Young Dragon Breeding Program

, engraved with the name: Ivan Gnaut.

Duran caught it, and asked with wide eyes: "What is this? Is it the evidence left before each murder?"

"Of course not." Evan Gnart directly refuted him without thinking, "It should be said... something similar to a business license issued by the Assassin's Guild, including copper, silver, gold, crystal and purple ore five A badge level. Now you should understand, I will never betray my promise."

Duran wanted to laugh again.He found that this person was so straightforward and cute.

How long has it been since there was no one to play around with?

He put away the gold medal, and the figure of Loren suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt a headache.Turning around and looking up, sure enough, the silver-haired child was lying on the high balcony railing, motionless, staring in his direction.

The black-haired young man followed his gaze, stayed for two seconds, and quickly looked away.

Duran turned around and chanted the spell, as if hearing an order, the skeletons dug up the soil and got in together.There was a mess on the ground, and the pinky bones that some skeletons had unfortunately forgotten were dropped.In fact, if Duran was not a very evil capitalist who often urged Paddy to clean up, he would not be so clean and tidy on weekdays.

"Okay, let's go."

"Yeah." The other party didn't say much, and left with a nod.

Until the black figure disappeared, the child on the balcony climbed over the railing and jumped down—it was not the window sill in the corridor on the first floor, but jumped from the top floor.Almost at the moment of jumping down, Loren recovered his original shape, slowed down the falling speed with the help of the air and the cushioning force of the wings, and then flew to Duran's side with flapping wings.

Before he could stand still and put away his bone wings, Loren felt a pain in his head and flinched.

"How many times have I told you?" Duran gasped, wishing he could tap him a few more times, "Are your ears just for decoration!? Don't play such a dangerous game! Don't!"

"I'm ten years old, and I can control my wings well..." Loren said aggrievedly, "What are you worried about, Mom?"

"Oh, so you're ten years old—"

The drawn-out tone suddenly dawned on Dulan, and then Dulan's face changed, becoming very ugly: "Then, do I need to remind you, what is the concept of ten years old to the Dragon Clan?"

Just a fraction of a year, like ten days, or more exaggeratedly, ten hours.

"No, Mom, I'm sorry."

Loren's soft voice is hard to offend.

"By the way, who is that person?" Loren immediately changed the subject after playing pitifully, "That strange person with black clothes, black hair and black eyes. What are you talking about?"

Duran hummed, thinking about how to answer.

"The one who will fight me in three days' time."

"Is it great?"

"not bad."

"you know?"

"I don't know." Duran looked at him, "You seem to be very interested in him?"

"I just think that person looks familiar..." Loren murmured.The old image became clear for a second, but in the blink of an eye, the inspiration disappeared and the image was blurred again, "Huh... I can't remember where I saw it..."

chapter seven duel

Generally speaking, anyone who hears about an assassin fighting a mage is definitely one of the funniest things in the world.Some strange notion exists in people's imaginations, as if the scene must have been as follows.

"God of Light, listen to my prayer and summon..."

The mantra stops at this moment forever.

Then there is no more.

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"That person will definitely not come."

Loren seemed so convinced that he followed Duran to state his point of view.Got a disapproving response.He discovered the frightening truth, who Evan Gnart was—he remembered.But he was determined not to tell Duran, let alone give Duran a chance to know.

why?Loren didn't know it himself. After thinking about it, she probably didn't want her mother's attention to be distracted.

Loren racked his brains to think of countermeasures.

No matter where Duran goes these days, there will always be a follower behind him, talking, talking, and talking.Mom, are you tired? Mom, stop fighting, okay? Mom, you can’t beat him. Mom, why don’t you answer me? Mom, are you planning to leave me alone...

Enough is enough!

Duran lay prone on the wall, slowly slid down from the wall, and fell to the ground like a dead body.The knocking on the door outside the study rang one after another, calculating the duration, it must have been at least half an hour.

Don't guess what a child is thinking, you won't be able to figure it out after guessing.

