The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

The City Lord's Mansion has been used by Devi Trait as his temporary base.

At this moment, Ansier was sitting on a reclining chair in the council room of the City Lord's Mansion, leisurely eating the grapes Sandro fed him.

The crystal clear grapes were stripped of their sour husks, leaving only the sweet and plump flesh, which burrowed into Ansel's mouth from the tender and slender hands.

Sandro also rubbed Ansier's lips with a small hand quite deliberately.

"My lord, is it delicious?"

Sandro's two beautiful big eyes sparkled and asked.

"Okay."

Ansair replied indifferently.

Everyone else in the hall looked sideways, showing envy and awe.

The members who can be invited by DeWitt to discuss matters all have gold-level cultivation.

But they looked at Ansair so relaxed and comfortable, as if he didn't take the war seriously, but they didn't dare to be angry or say anything.

Killing gold-level powerhouses like slaughtering dogs, and being able to confront legendary powerhouses head-on, Ansi Er's strength has far exceeded this group of people's understanding of gold-level strength.

"Hey! Your kid is just lucky to defeat a legendary assassin who was seriously injured by Lord DeWitt, what's your arrogance!"

The gold-level powerhouse sitting at the discussion table had not spoken yet, but a nobleman's son made a rude remark.

A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he still can't understand how terrifying Ansel's record is.

Moreover, he was used to being arrogant in his family's territory, and even some of the best in the gold class had to give face to his family.

It's just that the one he met was Ansi Er, who was a giant dragon, and he would never miss any opportunity to kill humans without any psychological burden.

Ansair took the grapes that Sandro handed over, flicked it with a flick, and the purple-black aura instantly penetrated it along with the long sword drawn by the young noble.

"Father... save me."

The young noble vomited blood, and before he died immediately, he grabbed the legs of his father's chair in front of him and said dying.

But he didn't expect that the omnipotent father in his eyes was sweating profusely with fright, his lips were white, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to say a word in front of Ansel.

"Father?"

The young noble fell to the ground unwillingly and died completely.

It is a pity that he has been firmly protected behind the battlefield by his family, but at this moment he died at the hands of Ansi Er.

The father of the young nobleman wiped the sweat from his forehead. Ansier shot too fast just now. He didn't realize that his son was dying. If such a blow fell on him, he would only die.

Ansel's strength is too terrifying!

The middle-aged nobleman struggled to calm down the corners of his mouth that were trembling with fear, and said to Ans El: "Your Excellency is extraordinary, I doted on my children too much and disobeyed you, I'm really sorry."

Seeing the middle-aged aristocrat apologize in a low voice, Ans El was no longer interested in playing with the ordinary in his hand.

He glanced around the discussion table, and everyone who was touched by his gaze lowered their heads and dared not look directly at him, for fear that the next one to be killed would be themselves.

Seeing their appearance, Ansair knew that he couldn't get any treasure from them.

But fortunately this time, he has made great achievements as soon as he shoots, and he can exchange for a lot of gold coins.

Thinking of this, Ansier couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he saw that the backs of others were chilled.

The lion sitting at the ceremonial table had already made up his mind that no matter who blocked the adventure group tonight, he would press the stinky woman to atone for Ansel.

DeWitt reprocessed the injury on his arm before walking out from the back of the hall.

Smelling the smell of blood, he couldn't help frowning, but he just ordered the guards to dispose of the young noble's body.

You don't have to think about it to know that the only person who has absolute strength to kill someone at the scene is Ansi Er, who he can't see through at all.

For ordinary people, even if it is a gold-level powerhouse, to kill people in the chamber, DeWitt has reason to personally take action to correct the military law.

But it was Ansair who took the shot. With the strength he has shown so far, DeWitt has no confidence that he can take him down when his arm is poisoned and seriously injured.

DeWitt sat in the coach's seat, facing Anse Erdau.

