The villain just wants to go offline

When the rolling carriage entered the city gate of Kresse, the guard did not stop it, nor did it charge any fees such as entry fees.

Our lord still looks down upon these three melons and two dates.

Instead, the plainclothes knight stopped at the door and showed the Bond armband under his wrist.

It only took a moment for the carriage to drive into the city gate. The guard from before left with it and hurriedly drove towards the inner city.

It didn't take long.

While the carriage was still trudging through the crowded streets of Kresse, the noisy sounds of the scattered crowds made Miles poke his head out of the carriage to watch.

It was faster and with more fanfare than Miles expected.

Two rows of knights wearing heavy armor came running.

The heavy armor made a clattering sound as it rubbed against each other.

The heavy footsteps extended to the carriage of Miles and his entourage. The heavily armored knights drove the pedestrians along the street, blocking them out and freeing up a wide avenue on the Central Street for the carriage to pass without obstacles.

The heavy-armored knight is mainly to clear the area, and secondly, to protect Miles' personal safety.

But before the carriage could continue driving, it was forced to a halt by an oncoming war horse.

"yu~~!"

The black war horse raised its hooves and was pulled to a stop in front of the carriage.

tread.

A burly figure turned over and dismounted and fell heavily to the ground, raising smoke and dust, followed by loud laughter: "Hahahahahaha, Miles!"

When he heard someone calling his name, Miles raised his eyebrows, made a guess, and stepped out of the carriage.

brush!

What came into view was the black shadow that covered his head. His height of 1.7 meters was as tall as a child in front of the gray-haired but still strong old man in front of him.

The surging muscles under the old man's short-sleeved undershirt had blue veins popping out, and the wet sweat was still dripping down. There was no doubt that the beating biceps could crush someone's head.

It looked like he had just finished working out and hadn't had time to change clothes.

An old man and a young man stood on the street, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes. Miles hated to look up, so he rubbed his sore neck, frowning and looking up and down at the old man opposite him with his ruby-like eyes.

The strong old man with surging muscles also lowered his head and looked at the boy he saw for the first time.

In Miles' eyes.

The old man's gray hair was interspersed with a few black hairs. His face was not aged due to years of exercise. The bulging muscles all over his body were covered with countless scars. The old man's brows reminded Miles of him. The same tough-guy father, Dex, can't be said to be very similar to each other. It can only be said that they are simply carved from the same mold.

From the old man's perspective.

The boy had unpleasant golden hair, which was the same color as the Magvolian royal family. He instinctively disliked it, but his eyes, which were red and as bright as blood, reminded him of an old friend. The boy's gentleness His angular face overlapped with that of his son and daughter-in-law.

The two of them were silent, but they already had the answer in their hearts.

Miles: "Isn't this a good grandfather who gives beautiful girls to his grandson?"

Wallace: "Isn't this my great grandson!"

Suddenly, a large-scale family recognition scene was staged on the street. They were all relatives. Although it was the first time they met in sixteen years, the grandfather and grandson still screamed without being unfamiliar at all.

"Miles, you've grown so big, haha!"

The old man was naturally the old head of the Bond family, Lord Cresse, Wallace Bond. He laughed and patted his grandson on the shoulder. If he hadn't been impatient to see his grandson, he wouldn't have run out without changing his clothes. He was satisfied. He nodded: "You are worthy of being a descendant of my Bond family. Even though you look like a pretty boy, your energy and blood are strong. I just feel that your energy is lacking and you are a little weak. This body needs to be replenished!"

"Forehead!"

Miles, who originally wanted to act like a grandson and grandson, was immediately embarrassed. The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, thinking: "What a pretty boy, what a vain thing. He is worthy of being a member of the Bond family. This old man can really talk about anything." Talk outside."

Looking at the people on the street again, this old man's voice is as loud as a broken gong. You are afraid that others will not know that your grandson is weak, right?

If he couldn't defeat him, he would have to knock this old guy to death.

Miles also said that Wallace had the style of the Bond family. What he didn't realize was that he also inherited the Bond family's style, but he just didn't know it.

Miles tried his best to maintain the elegant demeanor of a villainous young man, not to be as sophisticated as this old guy.

"Why don't we talk somewhere else!"

Wallace and Miles chatted for a long time, and Miles had to remind him. Wallace slapped his forehead and realized that this was still on the street, not a place to talk.

Before getting on the carriage, Miles asked curiously: "Grandpa, do you like fried chicken?"

"Fried chicken, chicken? Haha, chicken is a good source of protein!"

Wallace first thought about it, then realized what it meant. After replying to Miles, he then got on his horse. The strong horse was weighed down and hissed repeatedly.

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Fried chicken has become very popular in Kresse recently. I don't know who invented it. I heard that it was a suggestion given by that old lady to Helena?"

"fine!"

Miles thought of something interesting and said with Wallace's signature smile, "I just want to know, grandpa, if you will transform into a Splatoon after eating fried chicken. It's okay, haha!"

After saying that, Wallace was greeted with a ghostly expression.

The words fell.

Miles was afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, he would be unable to hold back his uncontrollable smile and lose his elegant image as a villainous young master, so he hurriedly got into the carriage and hid.

At the same time, in the "touching" scene where the grandfather and grandson recognized each other, there were the voices of people who were intercepted by the heavily armored knight talking privately.

After all, the personal appearance of a lord who is like a local emperor in Creese City is definitely a big event and has become the talk of many people.

At the same time, after Mounting his horse, Wallace's eyes swept over certain corners of the crowd, which acted as an excellent deterrent.

There are many people in the Magvolian Empire who want the Bond family to be the last.

No matter what their intentions were, the killers and assassins hiding in Cresery retreated and disappeared into the streets after seeing Wallace appear.

If the Bond family only had the richest man in the empire as its backer, then driven by profit, the Bond family would have been divided up long ago, and nothing would be left.

It is Wallace, a war madman who is active in the war between humans and demons, whose absolute power is the foundation for the Bond family to stand firm.

Wallace Bond himself is the greatest deterrent weapon.

"how come……"

Claire, who was wearing a hood in the crowd, just made eye contact with Wallace, and couldn't help but stiffen and instinctively retreat, wanting to escape. This was her own instinctive reaction to the danger, and she murmured in disbelief. Said: "...So strong, capable of death, and will be killed if you meet him. He is not a being of the same magnitude at all!"

Claire, who deeply felt the gap, had serious doubts about her own strength, and suddenly understood the difficulty of His Majesty the King.

Claire couldn't help but think: "This old monster left over from the last century is really too dangerous."

"It would be a disaster if a war started!"