Chapter 278 Amon
Li Cha went to hell again.

The environment of Hell Volcano is suitable for meditation and liver magic resolution.

Hell has a big demon leader who has a very good impression of him. Not only is his skin rough and thick, he can't be killed no matter how hard he fights, but he also has rich combat experience, so he can provide Li Cha with combat guidance.

The "chaotic ball flow" style of play is not a whim, unless it is a super genius, it can't be done by whimsy.

Compared with ordinary players, Li Cha has one more hook that is not necessarily 100% useful, and he is mostly an NPC, but the rest is no different.

If he is a prodigy, he should take the Qingbei exam, soaring all the way to the sky, the pinnacle of life.

Since the talent is insufficient, it can only be made up with the liver.

"Ton ton ton ton"!
The great demon leader shrank from the height of a villa to a normal human size.

The sparring program includes sparring. Before the sparring starts, Damore will suppress his own strength to below level 50, otherwise the training will not be effective.

Li Cha stepped on the hexagonal star, holding a magic wand and a book of spells——"Flame Storm!"

A small mushroom cloud rose instantly where Da Moore was standing!

"Damn it, magicians don't fight like this!"

"I don't care how other magicians beat me, I just care about myself."

Marquis Andre's Mansion in the Holy City of Gold.

The maid Fanny quietly opened the door and asked, "Miss, are you still there?"

"Get in!"

From the extremely angry Shirley with four books on her shoulders.

The agreed three books, one on the head, one on the back of the left hand and one on the back of the right hand.

But because Shirley complained a bit too much, she added another book between her knees.

This pose is so shameful
Shirley would love to throw these bastard books out the window! .
It's a pity that no matter how she ordered her body, the latter still refused to obey her orders and insisted on standing here upright.

It must be some kind of "evil" magic that Li Cha cast on her.

That's right, Li Cha is a magician, so he must have made a move.

He is so hateful, when Shirley becomes strong, she must return all of these to him, double the return!

The maid Fanny walked over carefully, first apologized desperately, and then said that a certain young master was too scary, and she had to hand over the key because she was afraid that she would be killed.

"Miss Shirley, I see you have worked so hard, can I do this for you?"

As she spoke, Fanny reached for the book on the back of Shirley's hand.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Xue Li said: "Li Cha is very insidious, as long as he touches these four books, he will know you when you come back. Let me deal with that guy."

Then deal with it like this?

Fanny continued to help Miss Shirley with ideas, "Shall I report to the Marquis?"

"Don't!"

Shirley said arrogantly: "I don't want my mother to see me in a mess, Stepani will be back soon; Li Cha is fierce to me, it's because I can't beat him, and my sister can beat him, when the time comes I let him go shopping with ten books every day!"

"Crack"~
One of the spellbooks fell to the floor.

When Shirley got excited, the whole army was wiped out.

"Quick, quick, help me pick it up and wipe it clean!"

"Yes, miss."

Five minutes later, the maid Fanny left the room with a sigh.

"It seems that Miss is more afraid of Master Li Cha than I am."

"In this case, it's useless for Miss Stepani to come back. She can't stay with Miss Shirley for the rest of her life, and Master Li Cha is Miss Shirley's fiancé."

"Well, since Master Li Cha came home, Miss seems to be a different person."

"However, Miss's personality is more cheerful than before, thanks to Master Li Cha."

Things between men and women are always cut and messed up. Think about it, this is the housework of young masters and ladies, and she just obeys the arrangement as a maid.

I just don't know when Master Li Cha will be recognized by the other Andres.

Before that, he and Miss Shirley could not get married.

In the Golden Holy City, the Andre family is not the only family that lives in a more special way.

For example: Amon family.

They are not even as powerful as Andre, with no real power and no territory, but the patriarch is a real duke.

Speaking of Duke Amon, we have to talk about the Firewood Kingdom before the founding of the Human Empire.

They stood up with fire, became strong because of the inheritance of firewood, and ended up with a big devil from hell. On the day hell came, the kingdom of firewood was shattered.

The Amon family is the descendant of the Fire King family.

Of course, after so many years of reproduction, the blood of the fire in their bodies has long been thinned out.

The inheritance of the Amon family is: fire.

Due to the withering of talents, it will take several generations for a person who is qualified to accept the inheritance to be born.

St. Rudolf Amon is the seventh generation of the torch inheritor. He is a saint with a level of over 200 and his strength is boundless. It is said that this Lord St. Rudolf once fought against the legend.

If St. Rudolph were just a person, or a family, he would never be as unknown as he is now.

Behind him is a family that does not match the title of "Duke" at all.

There may be external factors in this. In the history of the empire, the Amon family has never been strong.

A lonely hut.

It's snowing outside.

The decoration inside the door is very simple.

A haggard old man who looked like an Orion was sitting by the fire, flipping through an old picture album.

The old man's movements were very slow, and he seemed to be asleep. The young wife put on a coat for him. Not far away, a boy was playing with building blocks.

The old man patted the back of his wife's hand, and called out the boy with the other hand, "Ajie, come here, can father tell you a story?"

As soon as he heard the story, the boy named Ajie immediately threw away the wood in his hand, climbed onto the old man's lap, and then tilted his head and asked, "Father, what story are we telling today?"

The old man said, "A story about fire."

"Look at the fire in the stove, it's warm and it gives us light against the darkness, but it's also dangerous."

The old man put his hand into the fire, and immediately retracted the moment he touched the flame, "It's very hot."

The boy Ajie tried it like his father, and the fingertips of the index finger and middle finger were burned.

He wanted to cry a little.

The old man told him, "Don't cry."

"We are the descendants of the Fire King, and we are the strongest Amon family on the continent. We don't believe in tears, and tears can't buy us anything. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, the boy Ajie nodded, and then asked again.

"Father, I have another question I want to ask you."

"Welcome to ask for advice."

"Why are you always getting old, but my mother and I are always like this?"

The old man was taken aback.

Then his wife disappeared.

His son disappeared.

The cabin disappeared, and the ice and snow disappeared.

All that remains is a dark basement with a fire that never seems to go out.

Waiting at the basement door for an unknown amount of time, the black-haired, black-eyed young man took a step forward and said, "Great-grandfather, today I seem to have seen the descendants of the person who made a bet with you..."

(End of this chapter)

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