Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 1352 Occupation
The man hadn't walked out of the shadow of the stairs at all, but the man in the white suit frowned for some reason.

at the same time.

"Old guy!! I said, I will definitely find you!"

Not far away, Miss Soul Witch landed in front of the gate of the castle within a few jumps... On her high heels, a pair of small emerald green wing-shaped air masses disappeared the moment they landed.

"Do you think you can escape!" After landing, the spiritual witch rushed to the man in white suit Farrell without saying a word, grabbed his collar with both hands, and said angrily: "The ungrateful guy !"

Farrell's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Miss Witch, whose anger was extinguished immediately, felt a thump in her heart... she gave up grabbing Farrell's collar, and then looked around - the old castle in front of her.

"This place... seems to have been seen in some magazine?" Miss Witch did not say this to change the subject, but really felt as if she had seen this place somewhere.

After she entered the [Inhuman Realm] through [Coordinates], she followed Farrell's trail all the way, and she didn't have time to judge her specific location in the future, but she probably knew that she was in a chaotic area.

"Wait...it seems to be here?"

The doubts in her heart were quickly resolved, and the lady witch apparently found information that matched this place from her memory—especially after seeing a huge oil painting directly in front of the castle hall.

She couldn't help swallowing quietly, and subconsciously looked at Farrell beside her. Farrell was staring at the figure that stopped on the stairs at this moment, and said indifferently: "As you think, this is Roland Prince's castle."

"Duke Roland!" Miss Witch took a deep breath, "The last sword master in France?"

The witch, Miss Gillian, suddenly looked at the figure hidden in the shadow of the stairs, her face changed slightly—information about this Lord Roland flashed through her mind.

The last Juggernaut of France, the legendary hero of the battle a hundred years ago, the owner of the holy sword [Joyeuse]... and the dark dragon knight, the legendary descendants of the [Carolingian Dynasty] royal family, [Inhuman Domain] The honorary president of the Swordsmanship Association... and some amazing achievements.

In the end, Duke Roland, the sword sage, in terms of fame, in [Inhuman Realm] is several blocks away from Farrell, the worst knight in history. He is a legendary hero that the spiritual witch has heard since childhood.

At this moment, even the lady witch who liberated Farrell from the prison of the knight organization, even if she was as bold as this one, would inevitably become nervous.

"You are not Roland... who are you?"

But Farrell frowned directly at this time...or his gaze became stern.

Finally, the figure on the stairs came down again, and the figure gradually emerged from the shadows.

"You...you, came to find my grandpa?"

His voice was a little timid, and his hands were holding a pillow of a manga man of equal height... It seemed that he was the type who was not good at communicating with people.

In fact, this is indeed the type who doesn't seem to be very good at communicating with people - Miss Witch couldn't help opening her mouth slightly.

Because the guy in front of me... must weigh at least 250 pounds, right?

And it's still... female.

What a cruel thing this is—Miss Witch quickly expressed her sympathy, because this woman claimed to be the granddaughter of Lord Roland, and she was naturally a [princess]-level figure that she could not afford to offend.

"Are you Roland's granddaughter?"

Farrell looked at the other party in a strange way—the stare in his eyes immediately made the girl with an extraordinary figure bow her head.

"Where's Roland?" Farrell asked suddenly.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut revealed a trace of sadness when she heard the words, "My grandfather passed away years ago... You guys, do you have anything to ask him for?"

"Wait! Duke Roland is dead?" Miss Witch couldn't help being stunned, and said in disbelief, "What is this? Why have I never heard of such a big thing?"

Farrell was silent, not knowing what to think.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut said timidly: "Because there is no publicity... The funeral was simply completed under the auspices of the master of the Huiyao Tower and Mr. Kuroloa..."

"Where is his grave?" Farrell took a deep breath at this time: "Take me to have a look... I once fought with him."

"You are..." the granddaughter of the Juggernaut opened her mouth in surprise.

"Barely regarded as former comrades-in-arms."

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut couldn't help showing a puzzled look, but she seemed to be the type who was more likely to trust others, or she had other thoughts in her mind, so she said: "Mr.... If you want to hang a sacrifice, it may be a little... …trouble."

