The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

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Today is the day when Manopura's main force is about to be sealed off. Ervik couldn't sleep all night. He called Keliya and Kara up early in the morning and waited for Anseir and Shan in the hall of the Adventurer's Association. Drew out.

Ervik had dark circles under his eyes, but he was in good spirits. On the other hand, Kylia was holding the longbow to support her body, and her little head leaned on the end of the longbow and was drowsy.

"Brother Ansair, you finally woke up! What about Sister Sandro?"

Ervik's eyes lit up when he saw Ansair walk into the hall, but he leaned behind Ansair, but he didn't see Sandro.

In his impression, apart from sleeping, Sandro was almost inseparable from Anseir, and he was more entangled than his sister and Kara. This was probably a mature big sister.

It was only today, on the important day of dispatching troops, that Elvic found that Sandro was not following Ansair, and couldn't help but wonder.

Didn't Sister Sandro follow Brother Anseir to the front line to fight?

Ervik couldn't help thinking of this, and he glanced at the sleepy sister with the longbow behind him and Kara, who was constantly looking at the dagger in his hand.

He knew how tragic the war was, and in fact he was a little worried that his sister and Kara would go with him, but they swore that no matter what happened, they would never be separated.

"Ha~" Ansier yawned before saying, "Sandrew went to buy me breakfast."

Ansair didn't know why these adventurers were in such a hurry to die. The hall of the Adventurer's Association in the early morning was empty.

"Huh? Buying breakfast?"

Elvic looked strange. Except for the first night when Ans El went out to buy food, almost every meal was from the Whore Association.

The Adventurers Association did not dare to offend Ansi Er, who had at least gold-level strength, and not only waived the accommodation fee, but also covered three meals a day.

"Have you eaten breakfast? If you didn't, I asked Sandro to bring you some. It wasn't my money anyway."

Ansier said with an air of air, as long as it wasn't his money, he was very willing to be generous to others.

"No, no, we've all eaten."

Elwick waved his hand and shook his head quickly. He felt that they owed Ansier a great deal and did not want Ansier to spend any more money.

In his opinion, with the relationship between Sandro and Ansair, Sandro's money is Ansair's money.

Ansier shook his head indifferently and did not persuade him. Instead, he came to Keliya and looked at the little girl who was trying her best to doze off. She looked like a junior high school student dozing off in class. .

"Little guy, are you sleepy? Why don't you sleep more in the room? Anyway, it's still a while before the inspection officially starts."

Ansier smiled and gently touched Kelly's short flaxen hair.

"Brother said...it's important...to get up early."

Kelly rubbed her eyes and said in a daze.

What a lovely little girl, if it were my sister's temperament, I'm afraid Ervik would have been burned to ashes by her wake up.

Ansel muttered in his heart.

"Breakfast, I bought it back."

"Shandre" walked in from outside the Adventurer's Association hall, holding a bag of hot scones in his hand, he said coldly to Ansier with a beautiful face.

"Thanks."

Ansair took the scones with a smile. He had seen the famous scones from the king when he was shopping with Sandro before, but they were too expensive and he was reluctant to pay for them.

"Humph!"

"Sandru" snorted coldly, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at Ansier with a strange expression. He couldn't understand why a scones for a gold coin was only, how could a dignified demigod be greedy for such a small price.

Of course he's not Sandro, he's a juggler posing as Sandro.

After escaping from the heresy courtroom, he soon discovered that a strange magical marker had been injected into his body.

The juggler found that the magic mark carried a law of death, and every time he managed to have some magic power, he was quickly swallowed by the magic mark.

This makes the already poor family even worse.

However, the demigod law in this magic mark prevented him from clearing it in a short period of time. The juggler only found out that there were slight magic fluctuations in Sandro, but he did not expect that he was a powerful demigod lich.

Soon Ansi Er and Sandro touched the door. The juggler wanted to use space magic to run away, but was imprisoned by a strange blue rune, unable to move half a minute.

