I heard that I always attack and want to destroy the world [Transmigration Book]

When Kahn's words were passed on, Sals, who had originally planned to talk about some things or get in touch with him, immediately became serious.

After a pause of almost two seconds, the voice of the little black dragon rang out from the bottom of Kahn's heart, and he asked like a crackling bean: "Have you seen your opponent? Are you injured? He didn't do anything to you, did he?" "

"Don't be so nervous."

Kahn couldn't help but twitched his mouth because of his series of questions.

His little dragon really loves him.For example, at a time like this, Thrall's first concern will always be his safety.

This feeling is really good, and my heart is sweet as if coated with a thick layer of honey.

The upward arc of Kahn's mouth became larger.

Walking towards the headquarters of the Dragon Slayer Group, he finally continued to respond to Sals who was waiting for an answer: "Actually, I don't have any direct evidence to prove that that person is the opponent we are looking for, and he meets the requirements. Only silver hair and powerful magic or height and size. Other than that..."

Kahn touched his chin, with an unfathomable expression on his face and said: "It must be the intuition from the Creator God."

Sals: "..."

Kahn said this very seriously, but the only thing that greeted him was the endless silence of the other party.

In fact, as far as Sals is concerned, he really wants to be absolutely convinced by his lover's judgment as usual.However, things like the intuition of the Creator God...

Sals thought for a long time, but still couldn't convince himself.

But for his silence, Kahn didn't mean to be angry.After all, my little black dragon is too young to understand what a routine is——

For example, if what is happening now is a derivative of his novel, then according to his habits, a beautiful, noble and powerful person like Farla will definitely be the final boss.

And not only him, in most literary works, Farla absolutely meets all the qualities that a boss should have.If he didn't even realize this, he would be ashamed to be a creator god.

It's just that this kind of thing can't be said directly, if it is said, it will reduce the credibility of his guess even more.

Kahn thought and sighed helplessly.

The headquarters of the dragon slaying regiment was not too far from the palace, because he had consulted the guards guarding the city for the location when he went out, so it didn't take much time for Kahn to reach the destination.

Compared with the majesty and luxury of the royal palace, the Dragon Slaying Group adheres to the consistent simple and strong appearance, and insists on the stone building with the characteristics of the northern border to the end.

It was meal time when Kahn entered, and all the guards, including Kuwait, were sitting in the dining hall of the hall on the first floor. When they saw him coming in, they naturally added a seat for him, allowing him to squeeze in between Kuwait and Germany. Man settled the dinner in the middle.

After the meal, Kahn followed Deman to his office.But before he took the initiative to say anything, the latter asked first: "When you went to the palace, did you see the imperial holy mage?"

"You mean Farah?" Kahn asked back.

After getting the affirmation from the other party, he nodded and said, "Yes, I chatted with him all afternoon. But maybe I think too much, I always feel..."

"I think he is the one who controls the red dragon, right?"

Deman seemed to dislike his hesitating speed, frowned, and hurriedly helped Kahn speak the second half of the sentence.

Kahn nodded immediately after hearing the words: "That's right, I was wondering if I was worrying too much, but since you think so too, then I can trust myself with confidence."

Deman shook his head: "But we have no evidence. He is a holy mage conferred by His Majesty the King himself. If we can't come up with enough evidence to convince everyone, then we will only be seen as jealous of him. The villain who spread rumors."

"That's true." Kahn sighed, and continued to ask: "I just feel that something is wrong with him, how about you? From what I know about you, you can't judge by intuition, right? "

"Of course not." Deman raised his eyebrows: "Do you remember that I hit him before?"

Kahn continued to nod.

Deman said: "Even if he breaks my tracking spell, it is impossible to completely erase the magical breath I applied. When I met him for the first time, I felt a little bit of my own magical breath from him. The feeling is very ethereal and fleeting, but I don't think it is an illusion. I have never seen Farla before, so this situation can only mean that he is the one who wore the mask back then The man in black."

Deman finished his speculation in one breath, but the frown between his brows deepened a little.

