Sky Dragon Rider

As soon as the sky was bright, the convoy left Fenglan City early.

Markton sat in the four-wheeled cart behind the viscount's carriage, leaning against the wooden box and staring blankly. His mental state didn't seem to be very good. He had been so depressed and depressed since he had breakfast. With a pair of shallow panda eyes, it is obvious that he did not sleep well last night.

"Markton, what's wrong with you? Could it be that the Viscount blamed you? I told you, you must be careful when you do things, and you can't be the same as when you were on the street, but you, alas! Wait a minute, I will find Xi Butler Ke intercedes for you, and I hope that Lord Viscount will not be angry with you again."

Seeing his good friend like this, Timis thought that he had caused some trouble again, and couldn't help half persuading and half down, seeing the other party's unmoved appearance, he hated iron and said: "I have reminded you a long time ago. You, throw away those unrealistic thoughts, and recognize the reality, we are common people, we have been, we are now, and will not change in the future, our dead ghost fathers doomed their sons to never become nobles."

"Timis, Lord Viscount is not angry with me, and I have done nothing wrong!"

Markton held his head in a state of distraught, rubbing his hair for a while, and it turned into a chicken coop in the blink of an eye.

"You did nothing wrong?"

As if it was different from what he thought, Timis looked at the other party in surprise, and continued to ask tentatively: "Which girl did you fancy?!"

He suddenly yelled in a tone of sudden realization: "Markton, you fell in love, it must be like this. I have heard that men who are seduced by women are all as lost as you."

"Neither!"

Markton continued to shake his head, staring blankly ahead.

"What is there to be unhappy about? Tell me to make me happy!"

As long as they are not punished by the Viscount Boni Antren, the parents of the two of them, Timis will not think it is a big deal, but will joke with great interest.

"Timis! Let me be quiet, please?"

After being teased by this pistachio-like friend, Markton didn't mean to be untied at all, and still had a bitter face.

"Okay! It seems that you must have something. If you want to talk to someone, I'll be waiting for you!"

Seeing the appearance of this good friend, Timis put away his hippie smile, expressing his understanding of the other party's feelings, he did not speak again, but leaned on the other side of the trunk, and picked up a slender stick that fell in the corner. Putting the grass stem in his mouth, he began to hum a little song.

Although I don't know what troubled Markton to such an appearance, since he is unwilling to say anything now, he can only ask when he is in a better mood.

At the moment, Markton's mind is full of the scene that happened last night.

The old stonemason was not at all insane, he sat carelessly next to Viscount Bunny Antren, and the Viscount didn't seem to care at all, instead, he had known him before.

The simple and dull little stonemason seemed to be a different person, sitting there aggressively, like a sword that might be drawn out of its sheath at any time.

The son of Viscount Bunnington is not the little mason, but himself? !

No, no, Viscount Bunny Antren is not his father either, it's just a cover-up.

The real family member is a great figure of a certain powerful force, but Viscount Boni Antren has always refused to reveal it.

Although Markton didn't believe it at first, some of the information that Viscount Bunny Antren said in person confirmed the memory that he was about to forget. unique coat of arms.

How did the other party know it?When I sold them, I never reported my name, and the buyers were similarly vulgar ones.

It is because of the coat of arms that Markton has always believed that he is a nobleman, but no one believes it, and even provokes ridicule.

Those proud and snobbish nobles didn't even bother to look at the heraldry pattern they drew, and directly declared that he was just a mentally disturbed pariah, and he was kicked out of the town after being beaten up.

Repeatedly being brutally hit by the ruthless reality, his pride was gradually eroded. Just as Markton envied and envied the same young man who became a phoenix and became the heir to the distinguished viscount, he planned to be a commoner with peace of mind. At that time, fate played another big joke on him.

After confirming this fact, he didn't know whether he should cry three times or laugh three times.

Deliberately planting flowers and flowers will not bloom, but unintentionally planting willows and willows to make shade. I didn't expect that I was really a descendant of a certain big man, and even a big man like the Viscount was working for him.

The big man who should call each other Grandpa was separated from his grandmother who was pregnant with his father decades ago, but he never gave up looking for his grandmother and father.

Until two years ago, he fell into the sight of those people sent by his grandfather to secretly look for him, including his friend Themis becoming the viscount's entourage, which was a premeditated arrangement.

But Makton did not announce to everyone the excitement of his noble origin, but still buried it deeply in his heart.

The sorrow and the blessing of the blessings, the blessings of the blessings.

After knowing his identity, a huge murderous intent was like a mountain pressing on Markton's heart, and the enemy organization that caused the separation of his grandfather's wife and children still existed.