Although the confinement time was not long, only five seconds, but this shocked the magician. After all, he is still a legendary genius magician.

"Big brother, big sister, spare your life!"

The juggler immediately knelt down and begged for mercy.

He also has a disorder of magical power, and it is impossible for him to do two demigods. If you think about it carefully, of course, life is the most important thing.

This worship successfully confuses Ans El. Is it true that all magicians can bend and stretch?

Ansier believes that he is not a bad dragon, and everyone is so servile and surrendered, he can only regret that the incidental robbery plan went bankrupt early.

Who made him a good dragon who eats soft and not hard.

Since the juggler was so aware of the current affairs, Ansair told him of his and Sandro's plans.

It is a dangerous thing to let other magicians cast magic on themselves, but due to the situation, the juggler can only bear the humiliation and burden from Ansi Er, and let Sandro leave a primer on him to activate space magic.

At this moment, the Juggler obeyed Ans El's arrangement and used the Transfiguration to transform into the appearance of Sandro.

It's just that he didn't expect that Ansel would let him spend several gold coins to buy scones for breakfast.

Obstructed magic disease has caused him to lose all his family wealth. These few gold coins have been saved by his performances for several months. It is so sad!

Every bite of Ansair's pie, he felt it was in his heart.

The juggler turned his head, letting the tears flow like a river in his heart.

"Why is Sister Sandro acting so weird today, brother Ansel, did you guys quarrel?"

Ervik sensed something was wrong with the Juggler.

"Haha, why is there something wrong, how can you be so sensitive as a boy?"

Anse Er laughed and disturbed Elvic's thinking.

He deliberately poked the small waist of the juggler with his fingers, and said maliciously.

"You say so, Sandro?"

The juggler was stabbed so much that he thought that Ansair and Sandro were in a relationship, so he suppressed his nausea and wrapped his hands around Ansair's neck.

"Yeah yeah, you think too much."

The juggler said to Ervik with a smile.

Ansi Er was just making fun of the juggler, and quickly pushed the juggler's hand away and said to San Xiaozhi.

"Okay, let's go."

......

Ansier brought the juggler and Sandro to the square of the royal capital. The square was already crowded with people. On the left were adventurers from the Adventurers Association, on the right were students from various academies, and in front of the square were nobles from all over the world.

Ordinary soldiers are stationed in the suburbs outside the capital. Their numbers are too large and they are not worth testing.

Ansel took out a golden token made of pure gold.

In order to make amends for Ans El, the deacon of the Adventurers Association specially upgraded his Adventurer Token without paying.

For prostituting a golden token for free, Anse Er is of course willing to put aside the slap in the face.

"Come in, your position is at the front."

The soldier returned the token respectfully to Anse Erdao.

With a peerless beauty, two cute little girls, and a foolish boy, they walked in the crowd with this combination, but the adventurers chose to shy away, avoiding them like snakes and scorpions.

They had either seen Ans El's mighty appearance with their own eyes, or had heard rumors of Ans El from other adventurers.

There is no legend, gold is the peak combat power, no one dares to provoke a gold-level powerhouse on the battlefield, even if this person is his teammate.

Ansier looked at these adventurers helplessly and shook his head. Can't there be such a mighty and unyielding person? They all have such self-knowledge. As a kind metal dragon, it is difficult for me to do it.

They walked unimpeded all the way to the front of the adventurer team. Standing here, they could see at a glance that the terrace in front of the square was already full of nobles from all over the world, and the king and bishop had not yet arrived.

Those who can stand here are all gold-level adventure groups or adventure teams.

Ans El was keenly aware that someone was looking at him with resentful eyes not far away, he turned his head and saw a man who was not one percent of Sandro's dress, but a woman with a hot body was looking resentful. staring at him.

If eyes can kill dragons, then Ansi Er may have died many times.

Ansier guessed that, according to the usual routine, the woman in front of him was not the sister of the silver adventurer he killed before, or she must be her mistress.

