The villain just wants to go offline

Miles followed Wallace all the way to the lord's mansion in the center of Cresene City. Along the way, he had the privilege of a heavily armored knight to open the way and travel unimpeded.

Said to be a lord's mansion, Miles seemed to think that it was clearly a small, independently enclosed city, like a city within a city.

Entering the small town still requires driving a carriage as a means of transportation.

Until they passed by a Colosseum-like building and arrived at the more central house.

Unlike the Bond family's majestic castle-like building complex in the royal capital, Wallace's residence in Kresse is similar to a courtyard house, similar to a familiar small bungalow, and looks a bit shabby.

This doesn't look like the home of a local emperor who dominates the border city of Kresse.

"Hide your capabilities and bide your time?"

Miles suddenly thought of this word, but the image of the Bond family has changed. Everyone knows their wolfish ambitions. Now talking about hiding one's capabilities and biding one's time is just like joking.

It would be meaningless for Wallace to act like a high emperor on this day.

He asked Elsa, who had regained some energy, to take the Talking Elf down to rest first. Miles didn't think that Elsa in her current state could do a good job as a maid.

Then Miles followed Wallace to the house without entering the house. Miles would never think that a warrior would have a study like this.

The center of the small courtyard was transformed into a small martial arts arena, and the floor was filled with fitness equipment.

The most eye-catching thing is a set of broken armor full of blood evil energy placed on a clothes rack in the center of the yard.

Even though there were obvious gaps in the black iron-colored armor's wristbands and waist, as if it had been smashed by someone, the blood-red mist in Miles' eyes was so thick that the broken armor was invisible as if there was heavy fog. Five fingers.

Miles was particularly sensitive to blood. He could clearly feel that the composition of the blood mist was complex, as if it was the smell slowly infiltrated by the blood of different people.

"He didn't fall down? He is worthy of being the grandson of my Wallace. Haha, this is the armor I once wore when fighting against the demons. It is an artifact blessed by the God of War. It can absorb blood to stimulate fighting power, and at the same time, it must inherit the deceased. The resentment of the wronged soul..."

Wallace spoke unreservedly about Miles, his grandson, recalling the war years, and continued: "...I don't know why the blessing of the God of War suddenly disappeared at a certain moment, and now it is just a thing that gathers the resentful souls. It’s an empty shell now, don’t put it on easily, you’ll go crazy haha!”

After talking about it, Old Bond even said something scary.

Miles didn't take it seriously, and turned to look at Wallace in confusion, wondering what the old Bond was doing instead of taking him to the living room and bringing him to this martial arts arena.

Is this the first time I’ve met my eldest grandson?

What puzzled Miles was Wallace's next move. Wallace slowly picked up a sergeant's spear uniformly assembled by knights from the ground and weighed it.

When Miles was still thinking about what old Bond wanted to do, he heard the whistling wind in his ears, his pupils shrank, and the tip of a long gun swept across with the force of breaking through the air, aiming at his neck. .

There's no time to think, and even a second of delay feels like your head will be chopped off.

Even Miles, who had all his HP and defense attributes, wasn't sure he could resist this blow with his neck.

Head: Squat down and hide!

Body: I ​​can’t react, I can’t squat!

Miles thought very well and quickly crouched down to avoid the attack that swept his neck, but before his body could react, the spear was swept in front of him.

If you squat down now, it will only result in losing half of your head.

Simply.

Miles simply stopped moving. A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. He really didn't believe that this old guy could really kill his only grandson.

and many more.

The Bond family has a habit of having illegitimate children. My father, Dex, has an illegitimate daughter. I wonder if Wallace will also have an illegitimate child.

Pooh.

No.

An illegitimate child is his father's brother, so it is impossible to skip a generation and create a grandson.

While Miles was thinking nonsense, he stared at the chilling Wallace without blinking, saying it was too late and then too soon.

Buzz!

Two inches away from Miles's raised neck, Wallace suddenly stopped and used his inertia to grab money and swing it. The sharp tip of the gun was swinging wildly against Miles' neck. If Miles If he moved in panic at this moment, the next thing he might see would be bleeding from his cut throat and buttocks.

When the swinging tip of the spear stopped, Wallace put away the spear. The stern face just now turned into a satisfied and kind smile, and his face changed faster than a woman.

"a ha ha ha!"

The rough laughter was particularly personal, and Wallace was very satisfied with this grandson.

"Although I did not escape this fatal blow, it is not easy to remain calm and calm in the face of the fear of death. Besides, the heir to the Bond family only needs to guard the military camp and command the battle. I On the contrary, I’m glad that my Bond family didn’t produce some brainless and reckless people!”

After talking about it, Wallace didn't know whether it was just him or his incompetent son. He patted Miles on the shoulder again, but this time the force was stronger. He paused and said:

"I agree that you are the heir to my Bond family!"

"hiss!"

His shoulder was slapped by a hand as big as a cattail leaf fan, which was heavier than the first time. It was like a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders. He had a new understanding of the strength of old Bond.

But in his heart, Miles sneered at Old Bond's words.

"Let's go, I didn't catch up with your coming-of-age ceremony, so go have a drink with me!"

Throwing away the spear, he patted Miles on the back and pushed Miles toward the house.

"Why should I have a drink with you on my coming-of-age ceremony?" Miles cursed in his heart, but there was no room for resistance under the push of old Bond.

The two chatted as they walked, and Wallace seemed to be chatting about everyday things.

"I heard that old lady Helena gave you a lot of treasures as a coming-of-age ceremony?"

Wallace said as he walked.

"Ok!"

Miles responded simply, but when he looked at Wallace, a veteran, he almost said, "You, a grandpa, don't have anything to show for your grandson's coming-of-age ceremony?"

uh-huh?

You said the little maid No. 16 was given as a birthday present by old Bond.

This doesn't count.

It was a birthday gift, and a coming-of-age ceremony was a coming-of-age ceremony, two different things.

But Wallace didn't seem to hear anything, and kept talking to himself: "That old woman is a bit rich. I heard that some of the creative ideas you provided Helena made her earn a lot of money..."

"...You gave her the fried chicken, right? Now all the fried chicken restaurants are open to me!"

Seeing clearly, Miles felt that Old Bond's tone was a bit depressing.

fierce.

Miles suddenly remembered that his reaction after hearing "Splatoon" in Wallace was obviously wrong, and thought:

"Could it be that this old gangster turned into a Splatoon and took revenge on me by sharpening his gun?"

"It seems...it's really possible!"

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