Such a troublesome diversion of sight was precisely to bring him to the city of light "Langaron Doli" in the Court of Light.

Fjord, who is pretending to be a little stonemason, is his stand-in, and will personally face all kinds of unimaginable dangers such as assassinations, assassinations, and frontal attacks.

In order to bring his grandson to his side safely, grandpa began to work hard very early on.

Along the way, he continued to hide his identity as the entourage of the Viscount Buniantren, and the little people would not be noticed, and it was relatively safer to add a substitute to attract attention.

"Mackton doesn't seem too happy!"

Putting on an aristocratic attire, Lin Mo was still looking rustic like dog meat. If he put on his clothes, he would act like an aristocrat, and that would be a big flaw.

He will occasionally call the Gemini sisters who are far away in Delan City, the capital of the Slan Empire. Although it is a real performance, there will inevitably be some flaws. With these two experts' one-on-one telephone guidance, the possibility of mistakes is greatly reduced. reduce.

This also made Lin Mo's performance far exceed Shenting's expectations, and he was simply a perfect substitute.

"Of course, on the one hand, I know that I have a prominent background, and on the other hand, I know that the god of the underworld will take my life away at any time. Faced with such great joy and sorrow, it is not bad to be able to do this."

The old stonemason also took advantage of Lin Mo, and put on clean and bright clothes. On the surface, he was the one who took in Ruofeizhuoer, but in fact he was Lin Mo's bodyguard.

Guangming Shenting only needs a substitute, and he doesn't quite believe in Lin Mo's self-protection ability, and he doesn't want this substitute to be killed casually, so he naturally finds Okoro, who lives in seclusion in the Anstruther Empire.

"Fizull, Okoro, there is bad news!"

Viscount Buniantren, who had been looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly closed the curtains and said in a low voice.

The only person who knows Lin Mo's real name here is the old stonemason Okeluo, and the secrecy work of the Guangming Shenting is very meticulous.

"What news, Bonnie Antlun!"

The other party's viscount is a genuine noble title, but Okoro called him by his first name in disapproval. He has this qualification.

"Yaga is dead! And three of his subordinates have their limbs cut off and their tongues pulled out. Our people hide their people. They are guys who eat water from both ends."

The tone of Viscount Bruniantren was very calm and calm, as if it was only a stranger who had nothing to do with him who died, not his own people who belonged to the secret network of the Court of Light.

Turning his gaze, he said to Lin Mo: "Fei Zhuoer, this is just a small method used by Shenting to convey information, I'm laughing at you!"

Of course he wouldn't say that it was just a means of communication using a small silver mirror to reflect and flash sunlight as a special signal.

The person delivering the message was at least five kilometers away from the convoy, but the refracted sunlight clearly and accurately captured Viscount Bunny Antren in the carriage.

"It seems that Bishop Marion's enemies have begun to react! Our journey may not be peaceful for long."

The old stonemason Okeluo was fiddling with the stonemason's hammer that he never left. No matter whether the other party came for Lin Mo, the substitute, it was not good news for them.

This hammer is actually a high-level alchemy weapon. It has a gravity brand, which can instantly increase its own weight by 1000 times. Especially when the hammer is lifted upwards, it can obtain a terrifying killing power of at least tens of thousands of catties.

"We have to hurry up. The security team soldiers brought by the miller have followed us. They will temporarily protect us for a while. That's all the news I got just now. Fiddler, you have to be more careful. If necessary , I will take Makton and leave first, and Okoro will naturally be in charge of your side."

Apparently, Viscount Burniantren had just received two pieces of news.

However, it is not an easy task to unravel the foggy net that Shenting secretly weaves one after another. The more meticulous and meticulous it is, the greater the amount of problem solving the other party will face.

"Thank you, Mr. Bunny Antren for the arrangement, I will have a good time with those guys."

Lin Mo calmly pinched the silver dragon egg in his sleeve.

Thankfully, he was lucky enough to get it, and he could carry a large amount of combat supplies with him, giving him a solid capital to fight a protracted war.

Aerial knights who can get continuous firepower supply are definitely a nightmare on the battlefield, whether in the sky or on the ground.

"Then it's settled, 'Executioner'!"

The old stonemason Okeluo betrayed his seclusion for many years with slightly trembling hands, but he still couldn't feel the excitement of calm water.

The sledgehammer of the "Light Judge" is already hungry and thirsty!

"'Executioner'?" Viscount Bunnington smiled lightly, but did not deny it. He shot back: "Okay, 'Holy Light Judge'!"

This is great, the background of the two of them has been exposed to a third party.

Lin Mo didn't say a word, and sent the code back to the military department, asking them to check the details of the other party-

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