"Godslayer, you know this message."

"The will of the world, the god who carries out destruction and killing in the form of a dragon." Debdalah told the information he knew.

"And this sword is made of the dragon scales of that god."

Narnia told a lie.

And this lie was fabricated by Yoel. If the owner of the scales, Ankora Clay, knew of such a lie, he might even clamor for the dragon crystal as compensation for the curse.

"It turns out that this sword blade has such an origin, no wonder it is so magical." Debdala sighed.

"Although the origin of the blade is mysterious, it mainly depends on the user." Narnia affirmed Debala in words, and then continued: "This blade inherits the darkness. When he absorbs enough darkness,

time, convenience

It will drive users to grow.”

This is indeed a seventh-level magic weapon and the power of this magic sword.

"If this is the case, the negotiation conditions between the two parties have been established. I am a little curious as to why you don't take away my magic sword... You should be able to do it."

Narnia, who can control the magic dragon, can indeed take away the magic sword, and judging from the secrets he knows, he could have "made a fortune silently", so why is he necessary?

"This blade is conscious. It is the same as Bradley. It has chosen you. If anyone can replace you, it will only be the descendants of McGee's bloodline." Narnia revealed.

"I would like to ask a question, can you continue to summon the dragon?" Debdala asked.

"I can also seek help from the magic dragon Thorage twice. This is the friendship owed by Thorage in ancient times." Narnia said bluntly, "And I am willing to give you a chance."

Debdala was a little moved, and he advised: "If we unite, we may not need the help of the magic dragon."

Although it concerns his mother, Debdala does not think it is necessary for the other party to pay so much for him.

Summoning a magic dragon can be of great use if needed.

"We all have a purpose."

"Purpose."

"Destroy the Holy Empire, and then build a brand new one!" Narnia's childish voice became deeper.

Debdala fixed his eyes on him. This young man, who was not very tall, had become tall and stalwart unconsciously.

Slowly, Debdala came back to his senses and said with a wry smile: "I... have no plans to build a brand new empire. This is not what ordinary people think."

"In this world, inequality between classes is the source of contradictions. The Holy Empire always uses absolute power to maintain this balance, but I think this is wrong. The tribal people have become the cheapest tools, and their

It exists only as an early warning for the outer reaches of the territory, and they are not even allowed to master magic."

As the son of a duke, Debdalah was not in the Holy Empire but in a remote small country. But he clearly understood the affairs of the tribe. The greatest significance of the existence of the tribe to the territory was early warning and labor.

Everything seems to be determined when a person is born. If you are born into a tribe, you need to defend yourself from the incoming ferocious beasts for nobles you have never met, or even unknown nobles.

"I want to build an empire and an equal country. Even if conflicts still break out after the construction, I want to give it a try..." Narnia said sincerely.

"Do you know the definition of a conservation knight?"

"Conservation does not mean guarding balance. McGee was once the executioner of the Dark Empire and the guardian of the law. He used that sword to harvest the blood of darkness."

Having said this, Narnia stretched out her hand and made an invitation to Debdallah, "Can you become my knight? Just like McGee once was."

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of his eyes, Debdala fell silent.

He is not a hero, nor does he have the idea of ​​a hero like Narnia.

The reason why he wants to destroy the Holy Empire is just for revenge, nothing more.

But...it seems not bad to do something meaningful when seeking revenge.

At least this feeling of being recognized by others made Debdala not refuse. On the road of revenge against the Holy Empire, he was already going to extremes. In this case, why not use a more extreme way, maybe open up a new one?

The empire is the greatest revenge against the Holy Empire.

Debdarara stretched out his hand and held it with Narnia.

"I am not a smart person, and your decision may be a mistake." Debdala expressed this.

"Me too on that point," Narnia said with a smile.

"I have a question, why are you here to protect such a noble?"

Debdallah looked at the noble castle behind Narnia.
Chapter completed!