Chapter 230

"Let's go!" kukas had no time to talk to the young Lord. He thought there would never be any intersection between them, so there was no need to continue the conversation at all. With this time to talk, he might as well hurry back to the manor and continue his cultivation!

The secret female mage did not ignore the young Lord like kukas. After she gracefully performed a mage etiquette towards the young Lord, she took kukas's arm and followed others to the distant manor.

"Maybe we should have a good relationship with him. After all, he will become the Lord here in the future. Spreading faith in his territory always depends on him," whispered the secret female mage.

"Really? That's just what you need to do. I don't need to do it at all. It's just a Lord. In fact, it's no better than paying attention to him." kukas tilted his head and gasped coldly. He remembered when he was governor of the elraze wasteland. "He's new here. If he doesn't have cruel means, it should be the Lord, not your churches here."

"After all, it's better to be careful. After all, we have no solid foundation when we first came here. At this time, it's only good for us to get close to him, and there's no harm. If he doesn't have the ability, we won't lose anything. On the contrary, we will gain a lot." the secret female mage heard kukas talk about his things on the Elze wasteland.

"Well! You need to deal with all these things alone, but I can't help you." kukas nodded and answered casually. He also knew his temper. If he said something wrong, he wanted to take a guy and cut people. If he was allowed to talk to the young Lord for a long time, let alone talk in detail, it would be good not to fight and kill.

Because there were wounded and dead in the team, it was two magic hours later when kukas and his team returned to the Marquis's manor.

The smell of sadness diffused in the manor. Some guards left in the manor learned that their master had died. Some of them packed up their things and fled, while others committed suicide directly. However, some guards began to wipe their weapons and were ready to avenge their master by killing their enemies.

The remaining aristocratic children sent to inform their families to investigate the situation, while the people under them helped clean up the bodies. They dressed the corpses in gorgeous clothes and wiped their filth to make them look decent.

Kukas did not participate. He returned to his house and began to stimulate his body with fighting spirit, so as to make the wound recover faster. Because he knew that the aristocratic forces who went to inquire about the news would soon find out who attacked them, so the battle would come soon. He must recover more of his combat effectiveness before the battle comes. So he didn't have time to wait for the wound to recover slowly.

Although there is fighting spirit stimulation, the recovery of the wound is not as fast as that after divine skill treatment. However, in order to exercise his body, kukas can only completely refuse divine skill and use fighting spirit recovery with restraint.

As night fell, after dinner, the secret female mage went out again. Here, as a third-order caster, she is extremely noble, so she must control the affairs of the manor with some other young noble children. After an afternoon's recovery, kukas's wounds healed more than half. Except that some deep visible bone scars have not been scarred, including the fallen skin has almost recovered.

After the wound on his body recovered almost, kukas began to immerse himself in the fighting space and was ready to continue his cultivation. When his mind entered the fighting space, he found his own spatial change. Expanded three or five times the space, thicker and longer black gold light band, more pure fighting spirit. All this baffled him. Of course, he didn't know that all this changed when he felt the old breath.

Under the condition of hard thinking, kukas had to press this doubt to the bottom of his heart. After all, this change is a good change. He doesn't have to worry too much. And this is already a fact. It's no use worrying. After all, he can't take the initiative to change his fighting space now.

Just as he thought of weaving the Dharma array with the black and gold ribbons covered with patterns, there was a hurried knock on the door.

"Who is it? I'm tired and resting." kukas roared discontentedly. He hated being disturbed by someone when he was practicing.

"I," the voice of the Marquis's daughter sounded from outside the door, "may I go in? I need your help."

Thinking that the woman had just slept with herself last night, kukas had to open the door and invite the Marquis's daughter in. The guests were not tight, but the Marquis's daughter and a beautiful young woman. The young woman is similar to the Marquis's daughter. Although she is not so beautiful, she is very beautiful. She can show the aristocratic temperament when walking.

"What's the matter? My time is very busy." kukas glanced at the two women with his head tilted and said in a deep voice.

"My fiance wants to occupy my father's estate, but I don't want to give it to him. It belongs to my mother and me," whispered the Marquis's daughter.

"You will all get married and become a family. It doesn't matter who owns the inheritance." upon hearing this, kukas's mind immediately became simple: "his things are yours and yours are his."

"No, knight, you don't understand this. His legacy also includes the noble title. All gold, silver and jewelry can be given to him, but the title can never be inherited by him." the Marquis's daughter hastily explained: "he is just a lord, but he doesn't have a title. His desire for the title can even urge him to kill my fiancee."

"Well, damn it, what does this have to do with me?" kukas shook his head and said impatiently, "it's just a title. Why don't you give it to him?"

"Knight, as long as you can help us keep our title, I will tell you the secret of zijinxia's gem so that you can get the inheritance in the gem." the noble young woman nearby suddenly spoke. Her voice was very soft, but extremely firm: "the title can only fall on my daughter's head, not on a person with a different surname."