He sighed and went to open the door. Loren outside was stunned for a moment, and then exclaimed overjoyed: "Mom..."

"Have you got nothing to do?" Duran looked down at the silver-haired child, "Go practice! Go read! Or play tricks on Paddy!"

"Mom, I worry about you!"

"You think I'm going to lose to that guy, don't you?" Duran said angrily, took out the gold medal and threw it up, then took it back into his hand, "Is it possible that an assassin with half a bucket of water can easily defeat him?" Do I think highly of him, or do I look down on me too much?" To put it bluntly, he even had a crystal medal decades ago.

Obviously speechless, Loren opened his mouth for a while and said, "But, but..."

"Do not worry."

Dulan pointed out the door: "Now, go out."

Loren gave him a sad look before leaving.For some reason, the wet eyes made Duran feel guilty.But he immediately felt that this was completely unnecessary, he couldn't let this child ride on his head, and even take care of his own private affairs, and if this continued, the authority of the parents would be swept away sooner or later.

It was an unshakable principle in Duran's education that if someone offered you a duel and you avoided it—especially if you agreed, it would be a shame that would last a lifetime.

He will lose?joke.

Although Loren hoped that Evan Gnart would be a villain who broke his promise, but the latter was not what he wanted.In the early morning of the third day, around five o'clock, the sky was not yet fully bright.Loren got up early and found that the opposite side of the stained-glass window was extremely dark, and hurriedly ran to the empty terrace to look into the distance with the thought of rejoicing.

Seeing this, Loren's expression changed slightly.Because a slender figure appeared in his field of vision, wearing black clothes and gloves, with black hair and eyes.Maybe it was because of the contrast, the face looked fairer and clearer.

Without expression, he raised his head and looked straight in Loren's direction.

Their eyes met again.

This person must not know who he is.Loren thought to himself, but he knew who he was, and Duran should know too.But sometimes Duran's memory is really not very good.

It seemed that the black-haired young man had been waiting for a long time, and his figure seemed to be frozen, standing upright like a pine tree facing the wind.

The minute hand turned at a right angle without knowing it, and the color of the dark hair hardly changed.The silent tension spread across the sky and covered the clouds. Soon, not only will the sun not rise, but an even more terrifying climate will usher in.

The black-haired young man stared at the strange situation in the sky, and suddenly frowned.The large black clouds shrouded the sky, passing by and interacting quickly, giving people an extremely bad feeling, like a group of soldiers platooning.No matter how dull you are, you will not naively think that this is a natural change.If the reaction is slower, there is no cure at all.

Duran had already shot ahead of him.

There was a bit of weirdness and a little anger on the face of the black-haired young man.The so-called duel, theoretically speaking, is similar to "surreptitious attack without warning", or "the duelist hides in the dark", which are all illegal behaviors.

It never occurred to him that duelists would not pay any attention to the rules of duels.

The storm is coming.The weather was terrible, rumbling thunder exploded in my ears, and the thick dark clouds flashed for a moment, like a sharp sharp edge, suddenly, a knife split the night sky.Where is the mage hiding? With this question in mind, the black-haired young man glanced up, down, left, and right, and when he saw the rows of towers behind the magnificent castle, he suddenly had some ideas in his mind.If he couldn't lock the scope of the mage, he would definitely lose this battle, otherwise, he had great hopes.

It is impossible to stand outside and wait to be a target.

The only way out now is to break into the castle.

Thinking so, the black-haired youth disappeared from the spot in a flash.The heavy iron door was opened, as if to let him in.However, the expected undead army did not appear.He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Duran was persuaded, and gave up the idea of ​​crowd tactics.Unexpectedly, it was actually replaced by——

Something more disgusting.

The black-haired young man silently looked at the rotting corpses in front of him. Compared with the skeleton soldiers with flexible consciousness in the Undead Legion, these monsters that came from all directions and whose human skin had not completely faded were obviously experimental products that had not been transformed. .

Just looking at it makes me sick to my stomach.

Hand up, knife down.

