DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 82: The Seed of Darkness (bonus)
Joelson brought Du Lu back to the Dragon God Farm room.
If it was just a group of ordinary bandits, then Du Lu would not even need to appear.
"I'm worried ... It's not as simple as I thought."
Joel slowly exhaled and calmed himself. He quickly walked towards the Baron's house.
"Young master!"
The old waiter who opened the door saw Joelson for the first time. His face was full of shock, and then his expression became panicked and hesitant.
He leaned against the wall and did not allow Joelson to enter.
Joelson frowned and inevitably asked, "Sarah?"
This is the name of the old servant. He has watched Joelson grow up.
Sarah slowly opened the door and stuttered, "Young Master Joelson, Viscount... Viscount's not home."
The doubts in Joelson's heart grew. He just pushed the door open and stepped in.
Leas followed behind Joelson and looked around curiously.
This is the place where Master Joelson grew up. He had a strange feeling in his heart.
In the Elf clan, only people who loved each other would invite each other to their homes as guests.
Leas' face was slightly red from embarrassment. He did not realize that Joelson's expression was getting grim.
Along the way to the living room, each waiter greeted Joelson respectfully.
However, there was a faint estrangement in respect, and their eyes dodged it.
There are a few servants that Joelson knows. When they saw him, they seemed to want to say something, but in the end, they shut up and left.
The old Morgan came with a middle-aged woman and two children.
"Joelson."
The old Morgan smiled at Joelson.
But Joelson is frowning.
He clearly saw a trace of sincere relief in the old Morgan smile.
And some sadness!
But the middle-aged woman walked enthusiastically.
"Mrs Rossetti."
Joelson greeted the middle-aged woman indifferently.
This is old Morgan's second wife. She gave birth to a son and daughter for him and referred to Joelson as their brother.
As for Joelson's mother, she had long since died when she was seven years old.
A shy figure ran out from behind.
"Beard?!"
Joelson was surprised. Why is this guy here?
"Young joelson."
In the middle of his words, Beard saw six golden stripes on Joelson's left chest, and his eyes almost popped out.
"Sixth... Sixth level magician?!"
Surprise and great joy appeared on Beard's face. He suddenly grabbed the old Morgan's hand and stuttered, "We ... We're saved!"
Madam Rossetti turned around and glared at him. He smiled and said to Joelson, "Joelson, sit down and rest for a while. I made you your favorite butter mushroom soup."
The two children reached out and called their older brother, Joelson. They wanted to come and hug her, but Madam Rossetti secretly pulled them away.
Joelson slightly nodded and sat down with the old Morgan in the living room.
Everything is indescribable strange.
Joelson felt as if there was an invisible fog in front of him, and he had to push him away.
"Dad, about the bandits."
Before Joelson finished, old Morgan cut him off and said, "Everything is fine. Joelson has nothing to worry about. You should be back soon. A course in the magic academy is very important, right?!"
Beard tugged at old Morgan's sleeves, wanting to say something, but he was always glared at by old Morgan.
"Try fresh mushroom soup."
Mrs Rossetti personally served a bowl of fragrant soup.
"Thank you."
Joelson thanks her but refuses her soup.
"I'm not hungry yet."
Madam Rossetti's smile froze on her face. He looked confused and did not know what to say.
Leas, who obediently followed beside Joelson, stared at the bowl of mushroom soup and frowned.
"Mom, can I have a drink?"
A timid voice sounded.
Joelson's seven-year-old brother, Vernal, stared at the soup tray with longing in his eyes.
"No, Vernal, this is prepared for your brother."
Madam Rossetti forced a smile and comforted vernal in a low voice.
A thought came to Joelson's mind. He ended up with a tray of soup and gestured to Vernal and said softly, "It's okay, vernal. If you want to drink it, I'll give it to you first."
Vernal's face showed an expression of excitement, and he wanted to run to Joelson.
However, Madam Rossetti's expression became extremely ugly. He grabbed Vernal and slapped him hard in the face.
"I told you, this was prepared for my brother!"
Vernal's white and soft cheeks instantly became red and swollen, and he shouted with a complaint.
The scene instantly became very awkward and awkward.
Joelson smiled and stared coldly at Mrs Rossetti.
"Joelson, Vernal is young and insensitive. Quickly drink the soup."
Leas finally could not hold it anymore. He grabbed Joelson's hand and said, "Young Master, there's something here."
Cocktail!
Joelson casually dropped a tray of soup onto the ground. Milk white mushroom soup exudes an alluring aroma. The ugly insect quickly crawled out of the soup and then turned into a cloud of black fog and disappeared.
"Sad Darkness?!" Leas shouted in surprise
Suddenly, there was a loud gasping sound.
The old Morgan suddenly stood up, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and stabbed Madam Rossetti in the chest.
The woman slowly fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.
Old Morgan's eyes were red, full of pain and struggle. Like an old lion who had reached the end, he shouted at Joelson, "Joelson! Run!"
The next second, Joelson's heart shook violently.
Over ten black lights filled with killing intent quietly shot out from the shadows and pierced through his vital parts.
Joelson let out a cold snort, and a powerful magic pressure exploded, pushing Leas and the others away.
Then, seven or eight rings of fire and ice appeared on his body.
They explode in turn.
The cold aura spread. The attack of the sneak attack slowed down for a moment, and then a flaming ring of fire pushed them away.
Some muffled moans sounded in the darkness.
A tungsten wood magic wand appeared in Joelson's hand, and soaring fire elements gathered towards him.
When he saw everything around him clearly, he discovered that over a dozen strange men wearing black clothes and expressionless faces had surrounded him.
Each of them held a sharp short knife in their hands.
Boring footsteps sounded.
The man, whose face was not clearly visible, walked out from the back of the hall, surrounded by a thick black fog. His hoarse voice was so unpleasant that it sounded like rusty iron plates rubbing against each other.