. "Cough", Martin coughed, covered his left shoulder and raised his head and smiled. In front of him, Jackson's body was not as good as before, and he was no longer surrounded by those dead auras and countless surging necro creatures, and Jose's silent grin.

Finally escaped Jose's terrifying pursuit! I survived! A shout suddenly surged in Martin's heart.

"Master", Jackson held him and shouted softly.

"I knew, I knew you would come to help me, Jackson, you won't leave me," Martin said, his tone full of excitement and joy, because at this time there was a loyal subordinate by his side, never leaving him.

He cast several magic tricks on his left arm before suppressing the surging black aura.

"How could I leave my master?" Since Martin defected from the Barria Empire, Jackson no longer called Martin "His Highness", but called the title "Master".

"This Jose finally attacked me, but he miscalculated this time. He didn't expect that I had already ambushed many means, just waiting for him to do it. Hey! Wait until I become a holy rank and then take action? This is just a sound of numbing others. But Jackson, how did you know to use the holy scroll of that holy rank to trap Jose?" Martin gasped.

"Master, I don't know," Jackson shook his head.

"Then you..." Martin was shocked.

"It was Monroe who told me that he gave me the scroll of the holy rank and told me to rush back immediately, saying that the old master... Jose may be against you," Jackson said.

"It's him..." Martin was stunned.

"Monroe gave me something and asked me to give it to you. And he told me that his mission had been completed and he returned to the place he should go. And the owner of this thing was the last time he helped you, and from then on, he will draw a line with you. You will not owe each other and will never have any connections anymore," Jackson said, handing over a doll-like thing in his hand to Martin.

Martin subconsciously took the doll, and his face turned white, and the numbness from his arms made him dizzy.

It was his favorite toy when he was a child, a statue of the knight given to him by his father at that time, who is now his uncle, as a gift for his third birthday.

The statue was engraved with a white horse knight holding a spear, roaring towards the distance, preparing to launch a fierce, unyielding attack. The whole sculpture was finely crafted, especially the charm, and the image of a knight was vividly portrayed in a very vivid way.

Loyalty, honor, sacrifice, heroism, compassion, spirit, honesty, justice...

This is the enlightenment of Martin's martial arts practice when he was a child. It is this statue that started his journey of cultivation.

Now that he was in his hand, scenes of childhood flashed through Martin's mind. If happiness is an experience, then his childhood is so wonderful; if happiness is a page full of memories, then his childhood has long been accumulated into thick books.

It turned out that Monroe had known his plan with Jose and understood their suspicion of his identity. Now Monroe must have returned to Baria III and ended his undercover career for more than ten years with Martin. As the right-hand man who Baria III trusted the most, Monroe and the deceased Nicholas, the great magician Curry and Evans were all relied on Baria III. Just like the Sith and Ron now, war and hardship have forged their friendship, and even no amount of wind and rain can erode a little.

Maybe now they have gathered together and have started the celebration at this time.

But none of this matters, because the things sent by Baria III deeply attracted Martin now.

The last time I helped me?

He knew Jose’s relationship with me, so did he ask Monroe to help me the last time? He gave me this toy to end the years of harmony, so we will never have any relationship again...

Martin's tears finally dripped, wetting the doll in his hand. He didn't know what blurred his eyes, whether it was tears or something that made it difficult for him to breathe.

He quickly reached out and wiped his eyes dry, pressing everything in his heart, because all of this was caused by himself, and sadness, depression and regret were meaningless. More importantly, his biological father was searching for him somewhere so that he could get him and sacrifice his body that was about to become a holy rank.

Perhaps even he himself could not understand why no matter how he wiped it, he could not erase the sad haze?

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The thin raindrops outside the window hit the edges and corners, making a crisp "slap" sound, but to Ron, it sounded like ice that was difficult to melt, trembling with air conditioning in his heart.

"So, have you now restored your original level of ninth level cultivation?" Ron suddenly said.

"Yes, Zhuo Dong became an adult shortly after the incident in Baiyue City. We have regained our freedom and have the original strength," Derek said.

"The same is true for Lanni? A level nine-level Lanni died so easily. Why is that? Do you know the inside story?" Ron's tone suddenly became low and he said word by word.

Derek stared at the raindrops outside the window and seemed to be thinking about something. He waited until he heard Ron's words and said with a hint of embarrassment: "Captain, I'm just guessing..."

"Speak directly!" Ron shouted softly.

"Lanny, it may have been killed by Zhuodong," Derek said, his face becoming much more serious at this time.

Ron's face did not change, as if he had known the information long ago. But his right hand tightly held Keanu's spear and made a creaking sound. Derek and Lis could tell from Ron's white finger joints that Ron must be extremely upset at this time.

What really made them feel different was the faint aura that came out of Ron.

The breath filled the air with Ron's emotions. Even if Ron deliberately controlled it, he could not hide the power hidden in it. Even at the peak of level nine, they felt fear from this power. And Keanu spear made a buzzing response sound in this breath, like a living pet, making a pleasant sound with the owner's emotions.

This is the first time that the magician and his wife have seen this holy weapon that is famous in the Magic Continent. This spear has established a huge reputation with Ron in a short period of time. It was originally just a divine weapon and weapon circulated in the Dragon Clan. It is known to everyone in the mainland at this time.

The magician and his wife felt a little sudden. They could not have imagined that in just a few months, their seemingly ordinary captain had undergone such a drastic change. But when they saw the faint Wia that Ron inadvertently emitted, they still understood the reasons.

"It turns out that the captain has reached such a level," the couple thought at the same time.

The Derek and his wife looked at each other, and their wife Lis nodded to Derek. Derek said slowly: "Captain, we are familiar with the identity of Sith, and so is Zhuo Dong. In the entire mercenary team, you don't know the captain, and you don't need to know the inside story."

"Is this your agreement?" Ron asked suddenly.

Derek shook his head and said, "Captain, we are afraid. We are afraid that once this matter spreads, it will cause greater trouble. We are even more afraid that these things will bring you danger. You must know that after years of life together, we have recognized your identity as the captain of the mercenary team. This is not because of your strength, but because of your personality, your personality, and what you do among us. From the back of the first charge in every battle to the last sweeping the battlefield at the end of each battle, we masters who were originally at the peak of level nine have begun to get used to being protected by you and obeying your orders. Therefore, this is also our common concern and concern, and it is also the reason why we have reached this tacit understanding."

"Your words made me feel a bigger and more complicated situation," Ron sighed.

"Okay, I think this matter is indeed getting more and more complicated. But Captain, I hope you can understand that although we and Laney were both captured by Zhuodong's father, that is, Francisco, we don't have much resentment in our hearts. On the contrary, as we have been with Zhuodong and Captain for so long, we even have some friendships. These friendships make us forget our beginnings and focus on raising Zhuodong. He is Francisco's son, but we all treat him like you, like Captain, and treat him as your descendant," Derek said in affirmatively.

"I can believe this." Looking at the couple in front of me, Ron couldn't help but think of the past in Baiyue City. Many things are not described in words. They can only rely on time to leave traces of indelible and change in their hearts.

"For Lanni, he discovered that when Zhuo Dong was running the Dou Qi, he would emit a faint aura. This aura was somewhat similar to the aura of his father that Lanni knew, so he paid attention to Zhuo Dong's family," said Derek.

"So this is the origin of their grudges!" Ron sighed, "Then what you said about Zhuo Dong killing Lanni..."

"It's because of this," Derek took out a scroll and placed it respectfully in front of Ron.

As soon as the scroll was taken out, a fresh breath came to my face, just like the breeze brought by Lanny walking past Ron's eyes.
Chapter completed!