As he said, this sense of breath, whether it is fleeting or not, can only be felt by Deman himself.If you want to use it as evidence, it is absolutely unconvincing.

Kahn understood, and Deman naturally understood.So even if the two of them had identified Farla's identity, they couldn't think of any other way but to be silent at this time.

"Let's talk about something else."

Deman sighed, and after a few minutes of silence, he took the initiative to change the subject and said, "Do you remember what I told you when I entered the city?"

Kahn nodded quickly.

This matter is related to the future of his family's little black dragon, how could it be left behind casually.

Deman smiled at him, got up and walked to the desk, while continuing to ask: "Do you know the Treaty of the Six Clans?"

"The Treaty of the Six Races?" Kahn repeated it, then frowned and thought for a while, and asked a little uncertainly, "You mean the Treaty of the Peaceful Coexistence of the Six Races?"

Deman nodded.

Kahn was puzzled: "Is this unreliable? If it works, the war between the dwarves and the wood elves won't break out, right?"

"It's just that there is no immediate effect." Deman shook his head and said: "Before the war, all six tribes had the opportunity to be kings. After the war, dwarves will not be kings anymore, even city officials will not allow dwarves to be kings. Now, as long as the dwarves leave Hydric, they must be prepared to be bullied by other races."

Kahn didn't respond, but there was still some hesitation in his eyes.

Deman took a look and knew what he was thinking, paused, and continued: "Also, Mr. Kuwait and I went to the Prophet's House some time ago. It was there that I learned that I participated in the genocide The dwarves who fought in the war all died of various reasons within a year. Even if they escaped by chance, they lost their hearts and souls and turned into breathing shells."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a second, and added the last sentence: "Wild's blessing to the mainland will always exist, no matter where he is, what he left behind will never lose its effect."

Deman looked into Kahn's eyes again.This time he clearly saw a hint of wavering in the Wood Elf's eyes.

There was no need to say anything later, he just bent over and took out a piece of yellowed parchment from the drawer, while quietly waiting for Kahn's response.

In fact, to be honest, Kahn has not considered the method mentioned by Deman.

After all, according to the legend, the paper on which the treaty was signed was the "certificate of the contract" left by Wilder. As long as both parties signed on it, it would be equivalent to a law and absolutely cannot be disobeyed.

But whenever he thinks about this, and thinks about the war between the wood elves and the dwarves, he will directly deny the feasibility of this idea.

But now, with what Deman said later...

Maybe it's really feasible?

After all, looking at the entire continent, apart from the brutal race like the dwarves, what other races pursue is peace and stability.As for the group of little dwarfs who like to make trouble, Kahn said that even if only Benson is alone, he can directly raze the entire Hydrick to the ground.

Kahn thought for a moment, but the wrinkles between his brows deepened: "The certificate of the contract is something in legends, where can I find it..."

Deman smiled.

He waved the parchment he just took out to the troubled wood elf, and said proudly, "The certificate of contract you want will be given to you for free."

Kahn's pupils shrank suddenly, and the expression on his face instantly became "unbelievable".

Deman snorted in dissatisfaction, and revealed the source of the thing——

"Mr. Kuwait got this from the House of the Prophet. A few months ago, those prophets said that we would have a chance to use this thing, but I never thought of it at that time. This thing is for the Dragon Clan. gone."

The surprise came too suddenly, and Kahn stared for a long time before slowly bowing to Deman and saying, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me, the source of this thing is not me, even giving him to you is just Mr. Kuwait's intention." Deman smiled and waved his hand, walked to Kahn and stuffed the parchment into his hand , then continued: "But there is another problem. No one knows whether this thing is true or not. If it is fake, what should you do with it? I can't help you."

"I understand that."

Kahn nodded, and after thanking him again, he turned around and left the room with the parchment.

In the following two days, as imagined, apart from studying the latest situation with Kuwait every day, he was caught by Deman to discuss how to expose Farja's true face.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the third day that Kahn finally ran out of the king's city with the shrink potion and returned to the valley where the little dragons lived.

It's just that Kahn never expected that what greeted him was not Sals' warm embrace, but an almost completely destroyed "forest" with some traces of burning fire.