The First Law God Black History Handbook

"Your Excellency Fashen!"

A call came from outside, Thrander opened his eyes and looked sideways.

At the gate of the icon hall, there is still a deep darkness watching the light, preventing outsiders from intruding.

Thrander stared at that place quietly, watching the young figure rush into the darkness, his whole body was filled with fighting spirit.

Until the young man broke through the darkness and stepped into the hall, entering the light he created.

"Your Excellency Fashen!" Legston's eyes sparkled, and his tone contained surprise and joy.

"Your behavior has disappointed me." Thrander's voice was flat, seemingly devoid of emotion.But Legston could catch the unhappiness and blame in a split second.

He wanted to explain, but Thrander didn't give him a chance.

"As a qualified fighter, you should keep in mind the phrase 'keep away from the power of magic and places of magic that cannot be determined to be dangerous' in the "Continental Knight Law". Because for a warrior, falling into magic is enough Fatal and terrible mistake."

"But you are here." Legston looked at Thrander with a serious expression.

"Are you contradicting me?" Thrander's tone changed slightly so that the other party could hear the deep meaning in his words.

"No, Lord Fashen. You know that's not what I mean. What I mean is that your power is enough to drive away any darkness, and they cannot harm any living beings in front of your eyes; similarly, darkness cannot scare a star that yearns for light. In my heart, I admire you and yearn for you, so no matter how much darkness gathers here, I will follow you without hesitation."

Thrander was silent for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing, or just an ordinary movement of pulling the corners of his mouth.

"I hope your mind is as good as your tongue," he said.

Thrander's words upset Legston.

However, his depression didn't last a second, and he was attracted by the beautiful statue behind Thrander.

That was Thrander, not just Thrander.

If he had to tell the reason, it would be that this is a statue poured with great enthusiasm and extreme love.Every inch of its skin, every strand of hair, and every detail contains the deep love of the caster.It is a passionate love that can be felt by just looking at it, and it is so strong that everyone who sees this statue can feel it deeply.

So he is not just Thrander, he is Thrander with love.

It was completely different from the Thrander he was facing now.

Legston couldn't help but stepped forward, looked up at the extremely holy statue, and then sighed: "He loves you more than I... No, it should be said, he just loves you more than I do now." He will go beyond in the future This person's love has become the person who loves Thrander the most on this continent.He had a hunch.At the same time, he didn't want to stop his love from spreading and deepening.

Thrander frowned slightly, and there was a hint of anger in his voice: "Leggston Arthur Aruman!"

"Are you angry?" Legston turned his head, with an unconcealable astonishment on his expression.

He thought that Lord Fashen would never be angry.As he himself said, he is old enough and strong enough, and he can always see through people and things at a glance, so he doesn't need to be angry, there is no need to be angry, and there is no person or thing worthy of his anger.

But now, he was angry because of a lifeless statue.

Or, not because of the statue, but the man who cast it.

Thinking of such a possibility, Legston felt his heart constrict for a while, and his pupils also constricted, revealing a hint of pain.

"Who is he? Your lover?"

Involuntarily, Legston asked.

The icon hall wrapped in darkness fell into dead silence.The evil forces that are about to move are wandering around, seeming to be looking for opportunities, attacking and devouring!

"Young is not the reason for your rudeness, Mr. Aruman." Thrander said slowly, his tone has returned to his usual indifferent and calm.

Legston wanted to ask again, but there was a crackling sound behind him.

He turned around and looked there.It was the only icon still standing in the icon hall, and it was also the icon he had stared at for a long time just now.

It shattered little by little, and then, like sand entering the sea, it turned into gravel and dust and fell on the ground.

Thrander walked towards the door, "What you see in your eyes, you lack in your heart. Remember, young man."

With Thrander's departure, the dark aura of the entire icon hall began to slowly subside.By the time Legston stepped out of the gate, the icon hall had completely restored its former splendor—except for the wreckage of the icon and the broken chandelier beams.

Karl stood at the corner of the building not far away and stared at the icon hall.

He is waiting for his master.

The moment Thrander was reflected in Karl's vision, Karl's face became vivid.It was as if the original rigid statue had a soul and was infused with life, and immediately became lively and full of vitality.

He went up to salute, Thrander didn't say much, just nodded slightly and continued walking.

