Chapter 1923 Reappearance in the Human World

Does that old guy Carter Horton really not know how to start a war?

I can't be as calm as Simmons Locke about this matter.

In my opinion, Carter Horton is a complete speculator. As long as there is an opportunity, he will definitely seize it.

It is said that his son, Carter Scott, who is currently missing, is conducting non-humanitarian experiments. Perhaps when Scott's experiment is successful, it will be the day when Airei City declares war on Zephyr Continent.

But I no longer have time to care about those trivial matters. Bakar's words are still in my ears. What is the gear of fate, and what will be the fate of the world?

These questions with a huge amount of information kept lingering in my mind, forcing my brain to start working at high load, and then it became hot and hot, and then I became confused, dizzy, and fell into a downtime state.

After resting for a whole night, I calmed down and lay on the bed, quietly looking at the changing scenery outside the window. At this time, I stopped thinking and just enjoyed a moment of tranquility.

When I was approaching Fort Vicky, I took inventory of my belongings. Apart from the items I gave to Simmons Locke as a thank you gift, there were still quite a few treasures left, enough to give gifts and fill my private coffers.

After getting off the airship, I ordered people to transport the coffins, ancient documents, and disaster records back to the palace in batches. I took a small amount of treasures with me and set off from the avenue in a grand manner, heading straight to the palace.

After entering the palace, we first greeted the Dwarf King and the Goblin King. Then, using the excuse of discussing important matters with me, the three of us wandered around the palace, wandering around and around until we entered the forbidden area.

In fact, the three of us are not prohibited from entering the forbidden area, but it is working time now, and the two kings cannot leave their positions without permission, so they can only temporarily avoid the constraints of the rules by discussing important matters with me.

There was only one reason for this - they were looking forward to seeing the remains of the rumored Holy King, Philed Alexander.

I understand the thoughts of these two kings very well. They have no interest in things like death without stiffness or corpse preservation. They simply want to see whether the remains of Fred Alexander are intact or have decayed to some extent. degree.

In other words, they just want to join in the fun and temporarily take their attention away from the busy life of kings.

In the secret room, Master Dewey and Master Hall were busy sorting out historical documents and disaster records. Seeing the three of us coming, Master Dewey called us over to help without even thinking.

I'm okay, I'm wearing a brand new sweatshirt, which is very suitable for handling and organizing work, but the two kings are not so good. They are all made of gold and jade silk, and there is a gold jewelry crown weighing more than ten kilograms on their heads. Not suitable for physical work.

But who is Master Dewey? How dare the two kings not listen to him?

Looking at each other helplessly, the two kings took off their royal robes, took off their crowns, rolled up their sleeves, and began to carry it together.

This busy work lasted all morning.

After finishing their work, the Goblin King, Master Dewey and Master Hall were so tired that they collapsed on the ground and didn't even want to sit on the chairs.

On the other hand, the Dwarf King and I are still very energetic. After all, we are both adventurers, so we still have the necessary physical strength.

Looking at the three people lying on the ground scolding and panting, I joked: "If the people see the image of the three of you at this moment, they will be sad to the point of tears."

Master Hall waved his hand feebly and said: "Don't be so arrogant, you just have a little more physical strength than us. We are brain workers, can we be the same as you, an adventurer whose brain is full of muscles? "

"Yes, you said that" I chuckled.

On the side, the Dwarf King was not happy: "I say Hall, can you stop being a bad guy? What is an 'adventurer with a head full of muscles'? Have you ever seen an adventurer with a head full of muscles?" , instead of brains? I haven't learned biology well, and I still make nonsense and slander others."

Master Hall was not afraid of the dwarf king. He sat up from the ground, pointed at the dwarf king and cursed: "What's wrong, you still don't accept it, right? Since you said that all your brains are full of brains, how can you do anything?" Why do you just lower your head and rush forward without caring about it? It was the same a few days ago, and I was scratched by a monster in the secret realm."

Uh-huh!

The dwarf king coughed loudly, interrupting Master Hall's words, and at the same time glanced at me secretly, lest I hear that he was injured.

I understand the dwarf king. He has a good reputation and is quite strong. He doesn't want to let the younger generation, especially me, who is his son-in-law, know about his injury.

But I had heard it, and it was no longer possible to pretend not to hear it, so I carefully checked the dwarf king's body. After making sure that there were no wounds, I breathed a sigh of relief and complimented: "The monster that can hurt my father-in-law must be It is an extremely powerful existence, and it is not an exaggeration to even call it a disaster.”

"That's right, that's right." The Orc King laughed and said, "My son-in-law still understands me! Hall, think about it with your so-called wise brain. I who can kill such a powerful monster may be the kind of person who can only do brutal things." Are you an idiot who doesn't know how to adapt?"

Master Hall choked, glared at me fiercely, and wanted to continue arguing with the Dwarf King, but was stopped by Master Dewey who had recovered his strength.

"Okay, Hall, stop making trouble, there are still things to do."

Seeing Master Dewey speak, Master Hall immediately calmed down, but he still glared angrily at the dwarf king.

A soft call awakened Fred Alexander's memory. The latter took a slight breath and said, "Good morning, everyone, what time is it now?"

"Nine-thirty, Your Highness Alexander," Master Dewey said respectfully.

"We can have lunch if we wait a little longer, Your Highness Alexander," I teased.

"Huh? Xiaoyi is back." Fred Alexander looked me up and down, and then smiled: "Looking at you unscathed, you probably didn't fight the evil dragon. Well, although it's a bit regretful, it's okay. Well, after all, the other party has the power of disaster."

Feeling the slightly disappointed look in Fred Alexander's eyes, I cleared my throat and said, "Reporting to His Highness Alexander, I have defeated the evil dragon."

"Oh?" Alexander was surprised: "What did you say? Did you conquer the evil dragon?"

"Yes." I stretched out my hand and pointed at the coffin and said, "Look, I even fixed your coffin with the ribbon that sealed the evil dragon."

"Stupid! What you did is simply stupid!" Alexander was horrified: "That evil dragon is very cunning. It must be pretending to be dead and deliberately tricking you into removing the seal so that it can be resurrected faster!"

"It's over, this is terrible." He looked miserable and murmured: "It will definitely recall the other severed limbs and reappear in the form of a bone dragon!"