From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 635 Red Hair
The two of them were seated, and dinner was a feast of raw and pickled food.

There are low-level monster fish and shrimps raised on a large scale in Watergate City, and one of the Ten People's Guild stands behind the industry.

It was the first time for Priscilla to taste this type of food. She rarely calmed down and did not launch a map cannon attack. She occasionally raised her wine glass to touch someone. Since the other person was addicted to alcohol, she also developed the habit of occasionally drinking.

"Thank you, Mr. Black Knight, for your contribution in the crusade."

Wilhelm came over with a glass of wine to express his gratitude. His wife died of Moby Dick, and everyone involved was his benefactor.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Scheudemaier. I have always had bad feelings for you before. Now it seems to be just a mistake. Forgive me for not being able to drink alcohol. I can only drink tea instead."

As the grandson of the previous sword master, Reinhardt also came over. Drinking is not allowed during the guard knights' duty. Although there are no special rules in normal times, the sword master believes that the rules should penetrate into all aspects of life, and he is "preconceived" for himself. Apologize for impression.

"I accept this thank you." Jiang Yuan replied calmly, reaching out to clink glasses with the two of them. He did participate in the killing of the white whale, so there was nothing to shirk.

After thanking the grandfather and grandson, they went to Anna's side. During the crusade, Anna's camp secretly provided a lot of material help. However, the stench caused by the gathering of monsters disgusted the Iron Fang members, so they did not send any help.

"This is reconciliation."

"It doesn't matter. Instead of worrying about this, why not teach me some tips on cutting sashimi? You are a swordsman."

At eight o'clock in the evening, the evening broadcast in Watergate City rang on time. The beautiful and ethereal singing voice of the singer echoed over the city. With the help of the magic circle inscribed with the third-level magic, the Meteor Tower delivered the music to every corner.

Priscilla's face fell instantly and she stood up suddenly.

"It's just facts."

The protagonists are none other than the previous generations of Sword Master and Sword Demon.

"Grandpa is in a complicated mood today. I don't know why." Reinhardt replied in a low voice.

"Grandpa," Reinhardt said worriedly.

Priscilla blinked, showing her disbelief.

"My daughter is almost as old as you."

"What a poor excuse."

Wilhelm smiled and patted his grandson on the shoulder twice, his words full of inexplicable freedom.

"No, because love doesn't exist, and you drank too much." There were some black lines between Jiang Yuan's eyebrows, but he was somewhat accustomed to this. His extreme egoism was fueled by alcohol, and what he showed was nonsense. Nonsense.

What was playing inside was Sword Demon's Love Song.

"Oops, why do I think you are telling the truth? You are really married!!"

"Then what kind of guy is your wife?"

The beautiful love affair recorded by troubadours decades ago became widely known because both men and women were famous figures.

Sitting on the other side of the table, Priscilla tilted her head and listened to the music. She didn't have time to swallow the food, causing her pink cheeks to bulge slightly. She asked with interest:
"My dear, will our love affair be recorded?"

"Has Aiqing ever considered getting married?"

"He's a fool."

Felt ran to his first knight and asked quietly.

"It's the truth."

Jiang Yuan helped Priscilla, who was unsteady on her feet, leave the table and walk to the bedroom on the second floor. The last time she was drunk, she almost ran naked in front of him. This kind of drunkenness was difficult to understand for people who had never been drunk before.

"What do you think of this concubine?" "The tools are of high quality. You know, I rarely praise the quality of tools."

"I have been abandoned by my mother since I was a child. She is the body of the enchantress who brought disaster to the country during the Emperor of Thorns. You can also be understood as a reincarnation, which is not important anyway. Later, my father committed suicide in front of me and used his life to start the election of the emperor. I thought it was a cool way for a king to die, so if I have to die in the future, I should die cleanly. But in retrospect, it’s still a bit cruel. I was only twelve years old at that time, and now you also treat me like a king. Use yourself as a tool..."

"The logic is confusing. I will remember to knock you out in advance next time."

"There is no confusion at all, it's all the same, you all use me as a tool!"

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment and then said, "If I switch to a tool man, would you be more accepting of it?"

Priscilla didn't answer, her face was red and hot, and she asked energetically:

"Are you sure you have a wife?"

"Yes."

"Then I want to develop an underground love affair with you, so that I will no longer be a tool."

Jiang Yuan maintained a cold rationality and was not wavered in the slightest by Taiyang Ji's enthusiasm.

"You are just dependent. From being helpless to having a crucial right and left hand appear, it is understandable to be mistaken for love. I forgive your childish thinking."

"It was true before, but not now. And one day you will also rely on me."

Priscilla turned sideways and stood up on her tiptoes. Just as she was about to stretch her head out, she was hit in the forehead by a light punch of moderate force that didn't hurt her brain.

"If you are so arrogant, wait until you become a dragon."

Before he fell into coma, only these words echoed in his ears.

Jiang Yuan carried Priscilla back to the bedroom, who was like a dead dog, threw her onto the bed, and then took out the key to the zodiac.

There was a flash of light, and Albedo, the star spirit of the Libra constellation, appeared, equipped with repaired black armor and a long-handled heavy axe.

"You take care of her and don't let any accidents happen."

"Understand, the great end."

As a star spirit who signed the contract, Albedo already understood the majesty and vastness of her master's true appearance.

The transcendent is roughly equivalent to the level of the holy realm, and the hundred-level strongest is the uncrowned one who has reached the limit. As for the sword master, under the care of the world, it can basically be regarded as half of the legend. Due to the different rules at the bottom of the world, they steal The power that should have been born in the body of a living being was transformed into a world-class prop in the rule system.

At the same time, this also greatly reduces the difficulty of being promoted to a transcendent. The vast majority of the overall number in history are guys who cannot possess and give birth to powers and qualifications. This can be said to be counterproductive. Without powers to complement each other, the road to supreme power is undoubtedly a natural chasm, resulting in the original number Too little.

Jiang Yuan returned to the first floor and continued the interrupted dinner.

The relationship between Wilhelm and Reinhardt improved significantly. At this moment, a drunk man walked into the hall.

He has messy red hair.

"It really makes me laugh out loud that I can have such a lively conversation with my wife's murderer. And you, why are you pretending? Didn't you often ask me for drinks when you were a kid?"

The former Juggernaut's son once again tore apart the efforts of both sides.

Not far away, Anna sighed. The red-haired man was the swordsman she had recruited before. As a dragon witch, she certainly didn't want to see the Felt camp and the Crusch camp come together.

Duke Karsten, coupled with the Juggernaut's outstanding combat prowess, will only blindly make the competition more difficult for other participants. This is an unacceptable result.

(End of this chapter)