The Emerald Tower

In the early morning, the Grand Duke Swordsman walked out of his room, bathed in the morning light, and walked in the courtyard.

Her gaze kept looking at the room where Dean was in, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, but more of it was worry-what Dean said during the parting last night kept her up all night.

She didn't think Dean was a big talker.

But because of this, she became even more worried.

After all, the practice of any secret technique is done step by step, step by step, and any practice that ignores the rules and crosses stages will endanger oneself.

And such examples are not without.

On the contrary, it is everywhere!

People who are born to want to take shortcuts are definitely not a minority-some big families want to get ahead, but they don't have more resources. They have certain resources, but want more people.

When I am irrational, I will always choose this path that seems to have a chance, but is essentially of no return.

Grand Duke Swordsman, absolutely does not want Dean to choose this path.

After all, Dean's performance just now is already promising and there is no need to do so.

"Even if you lose, you can make a comeback...because you are not at all of this-but once you hurt the root, there will be no chance again!"

The Grand Duke Swordsman muttered to himself in a low voice.

There was an error in the practice of the secret technique. The biggest drawback was that not only would the body be seriously injured, but also, sometimes it was irreversible.

Simply put, it is incurable by medicine.

With such an injury, no matter how great the future is, it will be over.

Thinking that Dean might have such a result, the heart of Archduke Swordsmanship became more and more impatient.

There was a touch of worry on that soft face.

It's just a worry among friends. But sincere!

When the sun rose a little bit, and the sunlight flooded the courtyard, the door of Dean's room opened. Dean walked out of it.

"Dean, you..."

The Grand Duke Swordsman subconsciously wanted to advise Dean not to be impatient. However, the words had just been uttered, and he couldn't help but stop.

Because she keenly felt a difference in Dean's body.

His appearance hasn't changed much, but his body shape seems to be a little taller, and a very vague and fused aura is looming on Dean's body, echoing the ground on which he is standing.

It's like breathing. With one breath and one breath, one volt together.

Such coordination seems to be the case.

"This, this, [the power of the mountain spirit]!"

The Grand Duke Swordsman was stunned, then looked at Dean in disbelief.

Out of curiosity, although the Archduke Swordsman Master did not practice such a secret technique of [Mountain Spirit Power], he has read it many times, especially the notes left by the previous practice. It is almost backwards.

Among them, it is described in detail that [the power of the mountain spirit] can be used as the core force. What it looks like in battle.

‘Breathe at the same time with the earth! ’

This is the most recorded sentence in the notes.

There is almost no need to think, the Grand Duke Swordsman can be sure that this sentence describes Dean's state at the moment.

"Ok!"

Dean smiled and nodded, and then pointed at a distant one, and said: "I think such news should be informed to the rest of the talents in advance!"

After speaking, Dean strode towards the residence of the old marquis.

And behind Dean, the Archduke Swordsmanship was in a trance. This reacted.

However, just after reacting. The Grand Duke Swordsman smiled wryly in an instant--

The territory of the four towns...

Thinking of this territory that needs to be accumulated by several generations, I changed the owner overnight. As well as the reaction of the old Marquis and the second son of the Marquis, the Grand Duke's swordsmanship hurried to catch up.

...

The residence of the Marquis of York has no aristocratic style.

It was exactly the appearance of a military barracks, just like other arrangements in York.

Therefore, even restaurants that should be full of warmth are clean, neat, and even... simple.

A table top that hasn't undergone any treatment, relying on the strength of the years to flatten it, and a table foot built up with bricks.

Four chairs without backrests.

They are the old marquis, the chief guard, the eldest son and the second son of the old marquis.

There are three things on the table: dried bread that can be used as a weapon, greasy pieces of meat, and a salad of vegetables and fruits.

Such food standards will only appear in the average middle-level households.

It shouldn't have appeared at a marquis' table.

However, the old Marquis has been here for decades, at most adding some other things on special festivals.

Of course, there are also some differences——

Quantity!

Three servings of food that are not delicate enough are amazing in quantity, enough for ten people to put on the table.

The chief guard of the old marquis and the eldest son of the marquis did not speak, everything followed the rules set by the old marquis, and ate the food silently, while the second son of the marquis simply ate two fruits and then quietly Sitting there, obviously, he is really not interested in such crude food.

