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"You're Ron?"

An extremely beautiful female Knight riding a Silver Winged Flying Horse descended from the sky and asked.

Ron was so stunned by the sudden appearance of the woman that he didn't answer, just stared at her.

What a beautiful girl!

But now, the daughter of the mayor was no match for the girl in front of her.

The woman in front of Ron was Shaya, the Silver Winged Pegasus. After searching the sky for a day, she finally found Ron on a small path.

When Ron didn't answer, the woman reached into her pocket and pulled something out of a small bag. It was the portrait of Ron that Geralt had given her.

The small bag she was wearing was called a space bag. Although it was only the size of a palm, the space inside was not small. Many mercenaries carried bags that could fit a cubic meter of equipment, and Shaya was no exception.

"Mm, it's you. You're Ron, there's no mistake …"

Shaya looked at Ron for a while longer, then confirmed that the person in front of her was the child she was looking for.

She smiled and asked, "Hey, are you Ron?"

Ron was still in a daze, but at this moment, in his heart, Homelin's voice rang out, "Ron, this woman is very strong. If she isn't a friend, then you're in trouble. You must be careful …"

"What is it? Is she very strong? " Ron's heart tightened, and he looked at her carefully, thinking, This woman is good-looking, but I can't see how strong she is.

Seeing how Ron was staring at her like a silly goose, Shaya, who was used to the attention, couldn't help but blush. Her eyes flashed with a trace of anger.

"Hey, are you listening? I'm asking you something? " Shaya raised her voice.

"Um, um... "Uh, ha …" It took Ron a moment to recover his wits. This young lady, you … You're looking for me? "

"If I don't look for you, who else? Let me ask you, is your name Ron?"

"Huh?" Ron paused. "How do you know my name?"

Hearing Ron's blank conversation, the woman smiled in satisfaction. "So it's you, that's right …"

"Ah?" You. Are you looking for me? What business do you have with me? " Ron had never dreamed that this beautiful woman was looking for him.

"Haha, of course I'm here to find you. I've been looking for you for the whole day …" "I will not make things difficult for you …"

"Huh?" Ron was confused, but he scratched his head, "Go back?" "Where to?"

"Na Ka villa …" Shaya said indifferently.

"Naca Manor!"

Hearing that, Ron took a step back, his face changed greatly. "You're here to kill me..."

However, Ron was wrong, the beautiful lady shook her head, "I won't kill you, I'll only take you back to Naca Manor and complete my mission …"

Ron sneered in his heart, his only good impression of the beautiful woman gone. "Isn't that the same? If I were to return to Naca Manor, would Geralt let me go?"

Shaya took a deep breath and forcefully tied him up, "I don't care about that. I'm a mercenary, so I just need to complete my mission!"

Ron took a step back and said with a sad smile, "As expected, you mercenaries are heartless because of wealth? "Young master of the Nacar manor killed my grandfather. In order to root him out, you still want to kill me? Is there no justice in this world?"

The clothes he was wearing had not been changed for who knows how long. The clothes were covered with dust, and his frail body was shivering in the cold autumn wind.

Shaya could also see that this youth was definitely the child of a poor family. She wondered why the nobles of Naca Manor were hunting him down.

Seeing Ron like this, Shaya could not help but feel a pang in her heart. She was also from a poor family, and was only slightly better than Ron, who had nothing at all. She felt the same about Ron's situation.

However, Shaya thought that she was here for a quest, and couldn't help but harden her heart. She thought to herself, "Shaya ah, Shaya, you are a mercenary, so you are here for a quest. If you see anything, you shouldn't be a mercenary, you should just go home and hug your child."

Thinking of this, Shaya hardened her heart and lowered her face, "Cut the crap. Are you coming with me or not?"

"No …." Ron said firmly, his stubborn eyes shooting straight at Shaya.

Shaya gently gritted her teeth, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude …"

After saying that, Shaya jumped down from her silver winged horse and walked over to Ron.

She did not have a weapon in her hand, so Shaya was confident that with her strength, a fifteen year old child would be able to get her easily.

At this time, Ron also threw caution to the wind, "Come, come. You mercenaries are the accomplices of a tiger, if you have the guts then come and kill me … …"

Rönn reached out and a small bone spike appeared in his palm, spinning.

