“…… Let's have a good talk before she comes. ”

Taking a deep breath in his mouth, Ange found a place to sit down in the attic.

"Talk? I know what you're worried about, but I don't think your worries matter. ”

As if sensing what he was about to say, the old cowboy shook his head, and then picked up the flashlight beside him.

"I ask you, is this kind of prop useful for dragons?"

“…… No. ”

After a moment of silence, Ange shook his head.

- With the powerful physique of dragons, they don't need any adaptation lamps at all, they themselves can adapt to all kinds of extreme environments.

"What about the bamboo dragonfly? Do you think dragons need this? ”

As he spoke, the old cowboy picked up a bamboo dragonfly on the table.

"Not at all."

Ange sighed, he understood what the other party was going to say.

"That's right, that's where these alchemy items are really precious."

Carefully putting the bamboo dragonfly back on the table, the old cowboy sat down on the couch beside him.

"In the past, those alchemy props had very strict restrictions, and ordinary people could hardly use those things, but these alchemy props, it has a strong spectrum, and it can be said that it is completely prepared for ordinary people. I believe I don't need to explain too much about the significance of this, right? ”

Sitting up straight, the old cowboy looked solemn.

"Admit it, Ange, you already have other speculations in mind."

“………”

Ange didn't respond, just remained silent.

For the dragon clan, he only has hatred in his heart, and it is precisely because of that almost unquenchable anger that has sustained him until now.

But in the last few years, his thoughts have quietly undergone a certain shift, from the fact that all dragons must die without a place to be buried, to the inclination in his heart has shifted slightly.

…… Especially when the old friends who live in the psychiatric hospital are reborn.

He hated the monsters for taking everything away from him, but what he had once been taken away seemed to be being returned little by little through some channel.

"Got it? Regardless of whether the other party is the Dragon King Norton or not, these don't matter, what matters is these unimaginable alchemy props. ”

Shaking his head, he picked up a wine bottle from the ground and poured it into his mouth, and the look on the old cowboy's face became rare and serious.

"Those of us who have dragon blood are supposed to use the power of the devil to fight the devil, so why should we care so much? I just know that we need this kind of power, and that's enough. ”

"And what if that guess is true?"

Suddenly raising his head, Ange looked at the old cowboy in front of him.

"She's not Norton, the Lord of Bronze and Fire, but the legendary White Emperor, what should we do?"

"Wouldn't that be better? This means that we will have a great ally. ”

Drinking the rum in the bottle, the old cowboy spoke in a relaxed tone.

"We all know that in the history of the dragon clan, the black king killed the white king, so she must be on our side, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, as long as you can help in your dragon slaying career, it doesn't matter who the other party is, right?"

Putting down the bottle in his hand, the old cowboy looked up at him.

"After so many years, even the old Henkel is about to die, but you are still in good spirits, you are obviously an old guy in your hundreds, but you are still carrying a folding knife to the front line of dragon slaying. The desire that has sustained your actions so far is revenge, and you will not care about anything but destroy you, even if there is a nuclear bomb in front of you, you will rush into the base camp of the dragons and die with them. You're the Nemesis of our day, and I can't figure out anything that would shake you. ”

“…… I guess there is a concern. ”

After a long silence, Ange sighed.

"Before, I didn't have to worry about it, so I could do whatever it wanted, but now, I'm starting to have things that I can't let go, can you understand that? The legend has it that the white emperor can see into people's hearts, and in fact, she does have accurate insight into the weaknesses in my heart, which is what worries me the most. ”

"Then according to what you say, she shouldn't help you?"

Looking at him with slanted eyes, the old cowboy looked disdainful.

He understood what Ange was talking about, in the past few years, because of the alchemy potions provided by the other party, those legendary dragon slayers in history have been reborn in the mental hospital one after another.

Those people are famous in history, but because of the critical blood limit and the contamination of the bloodline, they have become inhuman and ghostly, especially the blood-tying technology in the Lionheart, which has accelerated their destruction.

…… But now, they are alive again.

"The most fearful thing for a desperate person is hope, because you don't know when that hope will turn into deeper despair again."

Looking up at the white dove rising and falling outside the window, Ange spoke softly.

"I'll admit I'm a bit hypocritical and neurotic, but I'm really worried about it, and I don't know what her purpose is, whether it's just revenge on the Black King, or ...... To the world? ”

"So, do you have a result?"

The old cowboy raised his eyebrows slightly.

"In the past few years, I don't believe you haven't sent someone to observe each other, you have given her your private number, you should know each other very well."

"The result? The result is completely harmless, and the other party even gets motion sickness. ”

Glancing at the old cowboy in front of him, Ange sighed.

"Also, I'd rather I hadn't given this number in the first place, and she would have called me whenever something was trivial, and I didn't think about the jet lag between the two places at all, I was about to have a nervous breakdown."

"Really? Looks like she trusts you......"

Reaching out and touching his chin, the old cowboy looked thoughtful.

"Trust? I do think so. ”

Ange smiled helplessly.

"Although I think it's because she's afraid of trouble, so she often comes to me once and for all, but now that I think about it, I guess I should have a little trust in it."

"Alright, is there anything else? If it's okay, you, the Nemesis, can leave, and then the two alchemy masters will communicate with each other, which you won't understand even if you're on the side. ”

Waving his hand in disgust, the old cowboy stood up from the couch.

"I deliberately cleaned up this side of the attic from beginning to end, but it was not specially prepared to welcome you, so please stand up, otherwise it will take a lot of time to tidy up later."

“…… One more thing. ”

The old cowboy who stood up in front of him, Ange spoke in a quiet tone.

"You do know me well, but you still get one thing wrong, and the wrong thing is not only outrageous, but also mentally retarded."

"Mistaken? Am I doing something wrong? ”

The old cowboy was slightly stunned.

"Do you want to tell me that you are actually a hidden and powerful alchemist?"

"No, not at all."

Looking up at the sky in the distance, Ange spoke in a deep tone.

"I'm a vengeful god."

ps: Good morning (づ●─●)づ

There will be a change later, and from tomorrow, the update is fixed at five o'clock in the afternoon.

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