The dark-haired youth discovered that simply cutting off the limbs of carrion corpses could render them unable to stand up again.Because they can't be resurrected quickly, let alone have the ability to act independently, they can only act by the manipulation of the mage.Even so, the black-haired young man still finds it unbearable, the meat that exudes a pungent smell, the white eyeballs covered with red silk, and the sticky and thick bad blood, occasionally get it on his body.This is really terrifying for a person with a slight cleanliness.

The damn mage must be playing with him!

The black-haired young man came to such a conclusion, forced a bloody path, and rushed towards the tower.There are plenty of towers here, but no one can stop him with his speed and determination.

East?

The direction in which the dark clouds moved pointed out the way for him.

Duran was bored on the top of the tower, counting the minutes and seconds, and couldn't help being surprised at the slow action of the black-haired youth.All current assassins have this quality?Obviously he didn't do anything, just waited for someone to come over, but it turned out to be so inefficient...

After a while, Duran heard someone running this way.

A few seconds later, Duran saw his angry opponent.

"you……"

Dulan was about to ask him why he was so slow, but he interrupted him: "Do you have to use such a low-level method?" The black-haired young man looked a little dirty, as if he had experienced a scuffle, "This has already It doesn't deserve to be called a duel!"

Dulan was startled, his mind went blank, and he couldn't understand what argument he was based on.

It smells like rotting meat...

Duran pinched his nose with his hands, his handsome face twisted slightly.This is one of the smells he hates the most, and at the same time, it is also the most familiar smell.After a dead person oxidizes and decays, he usually emits this terrible smell from the inside out.He just used the tower as a duel arena, and planned to use thunderstorms to lure his opponents here.It's really not him who did the extra things.

Since it wasn't his order, who released the untransformed corpse?

In fact, this is a very simple question.Duran sighed secretly, but didn't bother to explain.It doesn't matter what he thinks if he doesn't do it.Duran took a step back, leaned towards the window on the top of the building, and waved instantly.

Something broke out of the ground—

Yiwen jumped up, just in time to see many five-foot-high spikes of soil protruding out. If he took a step later, he would definitely be pierced through.

Before the mage made the next move, Ivan threw the dagger over, but Duran dodged it sideways, and stabbed deeply on the wooden box behind him.In this way, he got a buffer opportunity.The distance between the two is very close, but there are many miscellaneous objects between them.Fortunately, Yiwen's skills were more than enough to deal with it, and he drew his sword and stabbed it. In such a narrow space, even goblins could not escape the attack.

The ground touched by the sword tip was as hard as steel, stronger than a stone wall.Ivan's eyes widened, and he found that it was a completely transparent barrier, except for the fluctuations in the air, there was no trace of it.No wonder Duran would be so leisurely, probably because of the relationship with the personal enchantment.

Ivan began to stab violently with his double swords.

Of course not only that.A faint blue flame floated up all over his body, attached to the weapon, and suddenly became much fiercer.As his attack accelerated, the elemental fluctuations became more and more intense, and signs of cracking appeared on the surface of the barrier.

Seeing this, Duran stretched out his hand to reach the inside of the barrier, and the continuous magic power instantly repaired the crack.

He stared at the pure black eyes, as if provocative.

The soil thorns on the ground have retreated and broke out from the new foothold.So Ivan had to change his position, and while dodging, he sent out flame bombs and hit the barrier.Duran's situation is similar to his. It can be said that they are all doing two things at once.

Wasn't it just for the excitement of the moment that he deliberately chose a battlefield with no room for detours, and a close combat that he was not so good at?

Duran was very excited, but his mind was calm.

Duran holds a crystal in his left palm, which can help him save mana properly, and more importantly, avoid many cumbersome spells; there is a sharp dagger hidden in his right sleeve.Fighting assassins doesn't take long to prepare.The barrier was shaken violently, and he reckoned that the fire had come, and he allowed the barrier to break and be pulverized.Ivan saw the opportunity and rushed over, almost sure that he saw the scene of victory.

For a moment, a cold silver light flashed in front of Duran's eyes.