And obviously, the old marquis seemed to be familiar with his second son.

He ate half of the food for ten people, and the remaining half was divided by the old marquis's chief guard and the eldest son.

Undoubtedly, there is no part of that second son.

When the last plate with food was withdrawn, the old marquis raised his head and looked at his second son. When he saw the smiling face of the other party sitting there, the old marquis frowned subconsciously.

However, no more was said.

For this second son who had no talent and didn't know how to work hard, he was already disappointed.

If it wasn't because the other party had his own blood, the old Marquis promised that he would never care about the other party's life or death.

"My father, what do you think of [Frost Swordsmanship] and [Dragon Swordsmanship]?"

The second son of the Marquis saw his father's displeasure, but he, who was also used to it, naturally chose to ignore it. Directly involved in the topic.

The smile that remained at the corner of his mouth was enough to explain the pride of this second marquis son at the moment.

"What do you think?"

The old marquis frowned again and asked rhetorically.

"[Frost Swordsmanship] is the secret of the Frost Nobles. They definitely don’t want to leak out, and [Dragon Swordsmanship] is for the Gaosai royal family. Its importance is even more self-evident-I think we can Get more benefits from it! Whether it is the Frost Nobles or the treasures of the Gaosai royal family, I think they are opening their arms to us at this moment!"

The second son of the Marquis spoke bluntly about his thoughts.

"Deren, this damages the knight's honor!"

The eldest son of the Marquis said in a deep voice.

"Of course, my brother, so... I will come forward to accomplish these things! After all, I am not a knight!"

The Marquis second son waved his hand with a smile. An indifferent appearance.

"Don't forget your identity as the second son of the York family!"

The eldest son of the Marquis looked very difficult to look.

For the eldest son carefully nurtured by the old marquis, it was obvious that he was just like his father.

"Of course I didn't forget! How could I forget?"

The second son of the Marquis said in a vague tone, then turned his head to look at his sinking father, and smiled again: "My father, although you are one of the witnesses, you are involved in this bet. It's me, which means I have the right to dispose of the items I won!"

After a pause, the second son of the Marquis seemed to have thought of something ridiculous. Continue to say.

"Of course, if I lose, the output will also be mine-although this is unlikely!"

"Deren. Your territory is inherited from your father!"

The eldest son of the Marquis reminded.

"Yes, yes, of course, but since I have inherited it, it is naturally mine--not to mention, haven't I managed my territory with all my heart? If there is no tax collected from my territory every year, brother your knights How did his weapons and armor appear? How did the horse and manpower be supplemented?"

The Marquis second son asked with a smile.

Suddenly, the eldest son of the Marquis had nothing to say.

Face the facts. The eldest son of the Marquis never refuted.

The second son of Marquis obviously knew this well, so. Seeing his elder brother who closed his mouth, he smiled more and more proudly.

even. He has already begun to plan what he will exchange for these two secret arts!

The Frost Nobleman's sailing skills, although he was very greedy, had already acquired it, and the rest seemed to be ordinary Kimpton and the like.

However, the Gaosai royal family must be able to come up with a lot of good things!

After all, Xiti and Jade are also very interested in royal secret arts!

"Mastering [Dragon Swordsmanship], I can do a good job among the three kings... I don't know, is the Emerald Grand Duke interested... or the princess of the Gaosai royal family..."

As if thinking of something proud, the second marquis couldn't bear to laugh.

And this made the old Marquis, whose face was sinking, a straight cold snort.

In those sharp eyes, anger was brewing.

But soon, this anger was replaced by surprise——

Huh!

The sitting old Marquis ~www.readwn.com~ stood up suddenly, the bench was taken to the ground, but it seemed unconscious.

He just stared blankly at the two figures that gradually became clear outside.

"Breathe at the same time with the earth..."

The old Marquis muttered to himself, the surprise in his eyes, as the figure approached, it became more and more dense.

The same is true for the head of the guard of the old marquis.

The eldest son of the Marquis was a little uncertain.

The second son of the Marquis was surprised by his father's actions. Then, he turned his head and saw Dean who walked in. He couldn't help but smiled and said, "You are here so early, are you ready to give up? However, Even if you admit defeat, I will not let go of your bet!"

ps first more~

I got up late this morning, and this chapter is too late... (to be continued) r655()