"The golden apple tree was originally a sacred tree brought from the west coast by Gaia, the mother of the earth, to celebrate the wedding of her son Zeus and her daughter Hera. It was full of golden apples."
"If the gods eat it, they can enhance their own divine power."
"This sacred tree is so precious that Hera, the queen of heaven, asked the Hesperides sisters to take care of the golden apple tree in her orchard. She also asked the hundred-headed dragon Ladon to guard it!"
Old Witte was talking eloquently.
"You mean you want me to find this thing?" William looked at Old Wit like he was an idiot.
If he has the ability to get golden apples from these hundred-headed dragons, Queen Hera, and God King Zeus, does he still need the qualification of magic affinity?
"Of course not, Master Zorro!" Old Wit shook his head, "Olympus has fallen, and the golden apple tree in the garden of the gods has long disappeared!"
William rolled his eyes, why are you talking so excitedly?
Old Wit quickly realized that he had overdone himself, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Lord Zorro, the real golden apple tree in the garden of the gods has disappeared, but there is still a golden apple sub-strain in the human world. Although
The effect is not as good as a real golden apple, but it can still give Master Zorro the ability to communicate with magic."
"Where?" William asked straight to the point.
"I don't know!" Old Witte answered directly.
William immediately glared at Old Witte with dissatisfaction, as he did every time he spoke.
With resentment coming, Old Wit's body became cold. He did not dare to say half and half, and quickly said it like fried beans, "Lord Zorro, this is the information I heard from my father's father. He said
, this golden apple tree is planted in the royal garden of a powerful country. But which country, my father's father did not tell me."
"Lord Zorro, you are a lucky man. Maybe you can know its whereabouts in the future."
After hearing what Old Witte said, William sighed helplessly, "Okay."
The energy structure diagram of the "Animal Companion" circulated by the Witte family was obtained by William, but he saw it in a confused and confused manner, and had no reaction at all.
William had to give up the idea of learning magic. William could not learn the enchanting skills that Gervite learned from his teacher, because he had neither magic power nor bloodline powers.
But William still stayed at Old Witte's house.
On the one hand, William spent his life energy to inject life energy seeds into Freya, who needed some cultivation. On the other hand, William was waiting for someone!
William is waiting for the third son of the Witt family, Mark Witt.
If nothing else, Markwitt will get a stick from his teacher that can hit people automatically.
William has been coveting this for a long time.
Time passes day by day.
In Buji City, the hideaway of Gallia, the hotel owner of the revelers, is filled with a strong smell of corpses that lingers for a long time.
City guards dressed in black surrounded the place.
In the cellar, Gallia's body was covered with disgusting maggots. Strips of round, white maggots were crawling out of Gallia's dead eyes, open mouth, nostrils, and ears.
out.
Standing next to him was Jean, the boss of the Buji City Guards, a big man with a golden beard and a stern face. He was the one who was deceived by William in the first place.
A city guard soldier came in with Gallia's wife.
As soon as she saw Gallia's body, Gallia's wife turned pale, then she felt weak and was about to fall down. The soldier next to her saw her and held her up with difficulty, so that she did not fall down.
When Gallia's wife came to her senses, her tears couldn't stop flowing down and she kept crying.
"Glisa, if you want your husband to never rest in peace, you can keep crying." Gene said expressionlessly.
Gallia's wife Grisha was a smart person. Her tears suddenly stopped when she heard this, and she looked at Jean with tearful eyes.
Gene nodded secretly, and asked in an emotionless tone, "Let me ask you, has your husband made any enmity with anyone recently?"
Grisha thought for a while, shook her head, then nodded suddenly, then shook her head again.
Jean frowned and asked, "Is there any?"
"Lord Jean, apart from the fact that a man came to make trouble some time ago, I don't know anything else. Gallia didn't tell me many things!"
"Come to your door to cause trouble?"
"That's the little thief who accused Gallia of stealing his table!" Grisha replied with tears in her eyes.