Ivan approached his body like a ghost, so fast that people couldn't react. He grabbed his head with one hand and pressed it against the window lattice, making Duran almost fall down.You only need to push the blade against Duran's neck one more point to cut his throat.Duran had no choice but to look up, and his relaxed smile made Ivan feel bad.

He actually looks confident?

At the moment when Ivan was in doubt, Duran raised his right hand and stabbed him hard in the heart.

Such a simple strategy, but it never gets tired of.When Duran watched Ivan fall, he showed an incredible expression, as if he didn't realize his purpose until the end, and couldn't help being a little dumb.This guy is very strong, no matter what, he is higher than a gold medal-level assassin, but it's a pity that his brain is not so good.

Dulan sat quietly for a while, straightened his back, and pushed the black-haired young man lying in his arms away.Then he heard the sound of someone stepping on the stairs, stepping on the stairs.

Loren rushed up and took a few breaths.

"Huh..." Loren caught a glimpse of Evan Gnart in a pool of blood, and felt relieved, "Huh... that's great, huh... Mom, you beat him! I knew it!" He cheered and ran over to drag He picked up Yiwen's feet and pulled them out.

"What are you doing?" Duran asked, frowning.

"Collect the corpse."

Duran said slowly, "Did I say he died?"

Facing Loren's surprised eyes, Duran shook his head: "I know my strength the best. As for whether he can survive, it is his own problem. I can only say that he is not dead yet. .”

"So what do we do?" Loren asked.

"Let's take it back first."

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chapter eight afterwards

Duran moved the half-dead to the bed in the empty guest room.He couldn't use healing techniques, so he had to simply bandage up his wound, ignoring even the level of disinfection, and wait for him to recover by himself.

Looking back, I saw Loren poking and pulling the door.

Duran came out and closed the door, and left the guest room with Loren, and came to the main hall on the first floor.The originally clean and tidy floor tiles were covered with red and black unknown things, messy and smelly everywhere, and Dulan's eyebrows were deeply tangled into a figure eight immediately.Loren covered her face, including her nose and mouth, with her hands.

Duran's face looked like a widow who had just finished a funeral, which made Loren feel uneasy. He peeked through his fingers, guessing the reprimand that might come next.

"Don't do that next time."

Contrary to Loren's expectation, Duran stayed for a moment uncertainly, then walked away, seemingly lacking the mood to care about him.

Not even a lesson?

Even if he messed up Mom's plans?

Loren suddenly thought of the person in the room, and an inexplicable sense of fear rose.He clenched his fists tightly, trying to overcome the emotion that came from nowhere.Nothing, nothing, he reassured himself.

In the middle of the night, the castle was quiet.The disgusting smell subsided slightly, and Paddy worked for most of the night and cleaned the hall.Paddy got a chance to rest, and turned his head yawning unnecessarily, but seeing a tense face, Paddy almost jumped up in fright.

Paddy touched his second left rib and exclaimed in shock, "Oh, you..."

The echoes are loud in the night.For Paddy, it must be no good for Loren to find him.Since it's not a good thing, I definitely don't want the second person to know.Paddy lowered his voice very low: "What do you want from me? This young master."

Loren looked up at him: "Have you checked that guy's room?"

"No, why do you say that?"

"I want to ask you to do something."

Loren stood on tiptoe a little, and told the stooping Paddy something secret.After hearing him clarify his purpose, Paddy hesitated for a while, but still shook his head, rejecting his request very firmly.

"I'm afraid not."

"Why?" Such a straightforward refusal made Loren furious while being surprised.

"Because the master has explained that if you mention something about that person, you cannot listen to it, let alone help." After Paddy finished speaking, he was silent for a while, and then continued, "The master also said that no matter what you said, you must Let him know."

"Did he say that? When did he say that?" Paddy had never seen that before.

"Today," Paddy thought, "about six or seven hours ago."

If that's the case, there's nothing you can do if you're not convinced.Loren hit a soft nail in his hand.But it was impossible for him to go away so easily. "What are you going to tell Mom?" he threatened. "Better be sensible and don't do something stupid!"

