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Geralt, Kitley heard the loud noise coming down the stairs and was shocked to see who it was.

Ron's cold face shone with vengeance. He was a lot more mature than he had been in Maple Leaf Town, darker and taller, but Kitley recognized him instantly. He looked at Ron as if he had seen a ghost.

"You … It's you? "

There was no murderous look on Ron's face. Instead, he smiled and said, "Oh, Kitley, you know me? "Great, the reason why I'm here this time is to find you to repay your debt …"

"Also … What debt? " Kitley asked in a daze. " I... What debt do I owe you? "

"What debt?" The debt of life! " Ron's eyes were cold, and he said through clenched teeth, "Return my grandfather's life!"

"I... I... He … "He …" Kittredge scratched his head in anxiety, not knowing how to answer. Then he remembered his genius cousin here, and his courage increased, and he said arrogantly, "Ha ha, who do you think it is? So it's you, damned bastard. Damn it, you think that you can act arrogantly just because you learnt some necromancy? I'm telling you, I've already sent someone to deal with you, just you wait! "

Compared to the arrogant Kittley, Geralt's face was rather grave. He smiled and said in a pleasant tone, "Haha, so you're Ron. It's our first time meeting each other, and my son can't speak. Please don't take it to heart …"

Rönn's face twitched, but he said nothing.

Seeing that Ron didn't answer, Geralt continued with a coy smile, "Ron, actually speaking of this, it was indeed a misunderstanding. That night, I sent those three people with the intention of apologizing to you. Who knew that those guys misunderstood me, thinking that I was trying to silence them? Those few things that fail in getting things done well, on the contrary, caused a misunderstanding! "

Geralt gently put the blame on the three men, two of whom were already dead and one of whom was the chief steward, and he was going to push him out and use him as a scapegoat.

It would be strange if I believed you! Ron sneered inwardly and continued to watch him perform.

"Well, I'll have the baby apologize to you, and then I'll give you the proper compensation, and that'll be over, don't you think?"

"Alright!" Ron laughed. "I accept your explanation!"

When Geralt saw the smile on Ron's face, he thought that Ron had agreed. He was overjoyed, and a smile spread across his face. It seemed that there was no problem in this world that couldn't be solved with money. The only difference was how much money there was.

Then Ron said, "Think of the fact that you sent someone to kill me as a misunderstanding. Well, I don't mind, but I saw Kitley kill my grandfather with my own eyes. I think, Mr. Geralt, it's not a misunderstanding, is it?"

As expected, Ron continued, "There's a debt to be paid, and I don't want to kill anyone for the sake of revenge. Hand over Kitley to me, and we'll have no more feuds from now on. What do you think?"

"I... I... "Father …" Kittley's arrogant expression had long since disappeared, and he was so frightened that he cried out, "Your beggar grandfather was a dying man. What right do you have to say that I killed him? On what basis? " He glared at Ron as if to eat him.

"So you're going to force us into a dead end?"

"Same here, same here. Back then, you were the same as well!"

Before Geralt could say anything, a voice from upstairs said, "Ron, don't you think you're overdoing it, even if Kittredge is doing something wrong?"

Upon hearing this voice, Jeratkin was overjoyed. They had long hoped that Goethe would come down and take charge of the situation. However, the other party had never shown any intention of coming down. They were extremely anxious, yet they did not dare to give the order to the other party.

"You're Ron? "He actually dares to come alone, he sure is brave!" "But it's not worth it to risk your life for an old man. I suggest that we both take a step back?" Ron nodded.

"Are you the mage who broke my necromancy?" Ron laughed, "At your age, reaching the level of a beginner mage is indeed very powerful!"

"Is that the Necromancy Magic?" Goethe smiled, "It is indeed a very interesting magic. However, at this level, you don't have the qualifications to behave so atrociously in front of me."

Ron laughed. "I've come here to seek revenge for Kitley alone, and I don't want to inflame it. Miss, are you going to get involved?"

Slowly, from behind her, she pulled out her wand, and Ron noticed that it was glowing with a dark golden light. She said lightly, "Geralt is my uncle, and Kitley is my cousin. What do you think I would do? Also, you're interesting. Compared to the Necromancers I've seen, you're completely different. I'm looking forward to your strength! I hope you will not disappoint me! "

The word 'interesting' came from Goethe's mouth. It was evident that her mind had matured and that the Salter family had placed great expectations on her, almost in accordance with the successor of the clan leader.