Farrell couldn't help looking puzzled.

"You guys... come with me first." The girl with an unusual figure said with a sigh.

……

Duke Roland's tomb is in a courtyard behind the castle. Because there have been ghosts taking care of it for a long time, the roses here are not only in full bloom, but also quite neat.

In this case alone, it seems that the courtyard is a quiet place - but this is under the premise of ignoring a huge statue in the courtyard.

"Dragon?" Miss Witch looked up at the huge voice nearly 20 meters high, and couldn't help exclaiming... Although it was just a statue, it exuded a terrifying aura all the time.

Farrell looked up at this time too.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut looked at the two of them carefully and said: "This is my grandfather's most cherished partner. After my grandfather was buried here, it will automatically petrify and become a statue, guarding here...any stranger who wants to get close Everyone will be attacked by it."

"No wonder you led us to this place so easily." Miss Witch looked at the granddaughter of the Juggernaut and said something indifferent.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut didn't speak at this time, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Farrell was walking directly towards the tomb at this time - but just as he stepped into the range of the courtyard, the ground of the courtyard trembled slightly.

The eyes of the ancient giant dragon statue suddenly opened, and a pair of huge vivid eyeballs looked down like this.

The giant dragon... [Inhuman Realm] is just a legendary life, and it is very difficult to meet in normal times.Even the golden dragon, who is guarded by the Association of Magicians and is well-known because of his constant search for objects, is protected in every possible way by the biology department of the Association of Magicians, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see him.

The moment the statue's eyes opened, countless cracks appeared on the statue's body—then it shattered, and a strong wind blew out in all directions, accompanied by the roar of the sky.

What appeared in front of everyone was a pitch-black giant dragon with teeth and claws, wings spread, full of power, and shiny black scales!
"Old guy! Be careful!" Miss Witch blurted out.

Under the watchful eyes of this pitch-black dragon, Farrell walked directly to Duke Roland's grave. Leel opened his bloody mouth, and let out the roar of the black dragon again.

The worst knight in history suddenly punched the black dragon on the forehead—after this punch, what he heard was a loud noise that could shake the surroundings... even louder than the dragon's roar!
The ground outside the courtyard suddenly cracked, but the courtyard was not damaged at all... On the contrary, after receiving a punch, the black dragon directly fell to the ground, staring at the stars.

"Alduin...I just came to see Roland, not to fight."

Farrell stared into the black dragon's eyes expressionlessly, "But if you don't wake up, I don't mind beating you up so you remember who I am."

——You've already been beaten, hey...you can only say it after you've been beaten! !

Miss Witch was behind, and she couldn't help cursing in her heart... When she turned to look at the granddaughter of the Juggernaut next to her, she found that the granddaughter of the Juggernaut also had her mouth wide open, looking like a ghost.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut turned around with a stiff neck and looked at Miss Witch, "He... who is he?"

Miss Witch cleared her throat, and then said in a serious manner: "[Mordred]... the knight who fought a hundred years ago, do you know?"

"[Mordred]... is it him?" The granddaughter of the Juggernaut stared wide-eyed, "Is he the lunatic that grandpa mentioned?!"

"Shh-!"

Miss Witch strode forward suddenly, and hastily reached out her hand to cover the fat girl's mouth, then carefully stared at Farrell in front of the grave, seeing that he didn't seem to respond, she seemed to be relieved just now.

At this time, the black dragon lying on the ground and sticking out its tongue... Alduin, his body shimmered, and then his body shrunk little by little, and finally turned into a black-haired young man with a cross-shaped mark on his cheek. The wound was right at the bridge of the nose.

At this moment, the young man was rubbing his head, showing pain... and a look of seeing a ghost.

"Do you remember it."

Farrell casually glanced at the black dragon in human form.

The black dragon Alduin in front of him stood up, with a look of vigilance on his face, "You madman... are you still alive? Aren't you arrested and locked up?"

Farrell didn't explain the matter, and asked directly, "How did Roland die?"

"When the life span is up, you will die naturally." The black dragon shook his head, "Human beings are so fragile."

"With Roland's bodily functions, it's not impossible to die of old age naturally, but it will take at least one or two hundred years." Farrell snorted coldly: "I didn't die, so naturally he won't die either!"