Jean's eyes passed over an open space in the cellar, where there were still the marks of four small table legs, which seemed incompatible with the surrounding environment.
Combined with what happened before, Gene suddenly woke up.
What the man said was true, his magic table was really stolen by Gallia.
Jean sneered and said, "Maybe that person didn't slander Gallia!"
"Lord Jean..." Grisha was a little dissatisfied.
Gene was furious in his heart, but he didn't show it, and he still looked cold.
"Glisa, I have to say that your husband, Mr. Gallia, is a smart guy, and he even fooled me! Hahaha..." Jean continued to sneer.
"Lord Jean, I don't know what you mean. The Reveler's Hotel has always been kind to every guest..."
"Glisha, do you want to face the Lord of the City directly?" Jean interrupted Glisha without any mercy.
Hearing the words of the Lord of the City, Grisha shivered all over, looking very scared, shaking her head desperately, "No, Lord Jean. I mean, there is no need to let the Lord of the City know. Really
It's not necessary. The Lord of the City is already busy enough. Let's not disturb him."
The more Glisha spoke, the more frightened she became, and in the end her voice even sounded like crying.
"Then answer me honestly!" Gene said coldly.
"Yes, Master Jean!" Grisha lowered her head and replied.
"How long has Gallia been missing?"
"Three days!"
"Did you do anything special before you disappeared?"
"No! The hotel is always busy every day!"
"So did anything strange happen three days ago??"
"Three days ago? It seems not, everything is normal!" Grisha thought carefully, shook her head, and replied.
Suddenly, she remembered something and quickly added.
"Oh, by the way, a distinguished guest came to the hotel that day!"
"Distinguished guest? Who?" Gene asked with a raised brow.
"Zorro!"
"Zorro? Light of Justice?"
"Yes, Lord Jean."
"Why did Zorro come to your hotel?" Gene had heard of the name Zorro, the Light of Justice, but had never seen him in person. There was doubt in his eyes, and he muttered to himself.
Grisha was frightened by the name of the city lord at this time and did not dare not answer, "Well... I don't know. Maybe he is just tired and needs a rest, so he cares about our hotel."
Grisha gave her own guess.
"Well..." Gene asked casually without comment, "What does he look like?"
"He...Zorro? He is wearing a black cloak and a mustache..." Glisa was stunned for a moment and then answered.
Gene's mind was startled, like lightning flashing across the night sky. He suddenly remembered the two people he met outside Buji City, and asked in a somewhat urgent tone, "Is there a woman following him?"
"Yes! Sir Jean, how do you know? Have you seen them too?" Grisha nodded and asked strangely.
"Yes! I have seen them!" Jean's tone was deep, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, Gene asked again, "Where are they?"
"Let's go! They left the next day." Grisha replied.
"Hahaha..." Gene sneered. He remembered what William said about running north and his reputation for chivalry. Although there was no evidence, his intuition told him that this so-called Zorro must be with Gary.
Ya's death has something to do with it.
Maybe the young man who had the magic table stolen complained to the light of justice, and the light of justice served him justice?
The more Jean thought about it, the more likely he felt that it was possible. He pursed his lips and asked, "What about Zorro? Where did he go?"
"I don't know!" Grisha replied truthfully.
"Useless thing!" Jean glared at Grisha fiercely.
Grisha immediately lowered her head and did not dare to speak.
After losing her husband, she became even more vulnerable.
Jean thought for a moment and then said, "Follow me!"
"Go? Where?" Grisha raised her head and looked at Jean in confusion.
"Follow me to meet the Lord of the City!" A cruel smile appeared on Jean's face.
Grisha's face suddenly froze and she exclaimed, "No! I won't go!"
While talking, he stepped back!
"Take her away!" Jean was not polite and directly ordered the soldiers of the city guard.
The soldiers of the city guard immediately grabbed Grisha and followed Jean towards the city lord's palace.