"What?!" Loran Grofe's words made Yang Long's heart violently shake, originally thinking that through various measures to integrate into the world of Azeroth, his identity as an outsider should not be noticed, who knew that he had already been discovered.

Looking at Loren Grofe's indifferent expression, Yang Long began to rack his brains, thinking about where he had revealed his stuffing. After thinking about it, he finally remembered that he fell into a coma after taking a family test three years ago, and that his qi veins were completely damaged, and he immediately had some ideas.

"Patriarch, please don't make such jokes, it's not funny. Yang Long calmed down his emotions and immediately vetoed this question, deliberately revealing a flaw in his words: "What is an adventurer? ”

Since Loren Grovey mistakenly thinks that he is an adventurer, it is better to acquiesce in disguise so that his true identity will not be exposed, anyway, the adventurer is also a member of this world, and it is undoubtedly much more reassuring than the soul from the other world.

Judging from the performance of this middle-aged patriarch and his own speculation, he probably had such suspicions three years ago, and he has not been harmed by other dangers in the past three years except for being protected by similar surveillance, so it means that the Grove family will not be in any danger to themselves in the future.

However, Yang Long didn't know that for some reason, the Demon Slaying Identification Circle did not play its real purpose. The preconceived Loraine Grovee thought that his son had become an adventurer, but he did not expect that the soul of this body had been changed.

It was because he recognized the identity of Yang Long's Grove bloodline in his heart that Loran Grove was so easily blinded, and it was not so easy to pass the test if he changed to someone else.

"Nothing, it's just a bunch of strange people. Loraine Grovee waved his hand absently, completely taking Yang Long's denial as a fart. However, he didn't seem to have the intention of dwelling on this issue, and after a pause, he continued: "There are two reasons why I came to you today, first, the Royal Academy of Lordaeron, which is going to hold a cadet competition once every ten years recently, I don't know you."

"No, I'm not interested!" Before Loraine Grovee could finish speaking, Yang Long interrupted his speech and said his thoughts: "This kind of competition that can't let go of hands and feet at all, like a child playing at home, is meaningless to me. ”

"Well, is that really the case?" Loraine Grove had a hint of disappointment in his eyes, and he pondered for a while before he grimaced and said word by word, "There is a grand gathering next month, which is related to the rise and fall of our family, and I ask that you be present and follow my orders throughout the day." ”

When he said this, Loren Grofe's tone was very heavy, as if there were ten thousand pounds of boulder pressing on his body. After quietly saying a word and staring at the middle-aged patriarch for a long time, Yang Long finally nodded and said lightly: "This is the second request you made, and I will act according to your instructions when that day comes, but if it conflicts with my principles, then I will not compromise." ”

Hearing Yang Long's promise, Loren Grovee finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a warm smile appeared on her tense face. Looking at the son in front of him, the patriarch of the Grove family proposed expectantly, "It's almost meal time, let's have a meal together, right?"

Hearing the words father and son, Yang Long thought of his biological father in his previous life, frowned a little displeased, and categorically refused: "If there is nothing else, then I will go back, patriarch." ”

Without waiting for Loraine Grovee to respond, Yang Long turned around and opened the double doors of the reception hall, strode out and down the stairs, and after a while, he walked out of the castle and headed towards his residence

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Loraine Grovee quietly watched her son disappear into the family complex, smiled a little bitterly, walked to the door and closed the door, and suddenly said to the empty room, "Fili, come out." ”

The hall was silent, Loraine Grove could only hear his own breathing, and after waiting for a long time, no vision appeared, and the middle-aged patriarch showed a puzzled look: "Fili?"

Murderous!

A terrifying murderous aura suddenly swept through the entire room, and a terrifying murderous aura suddenly locked on the neck of the middle-aged patriarch, and Loraine Grovefi reflexively reflexively recited a quick incantation, and a fist-sized balloon of water suddenly appeared in his left palm, constantly tumbling and stirring.

However, this kind of reaction speed obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of the sudden enemy, and before he could activate the water balloon to form a shield, Loren Grovefe's throat was held against a cold dagger.

"Lorain, you're getting weaker and weaker now!" a masked woman in a nightwear appeared behind Loran Grofe as a deep female voice sounded.

"Fili, you're still in this temper. Gently dispersing the water balloon in his palm, Loren Grovee shook his head helplessly, with a crying and laughing expression on his face: "It's not twenty years ago now, I'm old"

"In the past, the Mercenary Legion of Mokello, the Ice Mage who dared to fight to the death with the tenth-order black dragon with the strength of the Sixth-Order, is it worth it to become the ghost he is now for the son who may have become an adventurer?" Fili sat on the sofa, using her dagger to cut a series of knife marks on the expensive and luxurious wooden table.

"Mokelo mercenaries? Loraine Grovee turned to the wall, not letting Fili see his expression, and after a long time she exhaled softly, and said to Fili in a self-deprecating tone:

"Since Mogoth died in battle, and Catherine has left me, there are only three left, Williams, you, and me. Mokelo mercenaries?hehe, that's just a joke. We're all old, Fili. ”

Fili frowned a little disapprovingly as she kept gesturing daggers on the table, but finally did not stand up to refute Loren Grofe's words. After waiting for a while, he deliberately diverted the topic and asked, "Where's that guy Williams?"

"Hehe, knowing you're coming back, he disappeared last night, and I don't know where he went. Thinking of Williams' expression every time he talked about Filipe, Loren Grovefe's bad mood was also much more cheerful:

"Fili, don't blame me for being too talkative, we've been old friends for decades, and you don't know Williams' feelings for you"

(Recently, the development of the plot has been a little slow, and today I have read the plot I wrote before several times, and I have thought about it carefully for a long time, and finally found a relatively obscure bad habit of writing.) After a few chapters of the phone bill, it will begin to try to increase the speed of the development of the plot, and the morning update does not seem to have any effect, and the first change will be changed to 12 noon in the future. ”