Seeing Sanders and John wearing a pair of translucent and black dragon skin armor with shotguns, how could Downs not know that there was another dragon poisoned.

The Slim Man called Wren a dragon killer, and no dragon survived wherever he went.

Guntea has been with him for so long, what does this thing like, Downs will not know?

It's okay now, Downs has been busy inside and outside for a while, and everyone has lost a few pounds, but this product is good, and he is ten pounds fat every festival.

People are really down, and this product is really down.

Downs's little eyes became grumbling.

Finding that his titular lord was staring at him like this, Rao was a little embarrassed at this time.

This thing decisively straightens his chest and stomach, and interprets what it means to be called with powerful acting skills: I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!

After all, Downs is still thin-skinned, and Gunteaa is not the followers he personally subdued and retracted, so let's just reveal it.

Not to mention that as soon as Wren returned, he was overwhelmed by a mountain of documents that could be called despair, and a large number of matters and proposals for the development of the academy were for him to approve and seal, and the matter of his return alone was an eighth-magnitude earthquake for the entire Pan-Human Alliance.

When Barbarossa XIII heard this, he chuckled on the spot. Very rarely, on his always calm old face, there was a sense of 'I saw through this guy early in the morning': "Ho! Those who venture to test are still too young! ”

The palace minister next to him nodded heavily, and thought deeply: "Look at that one's approach, which time is not to show weakness to the enemy, wait for the enemy to jump out and then kill directly, leaving no chance for the enemy." ”

The emperor touched the pot of his favorite tulips on the terrace and felt something: "Fortunately, when his enemies are dangerous, when his friends are safe." ”

The old palace minister also smiled: "This is the luck of the empire!" ”

Not only them, but many bigwigs of big forces have similar views.

No way, starting with Wren ambushing the dragons, the devil lord, to the demon lord Griffith, and then to the colored prince...... In the eyes of outsiders, this is a book that can be written into the textbook "The Fishing Encyclopedia of the Strong"!

It's true that this guy Wren is 'neutral', it doesn't mean that he can't fish for law enforcement, and then exercise the right to defend and counterattack without restrictions!

This is the typical wolf coming.

Since Wren has long been labeled as a [habitual fishing offender] by the world, even if he himself jumped out and swore that "I really almost died by [Time and Space Lock], not many people would believe him.

So much so that after Wren's return, the first sentence released was to cancel Sweetland's enrollment quota this year, and everyone did not react.

Interestingly, Sweetland directly pretended to be dead, neither admitting it, nor denying it, and did not even come out to justify anything.

Soon, with the news that a certain Marquis of the Southern Federation had been beaten, and a close friend of the Essfield family who did not name released the news, everyone easily reconstructed the course of the incident - the Swaitlanders wanted to get more self-funded students, and they did not dare to come forward, so they instigated this criticism of the Marquis to encourage Downs to let Downs be the master in the name of the acting bishop.

In the case of Wren's disappearance, this kind of persuasion cannot be said to be very excessive, after all, it seems to everyone that this time Lei is acting as an apprentice. The anxious demeanor and reaction of the young people such as Downs can't be played.

The bad thing is the bad thing, for a certain old fox surnamed Lei, this thing is a slap in the face.

Now that Wren is no longer pretending to be and has jumped out again, he naturally has to clean up the guy who is not long-sighted.

However, this matter is barely justified at the root, so Wren only confiscated the places of the Swaitland people and gave them small shoes, instead of killing the Kingdom of Swaitland in person.

This is already Wren giving face.

Alas! There is no such thing as face in the world, and there are more people who give face, and there is also a [face fruit].

Shortly after Wren announced his return, Elizabeth arrived in Marino with a mission mixed with envoys from the Karak Empire, first visiting the Grand Duchess and then Wren.

The Church of Light and the Karak Empire are considered to have learned well, knowing that Wren wants to be the shopkeeper and finish the formal visitation ceremony, so they ran to find Flora to grind their mouths, and as soon as they turned their heads, they secretly stuffed Elizabeth, who seemed to have the best relationship with Wren.

Wren was in the study, and he didn't understand why a saint could walk out of the strange feeling of being a cat, like a cat, which wanted you to take care of it, but didn't want to put it down too much.

Wren glanced at her, and after continuing to bury herself in the bitter letter, Elizabeth was deflated.

"Wren, I'm coming."

"I know."

"Don't you say welcome?"

"I welcomed the mission when it arrived." Wren replied as he silently took one and stamped it with his magic seal.

"It's rare that I've given you a gift."

"Oh, I'm so happy." That being said, Wren's reading was devoid of passion.

To be reasonable, there weren't many things better than the staff of time he got his hands on.

"Humph! You're just perfunctory to me. ”

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

"They said it was a nirvana for me to catch up with Margaret."

Completely unaware of what she was talking about, Eli Silly Bai saw Wren miss a hand and stamped the magic seal on the back of his left hand.

Wren: "......"

Fortunately, this thing only condenses elements in a certain proportion, supplemented by a Chinese word [qualified] that no one can understand except Rennes.

But who would have thought that Wren would put [qualified] on himself?

Isn't this the same as the tease of a certain card player who loses and prints [qualified] on his face?

Wren raised his eyebrows, using his exquisite elemental control skills to melt away the magic imprint on his hand, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that this not-so-clever saint began to perform.

Looking at the way she bared her teeth and pulled something out of her tightened belt, Wren always felt like she was trying something like 'how to dig a sock in her crotch'.

Don't ask why there is such a description, ask is that the saint's brain is too clear, and Wren can't think of anything to hide there.

After three minutes of tinkering, the stupid girl finally pulled the thing out.

Just looking at the slap's size, which resembled a piece of silk rag, Wren almost thought it was a fragment of the Saintess's close-fitting suit after it had been torn.

Fortunately, the system prompted him: [Fragments of the magic web detected......]

But this stupid girl was extremely excited, looked at him with blazing eyes, and asked, "Do you like this gift?" ”

Wren had a capital letter on his face, and if he could, he would rather wear a mask of pain at this moment. He knows better that this girl is too stupid, and if you say you don't like it, she may really take it back.

Sure enough, the bared teeth grin does not go away, but only transfers from one person's face to another's face.

The muscles of Wren's face are trembling: "Happy, like ......"

(End of chapter)