Beside this woman, a giant man who was twice as tall as an ordinary person was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, waiting for the arrival of the king. He was the head of the Lion Adventure Group, codenamed "The Lion".

The woman whispered in the male lion's ear, and the male lion opened his eyes and looked at Ansi Er with malicious intent.

Ansier was overjoyed. It seemed that another treasure would be delivered to his door. A gold-level adventure group could have some goods.

"Lord Demigod, I see that the fat man next to you seems to have bad intentions towards you. Do you want me to help you get rid of him, and I will never let the church find out about you. Just give me ten gold coins."

The juggler whispered in Ans El's ear.

"Stop stealing my business!"

Ansair glared at the juggler. This man wanted to steal my business, but he still wanted me to pay, which was fantastic.

The juggler was startled. Is co-authoring your business a robbery?

The juggler hurriedly covered the magic ring in his hand, and he suddenly realized that it was a kindness that Ansair didn't rob him of his storage.

The sun had already climbed into the air, and the warm sunlight shone on Kylia's face, making her even more sleepy.

Ansier took Keliya's wooden bow, let her lean on him, gently stroked her little head and said softly.

"Come on, let's sleep."

"Hmm~"

Kelly's eyelids were heavy, and she quickly fell asleep.

Ansier glanced at the little girl in his arms, and she was really cute as someone else's sister.

He turned to look at Ervik again.

I saw this silly brother kept looking towards the Knights Academy team, as if he was looking for someone.

Ans El heard that Elwick and the others met a very good little knight when they went to the Royal Academy yesterday, and took them into the Knights Academy to visit.

But there were too many people in the square today, and Ervik couldn't find his new acquaintance.

Finally, I don't know how long I waited, the king finally appeared on the platform in front of the square with the capital's capital, looking down at the people in the square.

"Law: Silence!"

I saw the Metropolitan raise a blue scepter high, and a dazzling light erupted from the scepter.

This scepter is a sacred object that has been infected by the breath of the gods, giving the Metropolitan power far beyond his own strength.

Under the divine technique of the Metropolitan, there was no sound from the crowd in the entire square. Even the gold-level powerhouses were silenced. Only Ansi Er and the Juggler were not affected.

The Metropolitan nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time greedily glanced at the scepter in his hand.

This scepter is not his property, but a fetish that the church once gave to the Manopura Kingdom, and today he only borrowed it from the king once.

Feeling the inexhaustible power in his body, the Metropolitan showed a look of enjoyment, but it was a pity that this power did not belong to him.

The juggler looked at the scepter in the Metropolitan's hand, but quickly covered it up, not wanting Ansair to find out.

"God Word: Evil Detection! Holy Word: Loyalty Detection!"

Two large-scale divine arts were performed in succession. Even with the blessing of divine objects, the bishop felt that his body was empty and stopped to take a breath.

A dazzling light shone on the square, but unfortunately, this level of magic still did not work for Ansair and the Juggler.

However, there were indeed a few dark auras in the square that shone into the sky in the holy light.

The people around the black gas hurriedly avoided, which meant that there were bad people in the crowd, maybe the spies sent by Casilda~www.readwn.com~ The people wrapped in the black gas also knew that they had been exposed, and they pulled out one after another. The sharp blade was ready to break through, but before they could make a move, they saw a flower in front of them and lost their five senses.

In the sky, a long orange-red light rose into the sky, split into countless pieces in the air like falling comets, hitting every person shrouded in black gas with precision.

"Traitor, must die! Manopura Kingdom, must win!"

The sharpshooter DeWitt shot himself, shocking everyone in the square. After killing the rebel, he said gloomily.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.

Hearing the movement, Keliya woke up long ago. She looked at DeWitt on the terrace with admiration, her eyes twinkling.

Ansier said strangely: "It really is a magical world, and anyone who is blind can become a marksman."

He did not expect the legendary powerhouse of Manopura to be a man with a bandaged eye.