The Emerald Tower

When the footsteps sounded again, it was already ten minutes later. 【First Release】

And in these ten minutes, Dean carefully packed his belongings, and, holding the head of the bed, made himself stand up-although the tingling and weakness in his body made Dean frown, he did not Allow yourself to become weak due to physical discomfort and to have an escape heart.

‘Don’t underestimate your usual habits, they are the most important at the moment of life and death! ’

These were the words of the old knight, and Dean approved as always.

If he becomes weak due to the tingling and weakness of his body at this time, and has a heart to escape, then when facing greater danger, even if he is in good health, he will still subconsciously think of escape-after all, this is A habit.

And Dean would never allow himself to do this.

call!

When he finally straightened his back, Dean couldn't help taking a breath-he could feel the sweat on his forehead and back, but compared to these, Dean enjoyed the feeling of standing now.

Dean has absolutely no objection to the feeling of lying down, because he also needs sleep.

However, this does not mean that he will miss the sick bed.

After hearing the footsteps, Dean sorted out his clothes a bit-although it was just ordinary pajamas lining and trousers, Dean also made them as flat as possible.

咚, 咚咚...

Not hurriedly, the rhythmic knock on the door showed the self-cultivation of the knocker; and the obviously lower knock on the door was obviously worried, and suddenly disturbed Dean who was wounded.

In response, Dean said with a kind smile: "Please come in!"

The door was gently pushed open.

A figure wearing a cloak appeared in Dean's field of vision, after the opponent entered the room. Close the door gently. then. Take off the hood.

Long golden hair, pouring down like a waterfall, eyes like emerald green, stained the whole room with a touch of agility.

"Your Highness!"

Seeing this person who was always buried in his heart, Dean greeted him almost instinctively after a start.

However, the waist just bent gave Dean a violent dizziness—no doubt. Reunion again made Dean forget the state of his body.

When Dean was about to fall again, Grand Duke Emerald appeared next to Dean again, held him up, picked him up, and put him on the bed.

"Don't be aggressive, no one can see it except me!"

Grand Duke Emerald prevented Dean from getting out of bed again, and her clear gaze contained a trace of unwavering rejection.

"Ok!"

Dean felt it on his shoulder. The strength of Grand Duke Jade's palm, and the meaning in the eyes of the opponent. In the end, with a bitter smile of embarrassment, he leaned on his pillow--is this the second time? Dean counted the number of times he was ‘lifted’ from the bottom of his heart.

And Dean didn't mean to resist anymore.

After all, Dean knew very well from the previous relationship that the granddaughter in front of her had a very persistent temper, and it was absolutely difficult to change what she had determined.

However, fortunately, the female grandfather always distinguishes right from wrong.

Seeing that Dean didn't mean to get up again, the grandfather moved a chair in the room, took off the cloak that was covering the outer cover, and placed the cloak directly on the back of the chair, and sat on Dean's bed like this At the same time, looking at Dean with emerald green eyes, he said in a clear voice: "Thank you!"

"what?"

Both eyes were attracted by the familiar white background green emblem knight uniform, and Dean, who fell into the memory, obviously didn't hear the grandfather say anything.

"I thank you Ken for everything you have done for County Vauban and me!"

Grand Duke Emerald didn't feel the slightest irritation. On the contrary, with a very serious attitude, he once again expressed his gratitude to Dean.

"His Royal Highness, this is what I should do!"

"No, in the face of the situation at the time, even if you escaped, no one would say anything... But you did something far beyond your abilities-so I must be thankful for it, and I can’t wait I want to express my gratitude... Therefore, I came to see you before the Marquis of Vauban!"

Dean said from the bottom of his heart, the sincerity in his eyes made Grand Duke Emerald's mouth slightly tucked, and a shallow smile appeared on the beautiful face, almost making Dean once again fall into a trance— -Undoubtedly, for Dean, apart from Leni, the Grand Duke is his least resistant woman.

However, the calmness and tenacity cultivated in the assassin's career in the previous life made him not embarrassed again.

Although it's just like the grandfather said that there are only two of them, and even the grandfather will not mind, but this does not mean that Dean will not mind.

In front of the ladies who care about, men, always have to keep the best, right?

Dean is no exception.

Fortunately, Dean did pretty well—

"grab?"

Dean uses topics to attract his attention.

"Ok!"

