The target Vest is the ultimate boss

George heard that the Son of Light appeared in the academy, and there were no paladins around him, so he ran over almost non-stop.

He had been lurking in front of Sid's apartment for several days, with wild chrysanthemums growing on his head, before he got a good opportunity.

George, who plays the violin, approaches Sid.

"I asked my friend in the theater to grab the best seat!" He hastily handed the tickets to Sid, "After the performance, we can go backstage to ask for autographs from the leading actors..."

Sid was about to push back, when suddenly a pull in his hand made him stagger.

No matter how dull Arnold was, he also found that the situation was not right.

How could the wife of its great and supreme dark co-lord have an affair?

Arnold's face was flushed with anger, his front paws and rear feet were shaking, but he was sweating all over his body on a hot day and his hands and feet were cold.

No one noticed that a dragon was angry.

Arnold opened his mouth, and a strong and fiery dragon's breath swept over the wind and waves.

George couldn't dodge in time, and a small half of his hair was brutally murdered.

"Black!" Sid grabbed it to prevent it from attacking his alumni again.

Fortunately, Arnold kept his hand, and no one was injured, but George's look that he had been taking care of for a long time was instantly wiped out.

There are no other people around here, otherwise his pets will be found attacking humans, and the Holy Son will be caught by ten bishops and drowned in the Holy Court.

Arnold turned his head to the sky and ignored him.

Sid glanced at it and said to George, "Sorry. I'll pay for your loss."

He touched Arnold's huge head helplessly, like a parent who can't control his children.

George waved his hand, took out the essential oil spray from his pocket, and sprayed it on his head.

He put the spray back on and tossed his hair, and George's beautiful long locks regained their luster.

"It has the same name as that general?" George scratched his chin, "It's just as hot-tempered as him..."

Sid also thought of General Black who had spoken wildly to him.

There seems to be little rumor about that general lately.

"Sorry. I didn't know it could go crazy."

"You wouldn't keep such a dangerous pet. Is it Mr. Alder's?"

Sid nodded, and George suddenly realized.

No wonder the paladins would rest assured that His Royal Highness Son was alone.It turns out that this dragon is the bodyguard!

Arnold thought for a long time before he knew who this "Mr. Alder" was.

Suddenly, a gloomy cloud enveloped its heart.

Think back then, how majestic it was with Navia, the co-lord of the undead and darkness, and no grass grew anywhere it went, and everyone talked about it.

Now, both master and servant have to rely on the aliases of mere mortals and Fanlongs to dawdle on the main road.

The world is down.

It sighed mournfully.

George doesn't like dragons that burn his hair, especially Paladin's dragons.He began a long discourse on the disadvantages of keeping dragons at Imperial College.

Before he could finish speaking, the impatient Arnold stretched his neck and walked back.It stretched the rope straight in Sid's hand, and Sid had to hold the reins with both hands.

He wrapped the rope around his hands, and was about to bring Arnold back, when the violent dark horned dragon suddenly turned around, stretched his head down, and carried him on his back. ran away.

It killed a love rival for Navia!

Arnold thought happily.

But soon, it found something was wrong.After escaping from the scorched rooster's sight, Sid, who was riding on it, said nothing——

Just quietly watching it run around the campus happily.

Arnold stopped guiltily.

"You don't have to be mad, Blake," Sid said, "I'm not interested in him."

Arnold snorted coldly from his huge nostrils.

Sid tugged at the rope, and Arnold remained motionless, like a monument standing in the middle of the path.

A piece of iris was blown onto the dark ceratopsian's nose, and it sneezed.

Sid climbed down from the dragon's back.

"You can understand human language. Your name is Arnold, right?" He held the head of the Dark Ceratopsian and whispered in its ear, "You are a subordinate of the Dark God."

Arnold was taken aback.

It turned its head to the side, pretending not to understand.

"Kanias didn't know that I had read books on this subject. The flame of the dark horned dragon is not pure black. It will only become your color after being baptized by the holy pool."

Arnold was dumbfounded.

Its fleshy wings grew out from its back, and it flapped lightly a few times.

A vortex appeared in the air.With increased lift, its hind feet are suspended in the air.

Can't afford to mess with it and can't afford to run...

Arnold didn't fly for long when he felt a tightness in his neck.

Shengzi calmly pulled back the Dark Ceratops inch by inch like pulling a sweater in a strong wind.

Arnold's feet trembled, and it felt death coming.Perhaps the Holy Son of Light stayed with Navia too much, and he also had a creepy aura.

The ominous feeling reached its peak when it caught a glimpse of the bone flute around Sid's neck.

Sid lifted Arnold's ear, leaned closer to it, and said, "Canias Alder, is he your original owner?"

Arnold's goose bumps all over his body!

This is definitely a death question! ! !

It was about to shake its head, but its IQ, which had been sleeping for many years, was finally willing to open its eyes once.

Arnold remembered what Navia had said to it. The Holy Son of Light had already guessed his identity. If he denied it, it would deepen the suspicion of the Holy Son.

Not to mention admitting it, before the Son of Light had time to question its owner, its bones had probably been buried in the Heri Desert.

Unreasonable human beings like brown bears, thank you for being so harmless!Even the hair is deceiving!

Arnold's heart was beating wildly, and he gritted his teeth and reprimanded in his mind, while pretending to be nonchalant, fluttering his wings, and circling joyfully like a mentally handicapped child.

The dark horned dragon danced in the air, looking at the Son of Light on the ground from the corner of the eye, trembling with fear.

Arnold wanted to beat himself down on the ground yesterday.

He just thought he was a fool for thinking the bear wouldn't bite.

