Law of the Dragon

"Devil God? Why didn't you tell me about the existence of Demon God!" Yarrow asked him in a low voice, "What should we do now?"

"Worst plan, each of you has to keep a part of your soul," Eros said while sitting on the chair, and then glanced at Thakro, "He doesn't need it."

"Why?" said Yarrow. "It's not fair!"

"Okay, there is no fairness in this world," Eros waved his hand and said, "I can't take these humans out."

"We can't keep them here!" Yarrow said immediately, "they will be eaten by monsters!"

"On the contrary, ma'am," Eros thought it amusing to refute Yarrow, "they will live on, like their ancestors, and live on this land for generations until..."

"Until?" Norman asked immediately.

Eros shrugged and looked at the reactions of the people present: "Until the demon god leaves this world."

"How long will it take?" Thakro finally spoke out. As for Eros who said just now that he can leave without leaving a part of his soul, it is probably because half of his blood is related to the demon god.

"After the Demon God War, all the Demon Gods have returned to their own domain," Eros said, "Compared with this continent, their world is much more interesting, but it is not absolute, such as this Demon God... As for him When I want to leave, I don't know."

They are now discussing it in a small room, out of the hearing of the rest of the people, and it excites human uneasiness. The same goes for life lived.

"We're going to negotiate with the Demon God, me, Thakro and Norman." Eros said.

"I'm going too!" Yarrow said, "I don't trust Norman." She glanced at Norman. This person is the blood of the God of Light and stays in the world, so of course he should receive the best protection, especially for the elves .

Eros didn't care, he glanced at Larry, "Then I have to take Larry with me, it's not safe for him to stay here."

Yarrow gave him a disdainful look: "How should we go? Do we have to walk?" They had a few elf horses before them, but when they crossed the bridge, they were too busy to observe the situation of the bridge, so they left the horses on the bridge. At the other side, she couldn't help but regret it now.

Eros looked at the number of people, cleared his throat, and prepared to speak.

"Do you have a cold?" Thakro asked.

Eros glared at him: "No, I just want to talk."

Yarrow looked unbearable: "Can you make a long story short, it's bad enough that we're stuck in a place like this, don't you just stop thinking about it?"

Eros snorted coldly: "I mean, you can sit on me, it will save a lot of time."

"On your back?" It was Norman's turn to be surprised. After all, compared to him, this blond boy looked equally slender. Even a dark creature... a bit too much, right?

Only Sa Keluo insisted for his fear of heights: "I think we should go for a walk. I was full just now. Walking is a good choice."

Yarrow sneered: "Among a large pile of monsters? When did you start being so leisurely?"

Since everyone disagreed, Eros had no choice but to give up, and they had to leave.

"Follow this river," said Norman, who stood out in the darkness in a white robe. "This black river is full of dark power."

"Although he is a demon god, it's too strange," Eros looked around, "Why did he suddenly demarcate the domain? Although I understand that this is their survival mode, why doesn't he return to the annihilation space?"

"Maybe there is something that made him stay," said the black-haired Duke, looking at him tenderly. Anyway, even if he was of the blood of the demon god, he would not go to that "interesting" strange space. Compared with that place, he still I would rather stay in this noisy continent with this person.

Eros turned his head in disdain: "The brain circuit of the demon god is quite strange."

Yarrow held the sword and walked beside Norman: "I agree with this sentence, why doesn't he follow his kind back to that damn space, is it interesting to stay here and compete with us?"

Eros snorted coldly: "Is the demon god willing to compete with you? Let me tell you, the demon god is eager to let you go out, and you still feel noisy when he is around."

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The dead man walked across the lake reflecting the brilliant starlight, his gray robe swept the flexible blades of grass, and took away the dew from the tips of the grass, making the hem a little damp.The quiet night brings the chill of autumn leaves, and the dense forest in the distance is shrouded in a thin layer of night fog, and the black castle standing there is even more obscure.

This is not far from the emperor. Many nobles in the imperial capital have castles in this area, and the deceased is going to one of them.

He is very familiar with this castle. This castle has a history of more than 300 years. It was built at the end of the Demon God War and belonged to a powerful family. Later, this family was given to the Fifth District because of its outstanding military achievements in the war. The land became the main pavilion of the fifth district.

This is undoubtedly the most glorious moment for this family. After all, the fifth district is a prosperous area second only to the imperial capital. It can even be said that part of the operation of the entire country depends on the taxation and output of the fifth district.For this family, this is the highest honor, because of the trust of His Majesty the king, the entire five districts were bestowed on them.