"Master Dharma God, I have prepared all the things you need and they are ready to be used at any time." Karl followed Thrand closely and said.

"Okay." Thrander agreed, and the wind in his hand surged towards the dean's office.

Not long after, they walked to the gate of the Magic Holy Academy, where Principal Dean was already waiting.There was hardly anyone around.

"My old buddy, you are in such a hurry." Principal Dean opened his arms and made a gesture of hugging.

Thurander avoided the hug, turned his head and said, "I thought you would have guessed that I would be like this."

"You have wronged me, my dear friend! I originally prepared a lot of research to share with you. Once you leave, you don't know when you will come back next time."

Thrander didn't listen to Dean's evasion of the important things at all.

"You know why he came back. You're not going to tell me."

"Um..." Dean was speechless for a moment.

Just then, Legston caught up.His little follower, Peake, was watching from the stone pier at the gate.When he saw the little duke appearing, he immediately waved and shouted, "Hi! Little duke!"

The sound of the little duke attracted everyone's attention and saved Dean who was speechless.He glanced at the little thing that dared to step on the back of the holy relic in his family's holy courtyard at the door, and stared again and again.

When Legston slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, he opened his eyes even more, like a tiger whose tail was stepped on, and shouted angrily: "Leggston Arthur Aruman! It's you kid again! Why are you here!"

Following Principal Dean's example, Legston jumped back, staring and saying, "Dean Redgrave! It's you again! Why are you still here!"

Dean was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves and wanted to come up to teach him a lesson. Legston laughed and ran behind Thrander, showing half of his head and said, "Dean Redgrave! You can't beat me in melee! And I I want to remind you that half a month ago you fell from the magic laboratory to the prayer room on the second floor in order to chase me, and the waist injury is probably not healed yet, right?"

Old Dean raised his beard.

If Carl had a beard, it would probably stick up too.

"Who are you? Stay away from my adults!"

Legston turned his head to look at this new face, and immediately realized, "Your Excellency should be the housekeeper of His Excellency Fashen, Mr. Carl, right? I have heard many rumors about you, and you are younger and more capable than the rumors say."

Carl replied: "Smart articulateness may not have any remedial effect on your current reckless behavior. Please leave a little bit and don't stand behind my lord."

Legston moved his feet, switching from left to right, but the distance to Thrander remained the same.

"You mean, like this?" Although the housekeeper's words sounded a bit like a Fashen, it is undeniable that their power has been greatly weakened.So Legston teased each other without hesitation.

Carl was irritable.

"Where did you come from, a rude person!"

Karl can compromise and ignore most things in this world, but only about the matter of Master Fashen, even if it is just a hair, he will defend it to the death and never back down!

Legston replied to him: "Sir, didn't you hear just now? Principal Dean called me Legston Arthur Aruman, ah, that's the one you mentioned in your reply to the old Duke Nader' The kid who was lucky enough to be blessed by Lord Fashen', believe me, I also feel that this is the luckiest thing in my life."

Carl was furious, and he was about to drag this rude kid away, Thrander, who had been silent all this time, said lightly, "If you still want to follow me, shut up."

Legston was instantly honest and well-behaved, and he didn't even fart.

Principal Dean was satisfied, and Carl held back the foul language he wanted to utter.

Peak happily ran over, screaming in a low voice, and seemed more excited than Legston: "Is it really the Lord Dharma God! My God! I met the legendary number one Dharma God ahhhhh I'm so happy, little duke! He's as handsome and majestic as a god!"

Legston threw away Pique's approaching hand in disgust: "Shut up, I won't take you if you call again!"

So Pique also became honest and well-behaved, and he stopped farting.

Principal Dean was very happy watching from the sidelines, thinking that this little devil has finally been restrained by someone, then he thought about it, the biggest devil, Thrand, has not yet been restrained, and then thought about his 8000 yuan magic spirit stone , All good mood is gone in an instant.

Besides, there will be more troublesome things to come.

Because Thurland said to him very ruthlessly: "Dean Redgrave, no matter what reason you concealed my real purpose of coming back from me, you need to make some compensation to me. Later I will let Carl put The compensation list will be passed on to you, and all compensation must be sent to Serento Castle before this matter is resolved."

When Principal Dean heard the words, he felt a thunderbolt from the blue sky and five thunderbolts.

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