Chapter 38 This chapter is so short (please read it!)
Jacks escorted his nephew, the beautiful silver-haired boy An Luo, back home through the heavy rain.
When they arrived home, they happened upon a scarecrow breaking the window, climbing into the house, and trying to attack the orange-haired lolita, the new mage Arya.
The newly summoned black cat familiar pounced on the scarecrow's carved face. Under the cover of the familiar, Arya controlled magic fire bullets to attack the uninvited guest, burning away its ugly rag skin and wooden shoulders.
Jacks rushed over and immediately summoned the magic halberd again. As one of the best warriors in the Western Continent, he easily dealt with the incoming scarecrow.
(It was the first time Arya saw her uncle attack with all his strength and was stunned for 3 rounds)
There are no dangers, but there are still lingering surprises.
After cleaning up the dirt left by the scarecrow, Jacks took some medicine and applied it on the red face of his nephew, the silver-haired young lady An Luo, while uttering cruel words:
"Poor little An Luo, they actually beat you like this."
An Luo understood the incident well and kept silent, never mentioning what a certain blond priest did before saving him from the execution rack.
Then, the man sat down and took out a small glass bottle from his pocket - it was what Chabron had handed to him before he and Chabrin parted ways.
With the blessing of the little priest's magic, the glass bottle emits bright light that illuminates the entire living room like an electrified light bulb.
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As the sun approached sunset, from a distance, Chabron saw his destination - Jacks' new home.
Jakes' original house had been reduced to rubble in the fire that night, and his current residence was temporarily bought at a high price from a wealthy businessman in the town - in terms of money, Jakes has always seemed wealthy.
Chabron took Father Martroux and quickly approached the yard of Jacks' house - the house is now accompanied by a beautiful garden.
When he was still dozens of meters away from the outside of the courtyard, the young priest suddenly stopped.
Matruh behind him also stopped.
That sense of unreasonable tension came again.
He squinted his eyes and looked forward with his green eyes.
As the sun sets in the west, several ferocious figures stand against the light and stand in the sunset——
Their bodies, arms and legs are made of cut wood tied with ropes.
For the first time, Chabron saw these constructs that could mobilize the power of the magical decaying twilight, literally bathing in the twilight.
Scarecrow, 4.
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The sunset fills the sky.
The heavy rain gradually died down and then stopped.
Everything was as usual in Jax's new home. Arya was squatting in the corner stroking the black cat familiar she had just summoned, while An Luo was calmly staring out the window, thoughtfully.
Outside the house, there was a knock on the door.
Jakes opened the door.
Outside the door, of course, was a handsome young man with blond hair.
It's Chabron.
Otherwise, who else could it be?
Outside the house, the young man with blond hair and blue eyes looked extremely nervous and frightened. He was sweating profusely, as if he had just escaped from a dangerous situation. The young man said:
"Uncle Jacks, it's not good! It's not good!"
Jax shrugged:
"What's wrong?"
As he spoke, the man with a mature beard on his face took out a small, luminous glass bottle left by Chabarron - it seemed like there was a sun hidden in the bottle, which looked particularly dazzling at dusk, and the light inside shone on it.
The young man's face is as delicate as a god's.
Warrior Jacks looked down at the bottle: "The bottle is still glowing."
Ignoring the bottle, Chabron took two steps back and pointed to the entrance of the garden:
"Never mind the bottle for now - right over there, my adoptive father, Father Matruh... something happened to him!
"Quick, come with me!"
After hearing the young man's words, Jacks's distracted and decadent eyes instantly became as sharp as a blade.
The muscular warrior grabbed the air and summoned the magic halberd again.
Sharp spears and sharp blades reflected the dusk light.
Then, he pushed the halberd——
The spear head touched the snow-white neck of the young man in front of me!