Of course, as soon as the king's order was issued, they all set off for the fifth district, and this castle was only used as their residence when they came to the imperial capital. So leisurely stay in the imperial capital for the whole social season.

After the family fell into decline, the castle also fell into disrepair, slowly decaying over time, and was not cleaned out until the current Duke of Clander, the chief cabinet of the fifth district, came to the imperial capital.

The deceased didn't have a deep impression of that castle, because when he left that castle, he was still very young, and since he left here, he never came back here.Although the younger brother Hughes will have a lesser impression of the castle, it has a special meaning to him because it is where he was born.

After lamenting for a while the time flies by and the sadness of youth no longer, he walked there with his robe.

His surname is An'er, which is a rare surname, but records about it must be found in history books, and it is used as a negative typical material to warn future generations.

Anel the Dead is not a necromancer who can spend his old age in the dungeon of the Duke's house, nor is he a businessman who can sell drugs for a living with his sleeves on his sleeves.He once inherited the family at the pinnacle of power, but buried the surname of Aner, and wandered on this continent until now.They used to stand shoulder to shoulder with the royal family and look down on the world, but now they have become a pile of dry bones and are notorious.

Maybe this is the way things are in the world. They have accepted such high glory and wealth, and they have to bear the low ebb and price brought about by it. Nothing is so easy to obtain.

He took a deep breath, it was almost dawn, the air was clear, the gray eyes of the dead looked at the castle that still stood in the darkness, like a tombstone.

The original path leading to the castle has been covered by weeds, and the new Fifth District General Pavilion has opened up another road for carriages to enter and exit. It is wide and straight, making the castle look more intimidating.

The doorman is an eleven or twelve-year-old boy. His grandfather is a gardener who is in charge of the flower beds and trees in the west building, and he is in charge of the door in the morning.He stretched himself in the morning sun. Generally speaking, no one would visit at such an early hour, after all, the gates of the imperial capital had not yet been opened.The Duke of Clander has always lived in the mansion of the imperial capital, so it is more convenient to hold a dance or something. However, as the weather gradually cools down, the social season of the imperial capital has also come to an end. Half a month ago, the Duke lived in the castle inside.Along with the duke, there were a few strangers, but they were all called "honored guests" by the duke and treated like the upper-class nobles.

The people in the castle became busy because of this, and recruited many new servants to cope with it.Fortunately, he is only in charge of guarding the door.

Therefore, when a young man in a gray robe walked up, he was a little strange. He heard his grandfather talk about the abandoned road. It was the road that his grandfather had when he was young, and it was really unusable later. Only then did he start another road. He was curious that someone would come from there.

He hurriedly greeted him and asked: "Sir, who are you and what are you here for?" He looked at the other party, there was neither any family mark nor anything that could show his identity.The way the other party walked slowly was elegant and quiet, reminding him of a person who was engaged in a profession that no longer existed, although he had only heard of that profession in legends.

"I'm here to look for my brother," the man replied softly, and the other party stood there quietly with a kind of demure and elegance, which he usually saw in some big nobles, "please tell Hughes that his brother Here it is," he said, stretching out his hand, taking off a gold ring on his finger, and handing it to his own hand, with a heavy hand, "show him this."

"Okay, okay, sir," he said quickly, "please wait here for a while." Then, he asked another doorman to come over and take this person to the waiting hall, then turned and ran to the west hall.

Mr. Hughes is also one of the distinguished guests of the Duke of Clander. They are all arranged in the West Pavilion, and the servants of the castle are generally not allowed to approach, but since they are specifically looking for him, they can only make a trip to the West Pavilion.

So, Hughes received the ring from his elder brother's deceased early in the morning, and he tossed the ring in his hand in confusion.He still doesn't quite understand why his brother, who vowed to break up with him a few days ago and was determined to leave, suddenly ran back.

"Let's prepare morning tea. It looks like my brother hasn't eaten breakfast yet," Hughes stood at the window and whispered to the servants beside him, "and black tea cake and blueberry muffins." No matter how many years have passed, his taste seems to be It has not changed.

He pushed open the window, and the dawn sun gently shone on the window sill. Just as in memory, the flowerbed in front was full of white roses, fragrant and magnificent, but that was more than 300 years ago.But at this moment, the sunlight can no longer warm his body, because he is just an undead, and his memory still stays in the night when he was killed by his brother more than 300 years ago.

There are some beautiful things in the world that will make people nostalgic.The older brother he once respected and looked forward to killed him like this, and also killed his future, making him buried in the soil full of decay for more than 300 years, until one day, the smell of blood awakened he……