The grandfather nodded slightly, and a slight smile suddenly appeared sly. She pointed to the door of the room and said, "That old marquis, is still sighing gently in the front hall! He must be very worried. , Ken, you will directly swear to me, and then follow me out of Vauban!"

"It is my honor to be able to serve His Highness!"

Dean said with a smile-he didn't struggle with why the Grand Duke could hear the sigh hundreds of yards away. After all, the strength of the gold level was enough to explain everything.

"So, are you willing to go back to the three southern counties with me?"

The grandson looked at Dean intently.

Facing such a grandfather, Dean almost subconsciously agreed to agree; however, when the words were about to be spoken, he thought of the situation he was facing.

Obviously, based on his previous performance, the Grand Duke's appreciation of him will inevitably be reused as long as he travels to the three southern counties.

And Dean is also from the heart, and is very willing to follow the granddaughter to leave.

But... Blood Moon War!

Thinking of the war that would destroy everything, Dean couldn't agree.

After all, well known. The four northern counties are the real defensive towns of the Jade Kingdom and the recruiting ground for infantry and cavalry. Although the three southern counties are blooming. But more is dominated by the navy.

Use warships against cavalry?

Unless the warship can get on land, otherwise, it is simply impossible.

And Dean didn't think he had the ability to take the warship onto the land to compete with Xiti's cavalry.

So, after opening his mouth, Dean shook his head--

"I am now the head of the Fecharen Knights, but I am willing to serve His Royal Highness!"

Dean said apologetically.

Although there is no more explanation. But everything is clear.

After all, the Knights of Fecharen are in Tyre, and Tyre is a territory of Vauban.

"For the honor of your ancestors? Your ancestors will be proud of your choice!"

The grandfather looked at Dean, a glimmer of understanding flashed in his emerald eyes.

Obviously, the identity that Dean had always created before began to play a role-undoubtedly, as a female grandfather who followed the tradition of the knight, she understood and supported the practice of using military exploits to restore the family's reputation.

and. She looked from hesitation to determined Dean. Did not stingy with his praise-

"If, I just say if-the three southern counties still welcome you, a territory outside Nangang County, I am willing to reserve it for you!"

The Grand Duke made her promise very solemnly.

"Grateful!"

Dean, who was sitting on the pillow, sat up as much as possible to express his gratitude, and this behavior caused the grandpa to push Dean back on the bed again.

"Your body is very weak, so try to rest as much as possible...Do you know what the spell you used before is?"

The grandfather frowned, obviously not really blaming Dean, but worried.

"I don't know, it's just passed down by the family, as the last hope!"

Dean replied in words that he had thought of long ago.

Even in the face of the Grand Duke, some things about Dean cannot be explained clearly. After all, according to the character of the Grand Duke, if you really know that he went to'dig' the tomb of the Conquer King, even if you don’t feel disgusted. Definitely knowingly; and Dean didn't want this to happen.

Therefore, he kept his mouth shut and told white lies.

Everything is pushed away, just like the family that his body can't remember clearly.

"Is it the last hope? Well, it can be called the last hope... But, obviously, the passage of time has made your family's record of this spell incomplete-the Dragon Hell is one of its many titles. , As its name suggests, the lightning gate you see is to the prison that houses all kinds of evil dragons and evil dragons, and the two parties exchange their needs in the form of contracts! However, as far as I know , Anyone who signs a contract with the Devil Dragon and the Evil Dragon will not end well-as the Devil Dragon and Evil Dragon expelled and imprisoned by the Dragon Clan, they are more cunning than anyone who signed the contract. ,evil!"

The grandson nodded first, and then solemnly explained the danger to Dean.

"There is no one?"

"Yes, there is no one!"

Facing the grand duke's serious answer, Dean subconsciously thought of the Conquer King—the opponent's swordsmanship, body, and abilities, plus these two scrolls, Dean inexplicably felt a connection between them.

If I read the diary...

And subconsciously ~www.readwn.com~ Dean thought of the book he ate.

Obviously, in that diary, something should be recorded about the "Devil Dragon Prison".

However, since it has been'eaten', Dean naturally cannot'spit out' it. Therefore, such regrets disappear in an instant. Dean will never waste too much thought on an item that cannot be restored. .

After all, it is an object, not a person.

"His Royal Highness, can you tell me more about the Dragon Prison?"

Dean, who had lost his mind, looked at the granddaughter in front of him.

"of course!"

Reaching Dean's serious gaze, the grandpa nodded and smiled.

ps first update~ (to be continued...)