the tuition fee, but that down-and-out life has made you forget the plain common sense and rules in the books!"

Some of them were incoherent, and even with panic in their eyes, Viscount Renekton forced himself to hold back the restless emotions in his heart.

"Dragons can't be killed, I think those old scholars should change their knowledge in the textbooks, or Lord Viscount from Ella, should you walk out of the Black Rock Watchtower and see what's going on outside?"

None of this was Viscount Reekton's concern, he had come here by order of Count Luvia, to this frontier land that no one cared about, to this cold, damp place that did not at all fit his identity, to this place where he had met the little hair he hated the most.

Some angrily pushed Birmingham away, no, or not pushed away, because Viscount Renekton's hand passed through Birmingham's body without hindrance, such a gesture once again reminded the Viscount of the Ella Empire, Richard . Birmingham was indeed dead, and had stood before him in the state of a soul, unashamedly speaking of the absurd theory that the dragon had been killed.

When the cold brass ring was slowly lifted in Renekton's conscious hand, the tattered wooden door that he complained about opened with it.

The heavy rain outside the watchtower showed no sign of stopping, and the howling mountain wind cut Viscount Renekton's face like a steel knife, but such a scene could not compare to the large tree that towered into the sky in the distance.

The lush canopy of the tree was like a thick cloud, and the huge canopy encompassed everything, and the body of the huge canopy could still be supported, and even here, the Viscount Renekton could see the lines and intertwined vines on it.

"Celestial Tree?" muttered to himself, unable to hide the shock in the Viscount's heart. This is only the first time that the ancient species that appears in the novels of those stalls shows his near-perfect posture.

An ancient species, a species that almost accompanies the mortal world, no, or a more ancient existence than the mortal world, no one can say exactly when this towering giant tree appeared in the mortal world, people only know that it is the first creation of the goddess Tyris, even the angels and dragons are the extension of this ancient species.

Now this species with a long history is towering in the field of vision, towering among the mortals.

"Well, what the hell is going on, Birmingham, I want you to give me a clear explanation. ”

"Explain, explain what? explain why I became the way I did, explain why the dragon was killed, or explain why the mythical Celestial Tree stands here, I think you should ask Count Luvia, after all, isn't he the one who kept you here?"

"I don't know, he just told me to stay here, saying that there was going to be a storm coming and that this place would be the place where glory would rise. ”

"The place where glory rises, the place where another war began, I think your Redton army has already begun to march here. ”

Speaking of the familiarity with the Earl of Louvia, Birmingham can definitely pat his chest and tell this Viscount Renekton that he is definitely one of those who are most familiar with the earl, and the Earl of Luvia's desire for war and glory has almost accompanied him all his life, and he will never let go of this God-given opportunity to let a turbulent empire return to its former prosperity in peace.

"What if it's a war, Birmingham, don't forget that the history of our Ella Empire is one war after another. ”

"Yes, wars, but I hope the Earl can figure out who he is up against this time. ”

"It's just a waning empire, the once male lion has declined, is there anyone else who can resist the footsteps of our iron horse?"

It seems to be a questioning tone, but it is full of great confidence, even this viscount who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun has absolute confidence in his empire, and he can be very proud to show off to others how strong his empire's military strength is.

"The declining empire, the lion in the twilight of his life, but you don't know, or you don't know who the current ruler of the Betley Empire is?"

"It's just a young girl, even if her father is the Grand Duke of Violet in the Famous Continent, so what?"

"Yes, so what, but can the iron knights of the Ella Empire withstand the wrath of a dragon slayer queen!"

As if it had been a long time in the making, Birmingham finally spat out the last word he wanted to mention.

The Dragon Slayer Empress, I'm afraid this will be the mortal world in the future against that Sebulera . Flona's highest honorific title, and it was Richard who witnessed all this. Birmingham.

A former maid lady, a former degraded daughter, a former partner, and even a former friend, has now become a noble empress, an executioner, and a man who is about to rule the continent.

The lightning falling from outside the watchtower illuminated Birmingham's emerald green face, showing a solemn color, and with this solemnity, the sound of the golden iron horse seemed to be sent into the dark watchtower in the wind and rain.

Ella's iron rider finally came, carrying the wind and rain, with a sharp blade, and began to stretch out its fangs towards the waning empire in their eyes, but they didn't know how many of the fangs of this behemoth would be broken under this giant tree.