In this way, Carl stayed in the house for more than ten days.

Linna's wedding date has been set, and at the beginning of next month, that is, ten days later, the people in the house have begun to prepare some wedding supplies.

In recent days, Lena has been bringing Carl some good food and wine from time to time.

Both siblings knew Carl's attitude, but as the wedding date approached, Lena was already in a hurry.

After all, compared to Marco, Carl is definitely the best choice for Skyrim.

Linna's change made Carl more and more uncomfortable.

He admits that Lena is beautiful, but he really doesn't feel it either.

Not a sanctuary is not suitable after all.

And, for so many days, Carl also knows a little about the Graf tribe.

If he took Lina away, it was very likely that he would offend the three elders.

That vein has a Sacred Domain powerhouse, although it is basically impossible for a Sacred Domain powerhouse to come forward for a junior.

However, the act of snatching marriage involves a problem of face, and if there is a conflict of force at that time, the possibility of the strong people in the holy domain coming forward is still very high.

Karl didn't have any confidence in the last Sanctuary powerhouse at all.

I can only silently say sorry in my heart.

…

In the evening, after dinner.

Carl finds Hank, and the two are now in the courtyard looking at each other without saying a word.

Hank understands Carl's scruples very well, so he never mentions it since he first introduced Lina.

"Are you leaving?" Hank asked.

Having been doing business outside for many years, Hank is very good at reading words and feelings.

"Hmm." Carl nodded.

Then he smiled a little: "I said it, I'll help you at the end." ”

A black robe appeared in Karl's hand, and he quickly draped it over his body, wrapped all but his eyes.

Hank's expression was stunned, not understanding what Carl was going to do.

Karl, who was covering the black robe, directly transformed, and then rose into the sky, standing in the air at a height of 100 meters.

"This—" Hank was stunned.

Standing in the air, it was a symbol of a saint-level powerhouse, and it was no secret that Carl was a warrior.

Unexpectedly, Carl was already a saint-level powerhouse.

No wonder, Chris would have died at the hands of Carl.

No matter how strong Chris is, he is definitely not the opponent of a saint-level powerhouse.

"Hank, it's my friend!" Karl snorted.

The sound was so loud that it could be heard clearly from miles away.

Not to mention the mansion right at his feet.

For a time, the strong people in the house kept jumping out.

"God, it's a saint-level powerhouse!"

"This lord said that Master Hank is his friend."

"It's Mr. Karl, no, it's Mr. Karl." It was a guard who followed Hank, and had already heard Carl's voice.

"Carl... My lord, it turned out to be a saint-level powerhouse. Wellington looked at Carl in the air, and lost his ability to think for a moment.

"Your tribe is fighting for power, I'm not interested!"

Carl's voice continued.

"I don't want anything to happen to my friend, though."

"Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

After speaking, Carl looked around the bottom domineeringly.

"Hank, goodbye!"

After saying this, Karl turned into a black shadow and flew directly to the south, and before turning around, his eyes seemed to see a look of hope.

In the darkness of the night, he was again dressed in a black robe, and soon disappeared into the air.

The people below were talking a lot, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.

It wasn't until Kevin, the butler, arrived, that everyone consciously returned to where they were supposed to go.

"Young Master Hank, the patriarch is waiting for you in the council chamber!"

Kevin looked at Hank's gaze with a hint of relief.

Unexpectedly, Hank was able to make friends with a saint-level powerhouse outside, which was definitely good news for their lineage.

Among all of them, Hank was the most shocked, and in half a year, Carl was able to directly become a saint from the seventh level.

Perhaps, he has been hiding his strength?

Inside the council chamber, Hank sees a smile on his father's face for the first time.

In his memory, Nathan was a very serious person, especially in a formal place like the council chamber.

"Hank, sit." Nathan tries to make his smile as natural as possible.

"Is this Mr. Karl really your friend?" Nathan asked.

Actually, what Carl said himself must be true, but he still wants to ask Hank to confirm.

"Yes, Carl is my friend in Knock Town!" Hank replied calmly.

"Good, good." Nathan's smile widened.

"You should have said it sooner, Mr. Karl wouldn't have left because he thought we had neglected him, would he?" Nathan was suddenly a little worried.

Hank shook his head.

"No, he's in a hurry."

"That's good, that's good." Nathan breathed a sigh of relief, there was something wrong with his vein, and he didn't want to inexplicably harm a saint-level powerhouse.

Hank saw his father's attitude, his heart was complicated, he didn't expect that the weight of a saint-level powerhouse in his father's heart was so heavy.

It can be imagined that in the past few years when he couldn't contact his own saint-level powerhouse, the pressure in his heart.

However, for the sake of his sister, he still needs to add some pressure to his father.

"Father."

"Huh?"

Nathan was thinking about how to use Hank's relationship with Carl when he turned his head suspiciously when he heard Hank's call.

"Carl, he seems to have a little bit of interest in Linna." Hank affirmed.

At the same time, he apologized to Carl in his heart, "I'm sorry brother, I have to use your name." ”

"Oh," Nathan muttered, "I'll arrange this. ”

There is no need to think about this kind of thing at all, there is a world of difference between Linna marrying a saint-level and marrying a descendant of a saint-level for an unknown number of generations, and what can bring them the same vein.

…

By the time Nathan and his son were talking, Carl was already a hundred miles away.

"Phew..., flying is still too expensive for me."

Carl rolled over and landed on the ground, immediately disarming his transformation.

He had only sucked Patton's blood a while ago, so Carl's need for blood was not great at the moment.

"It's a hundred meters above the ground, and no one should be able to spot that I'm an impostor." Karl muttered.

He deliberately chose to leave in the dark, and wore a black robe, and finally chose to be at a height of 100 meters, just so that others could not sense his breath.

Carl lived in the mansion for more than ten days, and many people knew him as a real warrior.

Therefore, everyone should have believed that Hank's Terran friend was actually a saint-level powerhouse.

I believe that it will not be long before this matter will spread to all races.

Terran, a second saint-level powerhouse has appeared.

"The other traversers are all pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, but I am pretending to be tigers and scaring wolves."

"It's a bit big this time, I hope it won't have a bad impact on the Terrans."

"However, it will certainly not be long for me to be in the Sanctuary."

Carl's current realm has already stepped into the threshold of the Holy Realm, and the difference is only vindictiveness.

And with his zombie physique, he may be able to reach the Sanctuary by transforming in the middle of the ninth level.

What's more, he also has an Earth Bear that can break through at any time.

So even though he's an imposter tonight, soon, he'll be able to bring a sanctuary to the Terrans.

"You shouldn't be a Terran, right?"

Just as Carl was about to take a break, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

With his sensitive senses, he never noticed that someone was following him.

Karl jumped forward, then turned sharply.

Ten meters in the air behind him, there was a dwarf old man floating around, who was also a - a powerhouse of the Holy Domain!