The Mozart Ross family here.

"Patriarch, it's not good, young master, young master, he ........."

A well-dressed butler hurried in at the moment, repeating in his mouth.

"What's going on?"

In front of the butler was a younger man sitting in a chair, pondering something.

Hearing the butler's hurried appearance, he immediately frowned.

"Patriarch, young master, young master, he's dead!"

The butler was also panting at the moment, and said loudly.

"What? Who did this to you? Don't you think that my Mozartlos family doesn't have an eighth-level magister in charge, and anyone can come to my Mozartlos family to go wild? ”

The patriarch's face erupted with anger, and he spoke angrily.

"Patriarch, young master, there are still words next to his head."

The butler also spoke out again.

"What word?"

"I don't have time now, or I will come to the door and take your head!"

The butler whispered.

"Bastard! Do you really think that my Mozartlos family is easy to bully? ”

Hearing the butler say this, he immediately became angry.

But after thinking about it carefully, he found that His Majesty seemed to be deliberately weakening the power of the nobles, and he must have been about to use this excuse to demote them to the front line, after all, he still knew what his son was.

"Let the whole clan not provoke others, even civilians."

"Patriarch, you are ........"

"Humph! That fellow of Kermecius, very fine! If I practice evil arts, I think he would have raided the Mozartlos family by now, presumably Mozartlos. Kermai has provoked a strong man, and if Kermesius finds an excuse to send out knights, our entire clan will definitely need to go to the front line to fight against the cult. ”

The patriarch also snorted coldly at this moment and analyzed his own opinions.

"Let people bury Kermai, and don't provoke others at will, now is a special period, if Kermesius sees us hurting people at will, he will definitely use this as an excuse to attack our Mozartlos family."

"Understood!"

When the housekeeper heard the patriarch of the family say this, he also retreated to make arrangements.

"If it is doubted, the Mozartlos family is bound to perish, and I will not let the family be destroyed in my hands."

After muttering that, he sat down again, his eyes red and cold.

After all, this is his own son, and he can't take revenge when his son dies, so of course he can only do this.

It was already night, and the breeze caressed everything a little, and there was a rustling sound.

The leaves are falling, and an old man is drinking tea comfortably.

Stompe!

"You're late, Rasfilku."

The old man was still drinking tea slowly, and after hearing the slight sound, he spoke in a flat tone.

"I just went to do something, and I'm late."

Rasfilku walked over slowly, and spoke coldly.

"You smell of blood, what are you doing?"

At this moment, the old man in front of Rasfilcu, that is, Kalomos, asked in a condensed tone.

"Kill!"

As soon as Rasfilcu finished speaking, Kalomos placed the teacup in his hand on the table.

"Why do you want to kill, can you tell me about it?"

Kalomos didn't scold out loud at the first time, but asked inquiringly.

Rasfilcu: "........."

After a long time, seeing that Rasfilcu did not speak, he did not ask any more questions, only to see him stand up, and then he said: "I only hope that you will only kill those who do evil." ”

Rasfilcu: "........."

"Since you're here, go ahead!"

Kalomos continued to take the sword on the table into his hand.

"First-level sword skills, the breeze is flying!"

Swish~

Rasfilcu's figure vanished in place, while Kalomos held a scabbarded sword with his eyes slightly closed.

Whew—

Rasfilcu's sword was about to touch him when he heard a sound of metal colliding with each other, harsh, but a wonderful tone to different people.

"It's still slow, keep doing as fast as you can."

Carlo Mos said Rasfilcu's attack was easily flanked.

Rasfilcu was up to the top of his speed at the moment, but it was still nowhere near as fast as Kalomos.

If she had used wind magic, she might have been able to keep up with the speed that Calomos had been in before, but now she could only rely on her own speed, and in less than a moment, beads of sweat appeared directly on her forehead.

"It's still not fast enough, and your physique is still too weak."

As Carlomos leisurely dodged Rasfilcu's attack, he let out a faint voice.

Rasfilku gritted his teeth at the moment and increased his speed again, but the speed of the increase was the same as if it had not been improved, only slightly faster.

The sword light danced, and sparks flew.

At the same time as the sound sounded, it was accompanied by a gust of sword wind.

The other side.

"Your current time is constantly familiar with the production of secondary potions, and I will come out from time to time to supervise you."

After Sallith finished speaking, she came to the side and began to make a sixth-level ascension potion.

She is still a little poor at making potions, and it is obvious that she has to work hard to make sixth-level potions in one go.

Huang Yuan and Sydney Tero also glanced at each other when they heard her say this.

"Sister Sydney, what kind of potion are you going to make?"

"Water-based. Why do you ask? ”

"The ......... of the water system There is a herb that seems to be in a very high place. ”

"You dare to call me short!"

When Sydney heard Huang Yuan say this, she immediately screamed angrily.

"No, it's just that the shelves with the herbs are too high."

Huang Yuan heard Sydney Tero's cute little face after being angry, and immediately replied with a caring smile.

"Senior Brother Huang Yuan! I can get it myself, senior sister, I don't need you to help me! ”

Hearing Huang Yuan say this, Sydney Tero was suddenly unhappy, and directly retorted it out loud.

"But senior sister, that shelf is very high."

Huang Yuan heard Sydney Tero say this, and she also replied out loud.

"You're just saying, senior sister, I'm very short?"

Sydney Tero also squinted slightly at this time and said.

"No, no, senior sister, your height is very tall, how can you be short?"

"Really? But why are you crouching down and talking to me about height? ”

Sydney Tero glanced at Huang Yuan at this time, and then asked a rhetorical question.

"This, this, this is ........."

Huang Yuan didn't know what to say at the moment, so naturally he wouldn't say that she was short in front of Sydney Tero.