Although it is not very smart, it can pass the test by pretending to be stupid.

Amidst Arnold's countless desperate and tragic spiritual calls, the Lord of Darkness finally arrived belatedly.

Arnold flew very high and saw Navia from afar.

It folded its wings and fell back to the ground with a sigh of relief.

Navia glanced at his pet and asked Sid, "Have you fed Toby?"

After entering the capital of Thrall, Sid bought apple-flavored feed at the stall at the gate of the city.

Fat Rabbit likes apple flavored things very much.Vera thinks it is too fat and forbids it to eat too much.

Sid shook his head.

Arnold ran in the opposite direction from the apartment complex.

The dark horned dragon had slipped behind Navia, stuck its head out from the shadows, and secretly looked at Sid.

It sneered in its heart.

The Son of Light looked as obedient as a doll in front of Navia.But it will no longer believe in that obedient and innocent appearance.

Long praised Navia dryly in his heart: "Your wife is really mighty."

The master of darkness understood: "Are you convinced?"

"He is indeed worthy of you, but..." Arnold hesitated for a while, "Now that Prouvel is dead, your wife can gather light elements to escort him, and given time, he—"

It must be able to go to the altar.

After the end of the first generation of Protoss, Sid Chelt will become the only creature that threatens Navia.

Navia was noncommittal.

He held Sid's hand in his palm: "This matter is not in a hurry. Please go to a place with me."

Navia's palm was as warm as a fire, burning the doubt hidden deep in Sid's heart to ashes.

"Okay." He lowered his head and said, "I'll put Toby back in the apartment first."

"You can take it with you. There are people there to take care of it."

Sid looked up and asked him, "Is it a gift?"

Navia laughed and kissed Sid's nails.

"It's one of the betrothal gifts."

Navia brought Sid to the forest villa area of ​​the nobles in the capital of Saar.

In the lush sycamore trees, the air is cool and fresh, and the sunlight in the forest is like a prism.

A patrol on fine horses saw the two from a distance and took off their hats to them.

This area is known as the Gold and Silver Mountains where "blood flows like a river" by the people of the imperial capital.

The nobles who can afford to buy a mansion in the Qiao Nuo villa area are basically lords whose ancestors have a lot of money and have been hereditary since the founding of Saar.Most of them were tired of dealing with the shrewd merchants and politicians of the imperial capital, so they came to this woodland to recuperate.

The two walked through several forest paths, and a courtyard came into view.The iron gate connected to the high wall is as high as two people, and a few petunias are wrapped around the iron railing, like a totem embroidered on a scarf by a noble family.

Navia took out a kite-shaped dodecahedron, embedded it in the iron slot of the gate, and took out a heavy copper key to unlock the door.

Sid glanced back at Navia.Navia didn't follow, but just motioned for him to walk over by himself.

Navia did not give him the key.Sid walked across two well-manicured grass fields and came to the stone steps. He was about to figure out how to open the door, but the door was opened from the inside.

The head maid who had worked in Chelter's mansion for more than ten years and had taken care of him for his entire life stood at the door, folded her hands and bowed to him.

"Welcome home, young master."

Sid jumped up at once.

The maid is like his biological mother to him, and the relationship between the two is not comparable to that of the Chelt family.

Navia gave them enough time to reunite.He stood in the distance and watched silently. Arnold was beside him, waving a butterfly with his tail in boredom.

When the two separated, Navia stepped forward as if nothing had happened, and Arnold followed up.

Sid rubbed his eyes red in the arms of the head maid.Navia covered her fingertips with a layer of cool frost, and brushed the corners of the Son's eyes.

"She will stay forever." He said softly, "After you graduate, we will live here."

Before Courteney returned to the imperial capital, Navia asked her to do two things for him.

One is to find a usable mansion near the Imperial College in the imperial capital, and the other is to bring out the head maid of the Duke of Chelte's house.

These two things require a lot of financial resources, and the savings of Canias Olde in the past are completely insufficient.

The Holy Court seems to be upright, but in fact it is a place rich in oil and water, and only the bears in his family are so dull that they will not be polluted by the atmosphere of hypocrites.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Clara to think that the position of Pope candidate is so fatal to Navia.

In the past six months of working for Clara, Navia has accumulated a lot of wealth—not to mention buying real estate in the imperial capital, or buying a servant from the Duke's mansion. Even if he wants to build a new Alder Manor, it is just money It's a small matter that you pay for the goods.

When Navia's disguised human graduated from Imperial College in sixth grade, he had to move out of the apartment.

There was no way he would have left Sid alone in the apartment by then.

The dark guild forces in the imperial capital are dominated by the conservative faction headed by the duke, but if another extreme leftist party emerges and abducts the Holy Son... then he can only go to the capital of dark magic to take his bear back.

And it's not just about Sid's safety.

There are countless students coveting the position of the son's roommate.

Now the Holy Son of Light has almost become the spiritual idol of young girls in the entire empire. If a few Omega, George, or Perry compete with him for the only remaining endangered bear species, even the Dark God can't stand it.

Sid looked at Navia, and then at the head maid.

He pursed his lips, trying to think of how to explain the existence of this person to the head maid.

Just as the Holy Son was thinking hard, the head maid spoke——

"Our young master can't be wrong when he sees people."

She smiled, with loving wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, handed Sid the same key as Navia, and then saluted Navia.

"Mr. Baron, the house has been packed. I'm going to the market to buy some ingredients."

Arnold looked left and right, raised his front paw, and signaled that he would also go shopping together.

It doesn't want to be a light bulb.

Navia responded and touched Sid's head.

"Go in and check it out. I promise you'll like it."