"He died of illness!" The black dragon Alduin said another reason impatiently.

Farrell raised his brows, and a violent and crazy air swept across the entire courtyard... The face of the black dragon youth in front of him couldn't help but change slightly, but he didn't seem to intend to express his willingness, he just gritted his teeth, showing a gesture of reluctance.

God knows why its legs are trembling slightly at this moment.

It's just that Farrell didn't make a move, just maintained this terrifying momentum and remained motionless——Suddenly, Farrell's figure flashed, but he didn't attack the black dragon, but the one next to Miss Witch. The granddaughter of the Juggernaut.

It was also a punch.

This punch can directly hit the black dragon on the ground, but now it hits a Jiaodi... Well, a girl, the end seems to be imaginable.

"Old guy, you're crazy again!"

At this time, the granddaughter of the Juggernaut seemed to be completely stunned when she saw the fist approaching in front of her, and she was so frightened that she remained motionless... The fist finally stopped in front of the granddaughter of the Juggernaut.

About two inches away.

Farrell didn't retract his arm, but just stared at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you finished learning Roland's sword master skills?"

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut seems to have come to her senses at this time, "Ah? What are you talking about... Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

I saw a long sword pointing straight from bottom to top, and the point of the sword was pointed at Farrell's throat...by an inch.

The granddaughter of the Juggernaut didn't seem to know anything about it. She panicked and threw down the long sword in her hand, but she still tightly hugged the pillow of equal height in her hand and kept apologizing.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!!"

The black dragon Alduin suddenly laughed while holding his belly, pointing at Farrell and mockingly said: "Have you eaten up? Old madman!! Leia's swordsmanship, even when Luo was still alive, would have been eaten up! It deserves it! !"

But Farrell didn't look angry at all, and directly grabbed the wrist of the granddaughter of the Juggernaut Leia with his backhand, and said seriously: "Very good! You are much better than the group of useless guys in the Knight Agency , barely qualified! I want you! Come with me!"

"Ah? Go...to where?" The granddaughter of the Juggernaut suddenly panicked, "Well...give me some time...to prepare...it's so fast..."

--what's the situation?
Miss Witch was obviously a little bit unresponsive.

At this time, Farrell directly grabbed Leia's wrist, and after a dodge, he appeared beside the black dragon, and his palm directly pinched the back of Leia's neck.

After hearing the black dragon howl in pain, its body suddenly became huge... and the black dragon's body was restored directly.

Farrell, who stood directly on the black dragon's neck, still pressed his palm against the back of the black dragon's neck, "Go! Go to the Magicians Association, I'm going to see Hui Yao!"

"Old lunatic! Why are you riding on me!!" The black dragon was unwilling to agree, twisting its body frantically in the air.

"Disobedient? Then I will make the Black Dragon Clan extinct!"

It stopped... The black dragon stopped all of a sudden, only to hear it say viciously: "Listen, I just don't want you to get Leia! This is a strategic compromise! Don't be complacent!!"

It roared unwillingly, spread its wings, and was about to fly away from the castle.

"Old guy, you want to run away again?!"

Seeing this, Miss Witch stomped her feet, and the emerald green wings on the high heels spread out again, then quickly jumped onto the back of the black dragon, and said with a sweet smile, "Excuse me."

"...Another one?!"

……

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[Toreado] Clan.

In front of the cliff, the master of the Huiyao Tower, the real dragon of Shenzhou, and the little butterfly demon holding the golden apple are looking at the ruins of the castle surrounded by the cliff in the distance.

The vampires, like bees, are busy moving the rubble that is no longer usable.

"Looking at the situation, it should be that Fafnir has made a big fuss here." Pagoda Master Huiyao sighed lightly at this moment, and naturally looked at the real dragon of Shenzhou.

"Well, this guy's energy is quite strong." Shenzhou Zhenlong nodded, "The effect of this medicine is really good, I'll make some for you later! It's a gift in return!"

Hearing this, Xiaodie Yao, who was holding an apple, couldn't help but blush...do some more? ?

Do you want to do that kind of comfortable thing again...

(End of this chapter)