"Although Casilda's army is temporarily withdrawn, the legendary powerhouses in their country will not return to the battlefield for a short time, but we must not take it lightly..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop," Ansi Er didn't wait for Dewitt to give a long speech, and interrupted him directly: "I didn't come to listen to your nonsense, I just wanted to ask me to fight off a legendary assassin. How much military merit can I count?"

Now that Ansier's combat power is already the first in Manopura, DeWitt asked him to help him to contain King Casilda, which has been completely grasped by Ansier.

Therefore, although DeWitt was annoyed that a little gold-level warrior villain, Dezhi, interrupted him, he couldn't show it, he could only grit his teeth and ask, "How much military merit do you want?"

"Killing a legendary powerhouse gives 100,000 military merits. I didn't kill him completely this time, but I'm not greedy. There are always 90,000 military merits, right?"

Ansel replied.

Ninety thousand military merit is ninety thousand gold coins, which is a huge sum of money.

The last time DeWitt bought a potion, he spent 50,000 gold coins. Manopa was only a small country, and DeWitt didn’t have so many gold coins on his body, but for military merit, it could be counted back to the capital.

After thinking about it carefully, DeWitt reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Just agree, Sandro, let's go!"

Seeing that the military exploits were in hand, Ansi Er jumped up from the chair without the slightest sloppiness.

He felt strange to be always looked at by these stinky and old old men with the pitiful eyes of a little daughter-in-law looking at her in-laws.

Sandro also immediately followed happily.

Of course, being able to stay with Ansier is better than a group of men looking at Ansier pitifully.

"you!"

Seeing Ansel leaving, DeWitt couldn't hold back, and slammed his fist on the marble table. Even if he didn't use his grudge, the marble surface was still full of cracks.

The others at the ceremonial table involuntarily took a step back, afraid that DeWitt would take his anger on them.

But DeWitt was of the same family as them after all, and he was also the commander of Manopura. He quickly regained his sanity and began to give orders to the various gold-level powerhouses, asking them to lead their subordinates on strict alert, waiting for the next attack of the Casilda army. attack.

......

"What about Ervik and the others?"

Ansair asked Sandro next to him that when he came back from the battlefield, the three little dogs were not by Sandro's side, but Sandro swore that they were all fine.

As soon as he left the council room, he asked about the news of the three Elviks. Sandro felt a little unhappy, but he answered honestly: "Elvik saw on the battlefield what he met in the capital before. friends, so all three of them followed."

Valley Lizard

Ervik told them about this, and Ans Aier knew that Ervik's friend was a student of the Knights Academy.

This war is about the survival of the entire country of Manopura, and the demise of Colchester is still in sight. The king has sent all the fighting forces that the country can call to the front line, even if the students of these academies are still very young.

Ansel heard his dissatisfaction with the three little ones from Sandro's tone, so he asked with a half-smile, "Are you jealous that I care about them?"

Being pricked, Sandro held his two little hands together, lowered his head like a child who had done something bad, and replied weakly, "Nothing, Lord Lord, I will fully support everything I do, just in my heart. Somewhat unhappy."

"Just say if you're not happy, and I won't blame you." Ansier smiled and touched his long golden hair, which was soft and shiny, like real gold.

Sandro's attitude towards the three little ones reminded him of his attitude towards Genn on Dragon Island, even though that was ten years ago.

Thinking of this, Ansier misses his little sister a little bit. He hasn't seen her for so many years, and she doesn't know if she is doing well in the magic capital.

"The three of them are all human beings. Humans are short-lived and weak creatures. It is almost impossible to achieve a legend with their talents. Only you can accompany me in a hundred years."

Ans El told Sandro that the three Elviks were just short-lived passers-by on his journey, and the only real companion was Sandro, a powerful and loyal demigod lich.

"My lord!"

Sandro's big watery eyes sparkled, and he looked at Ansier with a moved face.

"When this ticket is finished, let's part with Ervik and the others, and then go to the magic capital to meet my sister."

Ansier said that humans do not leave the continent anyway, and treasures can be found at any time.

"Okay!"

Sandro nodded obediently with a smile on his face.

After sending Sandro, Ans El used the soul mark to communicate with Elvik again, barely determining their location.