"Undead magic, you really are a Undead Mage. Cultivating these in Holy Empire, you are courting death …" "Put away your tricks. That good-for-nothing necromancy is useless against me …"

They did not talk much, but one of the men on top of Ron was so angry that his lungs almost burst.

What was going on in this world? At the same time, there was also a trace of confusion. Everyone seemed to know about Necromancy, but they were called trash. What the hell was going on?

"This woman is too strong. Ron is no match for her …" Hmm, she's also a Knight. With a Silver Winged Flying Horse in the air, even if she wanted to escape, she wouldn't be able to … " "It looks like I'm going to have to do it again, but it's not a good thing for Ron..."

In his mind's eye, Ron should have been fighting more battles, facing up to the cruelty of life, instead of hiding behind him and shielding him from the wind and the rain with his own hands.

Just like the flowers in the greenhouse, or the saplings under the big tree roots, such people would never be able to become good.

However, this time, Ron's opponent was simply too strong. He had only learnt Necromancy a few days ago, and was basically no match for that girl. If he didn't help her, such a genius might even be defeated here.

Thinking of this, Homelin said in a deep voice, "Ron, this person is very strong, you are not his match, let me do it instead …"

Ron nodded, and he could see now that this woman's strength was not something he could match at his level.

He quickly withdrew his happiness and defense, allowing Hou Meilin's soul to enter his sea of consciousness.

Soon, he felt that his body no longer belonged to him. Only his eyes could see.

Shaya silently walked past, reaching out her hand to grab Ron.

At this moment, Ron made his move. He raised his head abruptly and a strange green light shot out from his eyes.

He stretched out his hand like lightning and grabbed Shaya's wrist.

Shaya frowned and was shocked, "What?" "This child has such great power …"

She felt a powerful force, "Pong …" Bang... Bang... "Kacha..." He retreated a few steps.

Her face was filled with disbelief as she asked in a trembling voice, "What's going on? Why is a child like you having such great power?"

Shaya's profession was a Knight. After training her combat power, her strength was much greater than an ordinary person's and her body was extremely tyrannical. Of course, this was not referring to her muscles.

Her strength was not something an ordinary person could contend with, let alone a thin and weak child.

"This child is a little strange …" A thought flashed through Shaya's mind.

"Ron" didn't say anything, but as it wasn't necessary, he lightly waved his hand, "Skeleton Summoning Technique …"

Five Skeleton Warriors scrambled out of the ground.

"It really is a Necromancer. He knows how to summon skeletons, but why do these skeletons give me a sense of danger?" Shaya frowned.

While Shaya was hesitating, Ron ordered the Skeleton Fighter to charge at her.

Rody looked at Rody in shock and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

She scolded, "In my name, summon the Inferno — the Sword of Flame …"

She extended two slender fingers like a white radish, and a pillar of fire rose into the air. A raging fire filled the tip of her sword. She was a cultivator of fire qi.

Right at that moment, five Skeleton Fighters arrived in front of her.

Xia Ya's almond eyes fiercely opened. "You're courting death …"

A scorching heat flashed by, and the flaming sword danced in a red light. In the blink of an eye, the five Skeleton Fighters were incinerated into ashes.

Sword of Flame. This was the true Sword of Flame. As a high-level knight, the power of the Sword of Flame that Shaya had used was incomparable to that of Gut's.

"Like I said, this trash like undead magic is completely useless against me. It's best if you stop wasting energy and obediently surrender …"

Shaya said coldly.

"Hehe …"

At this moment, 'Ron' laughed, and with a hint of arrogance in his laughter, he said, "You are indeed quite capable, but with only the strength of a senior knight, you don't have the qualifications to be arrogant in front of me …"

Rody looked at Rody and asked, "Sir, is there something wrong?" Rody looked towards Rody and asked. "Did you see anything?"

Hearing these words, Shaya felt a little uncomfortable. She snorted and said, "You need strength to be arrogant. With your strength, you don't have the qualifications to be arrogant in front of me …"

Rody looked at Rody in shock and asked, "Why are you so angry? Do you want to kill me?" Rody looked at Rody in shock. He then asked, "Why are you so angry?"

"Don't worry, it's still early..." "Ron" smiled and waved his hands. Between his fingers, a large amount of black gas appeared, as if it was a mist or illusion. "I'll let you take a look at this..." Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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