As someone who has watched him grow up, Paddy knows Loren's remedial methods well, such as polishing the floor and making his bones suffer repeated blows that nearly shatter him; A dead mouse; for example, making a stumbling block secretly... Another example, just standing there, with a cold and contemptuous gaze, the natural coercion is enough to force him to submit willingly.

On the one hand, the master's instructions are still in his ears; on the other hand, Loren's threats are still vivid in his mind.

Wipe away the cold sweat.

Paddy decided to play it safe.

"I won't say anything." He swore, "I will never say anything, and now you can rest assured. However, that matter is of no help, and this is the only bottom line I have left."

Although he didn't get a satisfactory result, Loren couldn't find any other breakthroughs, so he had to give up.Seeing that his plan was not successful, he died first, he couldn't help snorting, and left with a cold face.

Well, I'll make Paddy look good later on!

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Yiwen's injury did not improve after two days, and he never woke up halfway.This incident didn't surprise or disappoint Duran, he just said: It's up to him.Although the tone was completely indifferent, Paddy could hear the meaning of the difference.After lamenting the changes over the years, he even sighed—the undead suffered so much in the process of transformation. Duran faced him and said the same sentence: It's up to you.

The original Padian lay quietly in the tomb, carrying deep resentment, and later turned into a skeleton mage who was neither human nor ghost, wandering in the shadows all day long.After many years, he could not find traces of human beings on his body; and at some point, he became Duran's servant, accompanying him around.

The yellowed pages, like petals without nutrients, withered quickly in the air.

Duran's fingers curled up and rested on the wooden table, tapping once and for all.The sky outside the window is silver and gray, and soon it will be completely dark, and then light will rise, and the cycle will repeat like this.Human time passes through sunset and sunrise, slowly disappearing...

On the fourth day, when the wounded woke up, Duran leaned against the door and heard his voice weak and hoarse.

"water……"

Duran brought water over, but didn't give it to him, but poured it on his face.

Maybe it was choked into his nose by his rude actions, and there was a violent cough immediately, implicating the injury, which made Ivan's chest soaked in a large swath of crimson red.

When Ivan calmed down slowly, Duran grabbed his collar and forced him to watch him face to face.

"I did that just now to tell you that you are not qualified to make a request." Duran said each word, "Don't forget, you lost your life and soul to me. Now I can do whatever I want. Are you My slave, do you understand?"

Those black eyes were completely silent, without any emotion that they should have.

It looks like a fool.

Dulan was suddenly a little puzzled, and unconsciously relaxed the strength of the opponent, raised his hand and shook it in front of the black-haired young man.The eyes blinked nimbly and did not show any symptoms of dementia.

At this moment, Ivan said lightly: "Yes."

As if to verify that there is really no problem with his brain.

"You just need to understand." Duran got up and poured a glass of water again, "I have to let you understand this: if I let you live, you are alive; if I let you die, you are dead. After all..." He walked away When I came back, I picked up the conversation again, "After all, I am willing to gamble and admit defeat. You have to get used to it in the future, don't you?"

Ivan took the water glass and drank it up in a few sips.

Duran looked at his obviously dissatisfied look: "I won't serve you."

Yiwen sat silently after hearing the words and did nothing.Duran stayed for a while, and couldn't stand his inaction, so he said, "I won't do it, you can do it yourself."

These words were like a decree of pardon issued by the emperor. As soon as it was handed down, Ivan struggled to move his body from the bed, then stood up staggeringly.He staggered a little, like a cripple without a cane.Due to concerns about the wound, his pace was rather slow and very ugly.In the end he drank enough water.

"return."

Evan paused, limped back, and carefully laid down on the bed to rest.

"Who told you to lie down?" Duran said.

Evan sat up stiffly again.

Dulan watched from the beginning to the end, and couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahaha——"

This guy's behavior is too fast to enter the drama.In less than a few minutes, I immediately understood what he meant.If I have to say sorry, Ivan seems to be imitating a puppy that listens to its master.

