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Hint: This chapter is a bit of a primordial for the first primordial...... Less decent scents and depictions of the site, such as if you were or are affiliated with the First Legion, please choose to skip the OR shielding.

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Peturabo reappeared in the city he had seen last time, shaking his hair with confidence, knowing more about the target of his trip, and although it may be difficult to find, as a primordial, he always has some way in this universe.

But apparently, at this time his target had changed places, and the dog looked left and right, and this landing point was a verandah with many beautiful stone columnar arcades, located near a large garden, and the dog could see the spires and unique domes of the palace from the top of the shrubs and fragrant white flowers, and he subconsciously shook his long fluffy plush tail, and pricked up his ears, one facing forward, the other to the side, to catch the subtle sound source of the power armor servo, and the plants and gravel at night oozed moist grass, moss, and flowers, A wisp of ozone from the reactor backpack wafted in the distance, and he guessed there was a pile of it—

Wait a minute.

The dog's eyes widened at the smell.

The smell is like the unique and impressive smell of male cat bell hormones in a dangerous dark black forest with a stream of cold, gurgling damp moss—

Perturabo's lips tightened, he sped up and trotted, his paws treading over the tiles, trying to find a suitable gap to go deep into the garden to test his guess, when suddenly a female voice sounded in surprise from behind him.

"Alas! Look, what is it? Then a hand quickly reached over and pinched the back of Perturabo's neck.

- Look, she should be thankful in every way that I'm not a real dog, and I'm not going to suddenly turn my head and bite her hand off, because I don't want to cause a commotion, hell.

The black and white flower dog who immediately adjusted the expression on his face from "a noble iron king who is pondering" to "a beautiful dog who is intelligent and understanding but lost his way" at the moment of being caught thought impatiently, and then shook his head left and right at the owner of the hand that grabbed the back of his neck, his dark brown clear eyes stared at her, the charm of a real primordial body, little girl, now begins.

The nervous expression on the mortal woman's face as quickly as the snow-capped mountains melt in spring switched from surprise and heightened vigilance to "Oh, look how handsome and lovely it is, let me pet it," and her fingers and palms touched the sheepdog's fur cautiously but with great enthusiasm.

Well, that's it, well, the hands have rough calluses, and the smell of firing medicine, promethium, and gun oil, and this woman is a soldier with a weapon, and Perturabo looks at her carefully, she is dressed quite differently from the customs here, which is interesting.

The skin color, facial features, and other subtle arrangements of the surface of the mortal flesh are clearly summarized and contrasted in Perturabo's eyes, they are all human, but the differentiation rate between human races shows the characteristics of island evolution, and things are starting to get a little interesting, did she come here on a ship?

But in any case, she doesn't fit in with the atmosphere of the whole palace, and when will she be distracted and let me slip away? I hear what seems to be the sound of conversation and fencing coming from over there? Perturabo rolled his eyes, but the woman's hand still clung to the mane at the back of his neck.

"Did something happen to Mijia?" The woman turned her head, and a man of the same ethnicity as her approached, he also had weapons, but they were just as simple, and not the norm, the dog noticed many of the details of the hasty and hasty acquisition of weapons from the enemy after the great battle, and the details of things began to become more and more abundant, and he could not remember any signs of recent fighting in the city.

"No...... No, I just heard that Lord Leon is here, and I didn't find him when I came here, but I saw this animal swaying here, and it seemed to have run away. ”

I knew it was really you! Leon El Johnson! You hateful, daring, overconfident, SHIT-maker fat cat who doesn't bother with anything!

The dog cursed at least three foul words from Olympia and Guterra, and immediately began to think about how to show himself in front of his brother next.

"I see, it's kind and won't attack humans? It's so clean, maybe some nobleman in the palace raised it, tsk, it looks like it eats better than us. ”

"Shhhh Koran! Be cautious in what you say and do in the place of others. One thing I think you're right, it should have an owner, because it's not afraid of people and friendly to me, and stroking it gives me peace of mind. The young woman known as Migia pulled out a silver skull pendant from the mane under Peturabo's neck, "Behold, it has a collar and a pendant, and perhaps there will be a clue to its owner." ”

"What's written on this?"

"I don't really understand...... L·i·b·r·a·r·y· o·f……？ ”

Thankfully, she let go of my mane, and Perturabo put her hot paw on her hand and used gravity to free her pendant from the woman's grasp.

"Forget it, we should find Lord Leon as soon as possible, it's our duty as his guard."

The sheepdog, which was about to slip away, pricked up its ears.

Mortal? Such a rudimentary weapon? Leon's Guard? He? What happened?

"I think Lord Leon...... Someone like that, I mean, is a legendary god, the son of the Emperor of God, a true son of God, and will he really need our guards? ”

"Don't be confused, Koran." Migia interrupted the young man's whisper, her voice tense but firm, "We need to find our place, whether it's for Lord Leon or Kamath. ”

The man hung his head, indicating that he had no objection to this.

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After a few moments, they walked up the stairs and through the gates of the hanging hanging garden, where they found the purpose of all their trip.

Four tall transcendent warriors and even taller than them - the genetic prototype of the Dark Angel and the noble heir of the Emperor, Leon Elzhuangsen.

Megia and Koran saluted and greeted the First Primordial with their pride and deity, and the mortals stood opposite the four dark-angels with different expressions of reluctance and disgrace.

The shepherd dog looked at his brother who had aged much with great emotion.

"I've noticed that you have an unusual companion, Migia."

None of the people present paid much attention to the quadruped that had come with them before the lion spoke, and there were apparently some of the dark angels who thought it was an animal they had raised.

With his tail half-raised, Perturabo walked up to the lion with his head held high, looking up to meet him.

It is impossible for one protologist not to recognize the other.

Leona's countenance, which had become older and wiser, suddenly changed color after some mysterious point.

Wail.

Theoretically, I should have continued, but I'd love to write about other people

…… (I thought about it for 5 minutes) Anyway, let's write it first and see what is a little bit (hearty)

(End of chapter)