"In that case, there's nothing more to say!" Ron waved the Sky Green grade bone cane in his hands, "Go!"

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door, followed by a loud "hualala" sound from the window. One after another, Skeleton Warriors jumped in from outside the window. They held gigantic axes in their hands, while holding gigantic shields in their hands.

"Interesting!" Goethe's eyes turned red. She waved the magic staff in her hand, and the red gemstone on the tip of the staff began to emit tiny wisps of fire. She chanted an incantation and soon, small fireballs shot out from her hand.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The fireball exploded in the crowd of skeletons, and even the house was smashed into smithereens. Ron was also unwilling to be outdone, so he tried to fight back.

However, Geralt's house was in danger. The door, the windows, the floor, and the furniture were all shattered by the magic.

Even the two of them, despite the danger of being bombarded by magic, ran out the door.

"Impossible. How could he have reached such a powerful level of strength and fought Cousin Goethe to such an extent?"

"Is this still Necromancy?" "This is too scary!" Geralt's face turned solemn and he secretly rejoiced in his heart. It was a good thing that he managed to drag Goethe into this. Otherwise, there would be no possibility for him to survive tonight.

However, he was still a little worried. If Goethe were to lose …

Impossible, she would not lose. He was the genius girl from the Salter family. Geralt flung this thought away with all his might.

"Bone Shield!"

Seeing the incoming fireballs, Ron had nowhere to dodge. Calmly, he summoned his bone shield to block the attack, while at the same time taking advantage of the opportunity to counterattack, "I'll return it to you … "Bone Lance …."

A white bone lance was summoned. Ron pointed his bone lance forward, and the bone lance shot towards Goethe like an arrow released from a bow.

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she gritted her teeth and cast a spell that she wouldn't usually use.

"Teleport!"

There was a flash of light from Goethe's body, then she disappeared and reappeared a few meters away, leaving the bone lance in the air.

What a powerful magic — "Through Ron's eyes, Hou Meilin also saw this scene, exclaiming," This is a bit like the most mysterious spatial magic in the legends, but it's still a lot worse than spatial magic, I never would have thought that it would actually appear on a little girl. It seems that magic has also evolved to a very mature level.

"Explosive Blazing Stone!"

Goethe was not to be outdone. He summoned the 'Explosive Stones' to fight back.

The Explosive Stone was a rank 4 spell, and it was so powerful that it would explode upon contact with the enemy. Ron blocked the incoming flaming rock, and with a crack, the rock formed a ring of fire, trapping Ron inside.

"Go after her! Bind her and don't let her have the chance to cast spells!" He also felt a lingering fear of the power of magic. If he was a little too late, he would have been roasted like a pig.

"What a high-level magic battle!"

A dignified look flashed across Geralt's face. "Necromancy, I didn't expect it to be so powerful. Against Goethe, it's not at a disadvantage at all!"

"Father, do you think my cousin will win?"

"It should be!" A thoughtful expression appeared on Geralt's face. "In terms of strength, the two of them should be about the same. Although that Ron's attack was very strange, he did not get any advantage when fighting with Goethe. Unfortunately, Ron has a weakness …"

"What short board?"

"Weapon!" "Didn't you see that?" What Ron is holding is a Sky Blue grade weapon, while what Goethe is holding is a Dark Gold grade weapon. If the opponent's strength is much higher than that, then any weapon would be meaningless. However, if the difference in strength is not too far, then the difference in weapon would be apparent! "

"Oh! "So that's how it is!" Kitri was assured, and a cruel smile spread across his face. "Heh heh! Father, if my cousin defeats him, there's no hurry to kill him. I'll slowly torture him before I kill him! "

"Stop dreaming!" "At this point, if we can't kill anyone, it'll be easy for Ron to escape. This way, we'll be in even more trouble. I don't know when he'll take revenge!" Geralt said, worried.

At this moment, faint traces of bright light appeared in the room, and immediately afterwards, with a "Rumble ~ ~ ~" sound, Geralt's room was finally unable to withstand the combined attacks of the powerful Necromancy Magic and Magic, falling onto the ground with a thud, raising a large cloud of dust.

The smoke and dust dispersed, revealing two figures that were standing proudly. One of them had his hands behind his back, and the fireball in his hand was dancing lightly. The other one was riding on the back of the Skeleton Warrior, raising up a massive bone shield. Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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