Ivan stared fixedly at Duran, as if he didn't understand why he was laughing.

Dulan didn't want to toss and break this toy, so he decided to accept it as soon as it was good.There is definitely a good reason for not killing Ivan quickly.First of all, he doesn't mind having one more colleague for Pardi; second, he is happy to find a playmate for Loren so that Loren won't be around him all day.

Letting Loren know something about the outside world from this population should be much more effective than his own unilateral indoctrination.By then, Loren should be yearning for a normal world...

His smile slowly faded.

Ivan watched him get up and leave, close the door, and isolate his back from the world.

chapternine evan

Paddy was absolutely delighted.

It's like a polished commander meeting his first soldier in life,

Although Paddy was not the commander, and Ivan was not his soldier—at best, he was just a colleague—but Paddy seemed to have foreseen a beautiful future.The time of being enslaved is coming to an end, and the time of enslaving others is coming.

"Hehe, I'm Paddy, please take care of each other from now on."

Facing the hypocritical smile of the skeleton man and the pair of five bone claws stretched out in front of him, Ivan hesitated, grasped the cold and slippery touch, and replied: "Okay, please take care of me."

The day when Ivan recovered from his illness was the day when the work officially started.Paddy took it upon himself to conceive of them as a two-person team, one in charge, one in charge, and a mean-spirited boss who would never give him a severance break, one thing in the open/one in the back boss son.The world is full of dangers!Paddy sighed.

Having said that, can you go to work directly without training?

Then let's test the most basic ideological consciousness first!

"Who are you?"

Then Ivan reported his name honestly, and was immediately interrupted by Paddy: "Wrong!" He announced triumphantly, "You are no longer what you used to be. You are the master's slave just like me. "

Yiwen was silent for a moment, nodded, and then said calmly: "...you are right."

What is Ruzi Teachable?Let me state in advance that it is definitely not like the boss's son.Paddy originally thought that this proud young man would resist anyway, but on the contrary, he behaved unusually submissive.Let Paddy find no place to embarrass him.

"Now do the dishes," Paddy commanded smugly.

"Um."

There is a sense of self-satisfaction.Paddy turned his back and snickered a few times.When he turned around again, he saw Yiwen standing there motionless.If it hadn't been for Paddy's lack of eyeballs, he would have tried to blink hard.

Paddy, who came back to his senses, asked angrily, "Why didn't you go to the kitchen to wash the dishes?!"

"I'm back."

"..."

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Dulan was sitting in the study, holding the little boy in his arms with his right hand, and turning the pages of the book with his left hand. "What about the name Annie?" He felt good when he saw the name of the heroine, and turned to ask Loren.

Loren seemed uninterested: "Well...fortunately, there is no problem."

"It's a little too ordinary..."

The recent mental fluctuations are unusually strong, it seems that a little guy is about to wake up.Duran thought, if the second egg gave birth to a female dragon, then he had to accept this reality.Just in case, it's better to pick a few more girly names that you like.To this end, he made a long list of candidates, and crossed out the unsatisfactory ones one by one, leaving only names that are easy to understand, easy to write, and full of meaning.

After thinking about it, Durance still couldn't make a decision among Annie, Audrey, and Alisa.He stroked Loren's hair casually, and found that the latter was unexpectedly lethargic, and even yawned greatly.

Are you bored?

Duran put him down, raised his eyebrows, and signaled that he was free to leave.

"Go and take a nap."

Loren raised his head and blinked his silver eyes at Duran.

Duran stared at him for a while, seeing that he still didn't answer, and didn't understand what it meant.The thinking of the two is obviously not on the same level.It wasn't until Loren pursed his lips in frustration, leaned close to Duran's face, and kissed him quickly, that Duran slowly came to his senses.

It turned out to be like this...

But forget about good morning kisses and good night kisses, do you even have to kiss good afternoon?Dulan wiped away the remaining traces of saliva on his cheeks, looked at the cheerfully smiling Loren in puzzlement, watched the little boy disappear, and closed the door of the study.

