Diarrando stopped and motioned for Fayle to retreat with his three children first, but when he turned his head to see that the streets were bustling with tourists and passers-by, they were all showing their weapons. Unlike Turanda, firearms are very common, and half of the weapons that come out are muskets.

"What does that mean?" said Deirrando with a sneer, Arnoyo, pretending to move his wrist and releasing the clasped elven gauntlet.

"It's nothing, I just want to invite you and your friends in for a drink, I'm a good-looking person, and I don't like people to reject me the most. Therefore, if you are enthusiastic about your performance, it is easy for others to give me this face. A confident, deep male voice came from the corner, apparently the Dreadhorn King didn't need Arnoyo to speak again.

"Trust me, you won't regret meeting you. The other party added with a smile.

Luna and Dino tried to be calm, but their faces were a little pale, they had never seen a musket, but they knew the crossbow, and there were bright arrows sticking out from behind the windows on the roofs of the buildings in the vicinity. Although Dearlando is very powerful, he can't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.

Fayl quietly grasped his bronze bone staff in his sleeve, and then suddenly said loudly: "Whoever invites people to drink with bows and arrows and muskets will not put them all down." Zuihou's sentence was already mixed with the effects of powerful soul dementorship.

Sure enough, the ambushers in the surrounding circle all froze for a moment, and then slowly put down the weapons in their hands. Although the Dreadhorn King could not see what was going on outside, he could tell that the mage's words contained some kind of hypnotic magic.

Seeing the men in the hotel, they also put down their weapons. Not only was he not surprised, but he raised his hand and slowly patted it twice and praised: "This is Mr. Fayle, you have been looking up for a long time, your soul skills are really very good." ”

Fayilden felt a predator's gaze sweep over him, and then heard a shrill and piercing sound. The sound came from the direction of the Dreadnosaur King, like the chirping of some kind of bird, and it sounded like his own tinnitus when he reached Zuihou.

After the short screams died down, the people around them who had been controlled shook their heads one after another, waking up from a dream and raising their weapons again one by one.

It doesn't matter how the sound came out. Obviously, the Dreadhorn King was able to break the control of ordinary soul dementors with this sound.

Seeing this, the mage simply pulled his sleeves up. Showing off the bronze bone staff, he plans to make a big move. Diarrando stopped him with a loud voice: "Forget it, let's go in and see what he has to say." After all, if we want to go, we can leave at any time. ”

After saying that, he took the lead and strode in. Fayer didn't know what he was thinking. But for now it's better not to show disagreement. So he walked into the hotel after Dino, Achille, and Luna.

The inside of this sail hotel also looks like a ship's cabin, with a three-story deck on the outside and four floors on the inside. After entering the door, there are two stairs to the basement floor, and there are many tables under the black pressure, and there are people sitting in front of them.

Dearlando roughly estimated, there are 300 people in this hotel plus the number of people outside, and the King of Thorns really thinks too much of himself, thinking that such a small number of people can coerce him.

He walked to the shadow, sat down on the opposite side of the shadow, and then asked straight to the point, "What do you want to say?"

When Fayle came, he sat down in the seat next to him, and the three children obediently sat down at the same table, looking around quietly.

Dino was closest to the position of the Dreadhorn King, and he couldn't help but crane his neck to see what the man in the dark really looked like. But the lights in the hotel are not lit, and it is far from the door, so I can only see that it seems to be a very tall and thin man, and the silhouette looks like a long pointed bird's beak on his face.

"The little friend you brought seems to be curious about what I look like, huh?" said the Dreadhorn King, who suddenly lit a fast-burning wood with a flint, and a small bright orange-red flame illuminated the people in the darkness.

"Ah!!h Dino also leaned back, if he hadn't covered his mouth quickly, he would probably have screamed.

It was not the appearance of a man at all, the black and shiny feathers covered the man's head, only the eyelids were the appearance of human skin, and from the eyebrows to the chin, a huge golden beak covered most of his face, and if it were not for the delicate carving on it, it would have made one suspect that it had grown from his face.

The man was dressed in a black silk robe, which was also covered with pitch-black feathers, so that it was impossible to tell which ones were his own and which were ornaments. The same dyed black belt is tied from the chest to the cross, outlining the thin and lean body of the other party, and with the pitch-black wings behind it, it looks like an oversized crow.

