"I hope you can be clear about what you are talking about."

Muska's voice was cold, and the pressure released while speaking became stronger again. A crisp bone crack came from his body. The young man in front of him could no longer bear such power.

It seems to be broken at any time.

"Yes, is it honorable to do such a thing as a fourth-level identity?"

"What's more, your approach can't solve the problem at all."

A cloud of mist floated in from outside the window, and when it fell to the ground, it turned into a beautiful woman with a hot body.

She looks about 30 years old and has no idea of ​​hiding her identity as an extraordinary person at all. She has silver-white jewelry on her neck, wrists, ankles.

The fair face was dotted with dark patterns. As she spoke and breathed, the color change on the patterns also appeared and shone.

Roger just glanced casually and withdrew his gaze. In fact, this woman even appeared in the castle before they were.

But she seemed to have some concerns that she had never appeared before.

"When did she come here?" Amanda frowned. "This woman is called Viola. I just heard people mention her name. She is a loner and almost no one knows his origin."

"It's just rumored that she is very strong."

In the everlasting world, practitioners can reach the extreme of their use of spiritual power. In comparison, Western extraordinary people have expanded more changes.

There will be some weird applications.

But Roger was not worried about this. His absolute strength was close to the limit of the fourth level, as long as he could see through the opponent's abilities.

The rest is just the difference between more and less.

So this time he even planned to hide Black Moon forever.

Roger had personally experienced the power of that weapon.

Musca seemed to recognize Viola's identity as well. He glanced at the other party. Although he didn't say anything, the pressure released was significantly relieved a lot.

Viola came to the young man, she opened her hands, and a cloud of mist enveloped the young man who was kneeling on the ground.

Not long after, when the fog dissipated, the young man's injuries had recovered.

"Tell us what happened."

Viola said.

"My name is Marco."

The young man raised his head and glanced at everyone without leaving any trace.

"In recent decades, my father has hardly left the castle, but recently, his originally stagnant power has made a new breakthrough, so I have lived here for a long time."

"One night, I suddenly woke up from my sleep. When I opened my eyes, I saw a black shadow standing in front of the bed."

"I was shocked and I subconsciously launched an attack, but soon, a big hand pressed me hard!"

"Then, I saw the extremely hideous face in the darkness."

"That's my father."

"He is too strong, I have no room for resistance. After struggling for a few times, I fell into a fainting."

"The next day I woke up from my sleep. The bed below me collapsed, and there were dense cracks on the surrounding walls."

Marco sighed, "But when I found my father, he knew nothing about it."

Hearing this, Amanda glanced at Roger quietly, with a deep sense of worry in her eyes, because similar experiences had happened to her.

But she happened to be in Kelmohan at that time, and seemed to want to leave the castle, but she fell into chaos when she reached the edge of the fog.

When she regained consciousness again, she had completely lost the memory of that period.

Such an experience is enough to scare anyone.

Mark continued, "I told my father what happened and showed him the damaged room and the scars on my neck."

"Then, my father's strength increased steadily, but similar things happened frequently, but he just attacked me unconsciously that time, and the rest seemed extremely strange."

"In order to find out the truth, I had to hide quietly and then find a way to follow and observe his behavior."

"It's strange. He was completely like a different person. He seemed to be full of surprises about the world, like an ignorant child, looking at the strange environment again."

Marco seemed to recall the scene at that time, "At that time, I suspected that what my father's body carries was no longer his original soul."

"But I don't know where he went."

"What happened later?" Viola asked.

"You said he was dead, where is the body?"

"plz follow me."

Marco sighed. After Viola's treatment, he was able to stand up now, but the flesh around his knees had obviously not been completely recovered.

However, Marco's own recovery ability is also very strong, and Roger could see tender granulations growing again in the wound.

"Who else did you invite besides us?"

A dull voice came.

That was a strong man who had been standing beside Muska.

This is a strong man with almost the same thickness as his arms and thighs, but even though this man is strong, his height is a bit terrible.

This made him look like a mountain of meat, and it seemed a bit ridiculous when he walked around.

"You can call me Manu." The burly man glanced at Muska. Although his eyes were deep, the flashing emotions made people familiar.

It is obvious that Muska is the dragon descendant, and he is the aider. Being able to appear on such occasions is enough to show the intimacy between the two parties.

“Amanda.”

"Gealt."

Roger and the others said at the same time.

Although the so-called association is loose, they have more or less heard of each other's names, so Amanda naturally has no need to hide it.

As for Roger...

He always felt that calling himself Geralt seemed more touching in this situation.

"I've heard of your name, beautiful Miss Amanda." Musca squeezed a gentle smile on her face.

"The youngest among the newly promoted dragon descendants in the association."

Musca did not hide the light in his eyes, "Don't say that in the past twenty years, just to calculate further, your youth can also rank in the top ten in the historical rankings."

“It’s really…”

Musca looked up and down, but the next second, the beautiful face in his vision disappeared, and replaced by a tower-like body.

Roger didn't speak, just stared at Muska calmly.

"The bees are always recruited next to beautiful flowers without realizing them."

“This is normal.”

A playful smile flashed across Musca's face. He withdrew his gaze and added casually, "Flowers always bloom."

"But the bees have changed wave after wave."

"After all, the sweetness of the flower juice is, anyone wants to taste it."

"Muska!!"

Before Roger could speak, a dull and cold shout rang out of the hall.

The person who spoke was Manu standing next to Musca.

The man's thick eyebrows were frowning together, and there was a faint anger in his eyes. In addition, Roger could also feel the little shot out of his eyes...

jealous?

Uh...well, this seems not to target yourself, but Amanda standing behind you.

In the Western world, even in the lives of ordinary people, there are many people like Muska who express their emotions openly.

In the extraordinary world, similar behaviors are everywhere, and most people don’t even think they are abrupt.

Roger clenched his fists. This Musca was very smart. He said that these were not just about expressing love.

"Stay away from me!"

Amanda's voice came from behind Roger, and the girl stepped forward and stood side by side with Roger. At the edge of her hair, a faint flame was squirming.

"Some bees, some pick flowers, while others only know how to eat shit!"

As soon as Amanda finished speaking, Muska and Manu's faces turned ashen. The blue veins on Manu's forehead swelled up, and the muscles on his body pounded, as if he was planning to attack at any time.

"Are you here to fight?"

A cold snorted.

"Let's go, take me to where you said."
To be continued...