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"promise"

Gargamel was puzzled.

"Yes. The demon clan does not have a good reputation in the entire continent, but we cannot remain confined to the uncivilized little place of the Demon Abyss without contacting the outside world and advancing with the times. Therefore, the Moon Demon, Shadow Demon and other clans The Demon King paid a huge price and reached an agreement with all the tribes on the mainland. Each generation sent their heirs to the mainland to conceal their identities for training. However, the informed leaders of the tribes could not tell the identities of these heirs, which would affect their practice. .”

Augustine sighed softly and exhaled a thick breath.

Now that he has calmed down, although he still does not intend to let go of the dragons who are causing trouble for him, he has accepted and relieved Hall's death to a certain extent.

Naturally, he knows very well about the son he raised. Hall has been sensitive and jealous since he was a child. These recent incidents must have caused a greater psychological burden on him, causing him to be unable to live calmly when he sees Gargamel again.

Augustine's mocking smile could almost completely guess Hall's psychology. He just felt that without Gargamel, he would be his only heir, and he would ask for anything from him.

This is all the result of him being too doting on Hall over the years, and he can't blame others.

"Witch, from now on I will only have you. Please don't say anything about wanting to be a pure human being."

Walking up to Gargamel and patting him on the shoulder, Augustine showed more obvious fatherly love than before, as if they were father and son who had been in love for more than ten years and had a good relationship.

Gargamel twitched his lips and didn't answer, but he thought it was true.

"What about the Dragon Clan? They seem to have broken up with each other now. Will it affect your status in Duolun?"

Thinking of Perotina, Gargamel asked this question seemingly casually.

Augustine, who thought Gargamel was caring about him, felt somewhat relieved for a moment.

"The Dragon Clan's style has changed since I was criticized by the God of Creation a long time ago. It's good that they will cause trouble for me, but it should be impossible to attack Duolun with force."

"Like this"

Gargamel looked at Augustine suspiciously, and was deeply suspicious of him saying that dragons should not use force instead of using their brains.

"No doubt, that's right. We have to use wisdom to pry Augustine from his throne."

Bolton touched his smooth chin and realized that all his beard had been shaved off under the supervision of his wife.

"But cousin, our dragon clan relies on fists to fight, but relies on brains to defeat the enemy. Why does this sound so unreliable?"

Dylan frowned, feeling that he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

"This is still a rule set by the patriarch in the era of the Creator God.

At that time, our dragon clan was extremely brave, all of us were strong and had bad tempers, and we liked to use our fists whenever anything happened. Once, the fierce tribesmen caused a big trouble. The leader of the tribe who was beaten and cried actually communicated with the gods of his tribe and reported it to the God of Creation. Then everyone from the Lord Dragon God to the dragons in the lower world received severe criticism. .

The God of Creation said that it is the behavior of a warrior to only use his fists for everything. Smart dragons should use their wisdom to win, so that the opponent can not only defeat us dragons, but also cannot use their brains. The loser will be convinced. The words of the Creator God were unanimously recognized by our entire clan. From then on, if it is not something that involves the fundamental race, we will defeat each other through our brains, and we will not use the strength of the whole clan to fight in groups.

Of course, you little dragons can just have small fights. "

Bolton spoke with emotion to these modern dragons about the past, and his gestures seemed to suggest that he was scolding Fang Qiu, as if he had really experienced that era and had the experience of creation.

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Like God’s teachings. In fact, he heard all this from his father, Chogoris, who heard it from his grandfather, and so on.

The expression on Perotina's face, who was standing at the back, was so wonderful that it was hard to describe.

Why did she find it so strange that the God of Creation would say such things?

Next to him, Heller couldn't hold back his laughter for a long time and burst out laughing, causing Pelotina to fly over with a glare.

"Why are you laughing? Didn't you hear? Dragon God has been criticized and he doesn't know how to wake up."

Heller's face stopped smiling, but his eyes were still full of smiles that were about to overflow.

"You have criticized me for many things, but I don't mind. Moreover, I am willing to follow your teachings and make improvements every time."

After saying this, Heller turned into a good baby, with a look of reminiscence on his face, and his eyes were staring at something.

Perotina pouted, feeling a little unhappy.

She doesn't want to be the God of Creation, and she doesn't want people around her to treat her as one. This will make her feel that she is not the same as herself.

Heller, who had been paying all his attention to Perotina, immediately noticed the change in her mood and adjusted his expression. Just as Heller was about to say something to Perotina, Bolton over there shouted hello. Perotina passed.

"Little Peipei, come here quickly, uncle hasn't taken a good look at you yet."

Bolton was talking happily when Perotina and the others came. If Dylan hadn't interrupted to ask questions, he might not have been able to find Perotina when he was surrounded by dragons.

Now that his own little niece is here, he naturally loses interest in gossiping with those rough guys.

Perotina was a little hesitant when she was suddenly called.

She came over with Heller to take a look because she heard that Bolton and the others had entered the palace and was worried about them. Then she met Dylan and Felix on the way who were heading towards the stronghold together.

But in fact, she was not ready to meet her mother's family, especially her mother's brother, his uncle Burton.

Perotina was coy, but Bolton, who had a bold personality, was not coy. Seeing that his delicate little niece was slowly moving forward, he simply pushed aside the dragons surrounding him and walked to Perotina.

"what"

Bolton's big face suddenly came close to Perotina, startling her.

"Oh, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, uncle just wants to take a closer look at our little Peipei. My eyes are a bit blurred by that Augustine guy, and I haven't recovered yet."

With that said, Bolton stepped back a little and no longer felt the pressure as strong as Perotina's, and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

"Uncle, your eyes are very fragile. Touching this and that with your hands can easily make them dirty. You can't rub your eyes directly."

Perotina raised her hand and grabbed Bolton's thick arm, pulled it down, and lowered his body again.

"Uncle, please open your eyes wide and let me take a look at your eyes. I grew up in the forest, and I have a lot of medicine to treat confusion and infection, which should be able to help your eyes return to normal."

With that said, Perotina began to look at Bolton's eyes.

But Bolton, a man who was used to being rough, was being manipulated by his delicate and frail little niece. When he felt small hands touching his face and opening his eyes, he felt that his heart was completely soft.

He controlled himself to breathe softly, fearing that he would scare the little girl in front of him by breathing too hard. At the same time, an idea was forming in his mind, thinking that he must have a good talk with his wife after returning home.

That is, giving birth to a cute little daughter.