With a flash of fire, the Dreadhorn King leisurely lit his pipe with the quick-burning wood, and then shook out the small flame in his hand, allowing his figure to disappear into the darkness again.

At this moment, only a wisp of light smoke floated up from the specially shaped pipe, and was dyed with some grayish-red sheen by the flickering tobacco. The mouth of that pipe is so long that it can reach under the beak mask. The Dreadhorn King smoked a cigarette comfortably through the mask, and after a while, the breath he exhaled came out from the two nostrils of the bird's beak mask, and it looked a little funny.

"Am I terrible?" asked the Dreadhorn King as he suddenly leaned in Dino's direction. After asking, he took a puff of cigarette and sprayed it at Dino, who was choked until Dino coughed just as he wanted to answer.

Diarrando raised his hand and shook it, and the pipe suddenly fell on the table in three or four pieces, and the bucket full of tobacco fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and all the half-burned tobacco in it was scattered.

The Golden Eyes of the Thorn King narrowed dangerously, and he saw Dearlando pull out his dagger and make two gestures in front of him, but he didn't even have time to dodge. In other words, if Dearlando wanted to kill him just now, he would already be a dead man.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and someone let out a soft exclamation in the distance. Diarlando could tell it was Arnoyo, and when she called out, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand. Then she muttered to someone next to her, and the other party comforted her for a while, probably another twin, Kermia.

With a "dang", the King of Thorns threw Zuihou's pipe on the ground, then stretched out his hand, and soon someone brought another pipe over. But this time he didn't light it again, just played with it in his hand, and then chuckled under his breath.

Diarrando looked at him inexplicably, originally he thought that the other party would suddenly be furious, and then he could naturally beat the other party hard, and then force him to withdraw the charge, but he didn't expect the other party to suddenly laugh.

The Dreadhorn King laughed louder and louder, Zuihou almost leaned forward and backward, and Diarlando couldn't help but look at the mage next to him, wondering what Fayl thought of this madman. However, Daxiao's voice stopped abruptly as it had begun, and the voice of the Dreadhorn King sounded again: "Oops, your sex is really similar to me when I was young. ”

Dearlando raised his eyebrows in disgust, thinking to himself, what is it like?

Sure enough, when the other party saw that he didn't believe it, he continued: "I'm a person, and I can't see others do anything to my relatives and friends. If I had been you, I would have done the same. ”

"So...... You can understand how I felt when I heard my beloved daughters being seriously injured yesterday, right?" the Dreadhorn King gestured to the location of Arnoyo and Kermia's wounds.

"I think it's their own fault. If it weren't for our presence that day, it is estimated that the injured and dead would have been other ordinary passengers. ”

The Dreadhorn King stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Deirlando, and said disapprovingly: "No, no, the matter has become so big entirely because you interfered, my two babies have not played this kind of game for a day or two, as long as everyone obediently cooperates, they will never hurt the passengers." And I will have reasonable compensation afterwards. ”

"I don't usually have much chance to take care of them, they just have such a little fun, and they can't be satisfied with being a father, what kind of father am I?" said the Dreadhorn King as a matter of course, as if he didn't realize how strange his concept was.

Diarrando said bluntly: "There is something wrong with your education, if you really love your daughters, you should let them do something normal and be a normal girl." Being a pirate is not an honorable thing, and sooner or later they will pay a greater price for their mistakes. ”

The Dreadnock King shrugged noncommittally, and then changed the subject: "I'm not inviting you today to talk about my family education, I have more important topics." ”

"Oh, about those six airships of yours, since you know who I am, I think you should know that I have the power to destroy your ship completely this morning, and that it would be merciful not to do so. ”

"Oh? no, no, it's not that, it's just an aftershow. I'm coming to you today to talk about the Dragon Singer. A smile appeared on the face of the Dreadhorn King, who had difficulty distinguishing expressions, and he removed the golden bird's beak mask from his face, revealing his nose and mouth.

In the area from his hawksbill nose to the upper part of his lips, the shape of a golden star abruptly imprinted on his pale skin was particularly ridiculous.

“...... It's!" because it was very dark here, so only Deirlandor could clearly see the face of the Dreadhorn King and the familiar mark on his face, which was the contract symbol of the Starlight Dragon, but he didn't expect that the brutal monarch in front of him was actually the sixth Dragon Singer candidate. (To be continued......)