Loren swept away the sleepy posture just now, and quickly ran down the stairs, looking around without seeing anyone.Then he ran outside, inspecting the non-existent garden and the tower behind the mountain, and found the traces of Ivan and Paddy.Paddy opened and closed his jaw in an air of superiority, and finally patted Evan on the shoulder for encouragement.

Loren was standing not far from them, and was about to go over and ask what they were talking about, but Paddy suddenly turned and walked this way, but he didn't see himself behind the old tree.Loren suddenly changed his mind and cast an invisibility spell to stay where he was.

"So, do it well."

After a long speech, Paddy made concluding remarks.

Evan nodded expressionlessly.

They walked on for a few steps, the conversation becoming more audible to Loren. "By the way, there is one more thing you must know..." Paddy suddenly turned his head.For a moment Loren thought he was looking at himself, but in fact, that gaze looked at Ivan with seriousness, "There are some places here that you can't set foot in."

"Where?" Evan asked.

"For example, the corridor on the third floor, the cellar—" Paddy changed his joking tone, "Don't be too nervous, you know, the master needs private space occasionally."

"I understand, please rest assured."

As he said that, Ivan glanced at the bare tree inadvertently. The land was so barren that he couldn't tell what species it was.There was no one under the tree, so he looked away.

Ivan was not very surprised when he saw Duran,

How can you be surprised when you know in advance who you are meeting?

But the existence of Loren was a very unexpected thing for him.Has the person in my memory already had a child in the past ten years?Judging by that attitude, it seems that only his own son would treat him like this.

The duel was something he did on purpose, leaving aside the influence of memory, as a fellow in a certain sense, being able to fight a top expert is enough to be gratifying.The result did deal him a heavy blow, however, it was somewhat expected.Life?He never put his own life in his heart, this bet is still affordable.soul?He has no faith and doesn't care who he betrays to.

During dinner, Ivan was called to the dining room and looked at the few two people at the long table.The pretty boy on the upper left didn't even look at him, just lowered his head to poke his food.The young parent directly above put down the newspaper in his hand and smiled at him with a smile on his face.

"Oh, here you are, sit down."

After Dulan finished speaking, he quickly turned his attention back to the newspaper, and muttered like an old man: "Oh, the changes in the past few decades have been really great. Thanks to this Nazi Daily, this terrible world has not been abandoned. And me……"

Yiwen looked around in confusion.But in fact, there was no one around, only Loren glanced over inadvertently.

Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, Duran sneered softly: "What's the matter with you? I'm a black-robed mage, not a perverted mage, and I definitely don't have the tendency to abuse for no reason. As long as you work honestly, the rest will be fine. , what should be done." He held his head up and signaled, "Come here, anyway, Loren will definitely not be able to finish eating by himself."

This is honest.The dishes on the table are very strange in style, with three vegetarian dishes and two meat dishes.Ivan had never seen such a novel food before, and since the owner spoke, he sat down and tasted it, and it was delicious. Thinking that it was made by Dulan himself, he couldn't help being amazed.

"How do you feel?" Duran asked.

"Very well," Evan replied unadorned.

Nobody refuses a compliment, and Duran is no exception.The spring-like smile deepened a little, like the warm breath blowing from the beach, showing how happy he was.For so many years, Ivan was the second person to taste his craft-but about this, the person concerned may not know it.In short, this skill has slowly turned into fun. For Duran, being able to make pastries with excellent flavor and flavor is also an art.

Dulan smiled and said: "This is a special food of an oriental country. It looks a bit strange, but it's good to get used to it. It seems to be a country called...Yao... well, it's as far away as half the ocean. Coming here will inevitably lose its original flavor.”

"With all due respect, your craftsmanship is really good, so don't underestimate yourself."

"yes?"

"Indeed."

"Then my hard work has paid off." Duran said happily, "Let's eat more."

"Hmph!" Before Ivan could answer again, Loren turned his head unbearably and snorted heavily.

Duran raised his eyebrows, not understanding why Loren was making a fuss.