Ansi Er and Sandro came to the residence of the Knights Academy, which was already full of grief.

Although these students all have black iron and bronze-level cultivation, and even with their talents, some of them can become silver by chance.

But all this is based on the premise that they will not experience a brutal war and can survive.

Despite DeWitt's intention to place them in the rear of the army, the cadets suffered heavy casualties.

They are only fifteen, sixteen or seven years old. They usually practice against each other at most in school, or organize to kill some beasts, but they have never fought on the real battlefield.

The battlefield is undoubtedly a hundred times more cruel than the life of the academy.

The students of the Knights Academy all hold a shield in the left and a sword in the right.

Most of the people who fell to the ground and groaned in pain were slashed or even cut off on their left hand, and they would never be able to graduate from the Knights Academy as a qualified knight.

These severely injured practitioners lay on the ground in despair. Not only did they lose their dreams, but even their lives were at stake.

Ansel's "Star Infusion" can certainly restore them, but he is not a big philanthropist, so why help these hostile races.

When using "Star Infusion" to heal Ervik and Kara before, Anse Er also reminded them not to talk about his magical powers, especially Ervik.

Fortunately, although Ervik talked a lot, he finally listened to what Ansair said.

The three little ones were surrounded by full body armor, revealing only a tender white cheek and a little knight with golden and yellow hair.

Seeing Ans El approaching, Elvik opened his mouth, but finally stopped, just asking through the soul imprint.

"Brother Ansel, can you help me save my friend?"

Ansier didn't speak, just silently approached the little knight, his breath of life was already quite weak.

Approaching, Ans El found that there was a deep crack on the little knight's breastplate, which had been cut and pierced into his chest cavity.

With such strength, the little knight was at least attacked by a silver-level warrior, and this little knight was only a mere black iron level, and it was not long before he entered the knight academy for further studies.

Ansier hesitated for a moment. He had no interest in treating these boring people. If he hadn't seen Keliya like his little sister, he would not have helped the three little ones.

"Give me a bottle of medicine."

Ansier still reached out and asked Sandro for a bottle of potion. Anyway, it was a gesture of effort. Looking at Kylia's pitiful eyes for help, he was still soft-hearted.

Sandro was in a good mood after hearing what Ansier said before, so he no longer held hostility to the three little ones, and took out a bottle of medicine for treating trauma from the storage ring and gave it to Ansier.

The potion flowed into the wound of the little knight through the broken armor, and the tissue of the wound quickly regrowed and joined together.

The little knight's painful face also eased slightly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty.

"Ervik? Is that you?"

The little knight looked at the three little ones with a smile on his pale face.

"Phil, you finally woke up!"

Elvik hugged the little knight excitedly, the little knight was pressed against the wound on his chest, his eyes and eyebrows were twisted together in pain.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so excited."

Ervik let go of his hand and touched his head.

"fine."

Phil smiled and endured the pain and opened his eyes.

Kylia looked at Phil's handsome face with a sunny smile, and her cute little face was slightly red.

Ansier's heart jumped when he saw this, and he suddenly remembered, what if his sister fell in love with the human beings in the magic capital?

I feel like it's not even as good as liking Jean~www.readwn.com~ After all, humans are the enemies of dragons, and Ansel has a hunch that the two will eventually fight in the future.

......

"Humph! Why did Manopa recruit such a strong adventurer? It's not like the strength that a gold rank should have!"

King Casilda angered the nobles in front of him in the tent.

Now the legendary assassin Harun cannot play, and the Casilda Kingdom has only one legendary fighting force, and the advantage is greatly reduced.

"Your Majesty, I suspect that it is not a human at all, but a dragon using Transfiguration."

Someone among the nobles suggested.

"We can write a letter to the church, whether he is a dragon or not, he will be taken into the church for trial. Now that DeWitt is seriously injured, and without legendary combat power, Manopura can't resist our army at all."

King Casilda thought about its feasibility and finally agreed to the proposal, and immediately sent a letter to the nearest church.