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James and his son got off the carriage and followed the middle-aged butler into the hall. The moment they entered the hall, they heard a melodious melody slowly sounding out. Many guys who were dressed like nobles held wine cups in their hands and chatted idly, occasionally letting out laughter. There were also many aristocratic ladies in low-cut evening dresses, shining backs, and white thighs. They were waving goose feather fans in their hands, covering their small mouths and fluttering their faces. No one knew what they were talking about or thinking about.

To be honest, even though he was the father of a ten-year old child, James was not actually old, only twenty-nine years old. He had been in the army all year round, and had long surpassed him in temperament and unyielding spirit. Very quickly, many amorous beautiful women cast their gazes on him. Even a fool could see the ambiguous feelings in their eyes. The Kreen Empire had not been established for very long, and the people had a valiant side to it. This could be seen from how the barbarians from the north attacked the northern fortresses year after year.

On the other hand, the relationship between a man and woman was very open. A noble lady could have several guests at the same time, and her husband would close his eyes and not make any trouble unless he was caught in bed. At the same time, this husband might also be the guest of some other noble lady.

The butler welcomed Roland and his son in, confessed to the crime, and turned around to leave. Soon after, another elderly butler came over, dressed in a well-ironed formal attire with a bow tie and a meticulous expression. He performed a noble salute and said slowly, "Esteemed Viscount Roland and Young Master Roland, good evening, my master, Marquis Bush, has been waiting for you two for quite some time. Please follow me."

With the butler leading the way, they passed through layer after layer of aristocrats and arrived at the core area of the hall. With the butler leading the way, they passed through layer after layer of aristocrats and arrived at the core area of the hall. It could be said that those who could stand within this circle were all core members of the Empire's power.

There were only a limited number of people chatting in this area. When they saw James and his son, some of them nodded and greeted them, while others merely watched them with interest. There were a few who did not pay any attention to them. There was no doubt that one could tell friends and foes from their attitude. James picked up a glass of wine and a glass of juice for Werther, and the father and son stood there silently, waiting. Presently an old man came down the tall stairs, followed by a middle-aged man and a woman.

He was dressed in a tailored suit of nobility. His chest was decorated with medals, and his white hair was meticulously combed. He was the owner of the house, the Marquis of the Kingdom of Klein, the Right Premier and Chief Minister of Finance, George Bush. Behind him was his son, a Water Magister of the eighth step. Wearing a light blue magic robe, he was clearly in his usual disguise. In a gathering of nobility, no one dared to say that it wasn't him. The eight golden stars on his chest were enough to cover everyone's mouths. Next to him was his wife, also of noble birth, Luna's mother, Sophia's sister-in-law.

The Marquis walked up and smiled, "James, you came early. Sophia is still dressing up on it. Women are more troublesome, so she has come to accompany the old man for a drink. Eh, this little fellow is your son? "Interesting little fellow!" George immediately noticed Werther, who was standing beside James. When ordinary children came to such a big occasion, they would either be shy and shy, not daring to show their faces, or they would look around curiously. However, Werther was indifferent, standing beside his father, looking straight ahead, as if he were the commander of a great army.

"Having been in politics for dozens of years, since he was able to stand under the combined pressure of Klein VII and the Minister of the Left, he was naturally no pushover. With his sharp eyes, he was able to tell that this kid was extraordinary." This is the little Roland who is known as the cripple of the Magic and Martial Arts? This elegance is definitely not inferior to his father's. It's not simple at all! " He was secretly shocked in his heart, but he seemed to be chatting happily on the surface. Werther slightly bent his body and greeted him with the etiquette of an elder. He was neither humble nor haughty as he said, "Werther greets Grandpa Bush. I've troubled you by coming to visit today." Old Bush was surprised for a moment, and then laughed out loud. "Grandpa? "Alright, alright, I wanted a grandson a long time ago, so that Luna wouldn't be alone. Don't tell me you're so sensible, come here, grandpa will give you something good." He took out a dagger from his bosom and handed it over to him. "This is a gift from a friend of mine from the elven tribe twenty years ago. It can be considered sharp. I'll give it to you."

Werther smiled sweetly and said in his childish voice, "Thank you, Grandfather!" He felt goosebumps all over his body. He took the dagger and a dark energy suddenly came out of his palm. He immediately used the Sky Demon Art to absorb the dark energy. This Profound Qi was extremely pure, containing negative emotions such as resentment, blood, and so on. After being absorbed by a ball of Primordius zhen Qi in his dantian, after a few cycles, it turned into a stream of pure chaotic zhen yuan Qi, quietly lying down and hibernating.

Werther touched the dagger's leather scabbard and thought to himself, "The function of this scabbard is to isolate the cold killing intent coming from the dagger. This dagger must have killed a lot of people, and with the scabbard's obstruction, it can also send out such pure yin aura. It's definitely not a trivial matter."

Astonishment appeared in James' eyes as well. It was obvious that he knew the exact details of the dagger. He frowned and said, "Right Prime Minister, this dagger is too valuable ?" The Right Premier waved his hand, "I like this child, so what if he calls me grandpa, the gifts that the elders have given him? Besides, I'm too old to use this thing, so I might as well gift it to the child.

It was said that this dagger was forged by the first generation Dark Elf King with the teeth of a famous Black Dragon, a Saint level weapon. This dagger had the ability to break demons and battle qi, and if it were in the hands of a Saint level assassin, its power would be sufficient to threaten the life of an ordinary demigod!

Legend has it that the Elf race was created jointly by the Goddess of Nature Elune and the Goddess of the Moon El?ise. The Elf race was created jointly by the Goddess of Nature Elune and the Goddess of the Moon Eluth. Furthermore, the strength of the elves were also very high. Every adult Elf was basically a Supreme Mage, and was also extremely proficient in natural and water magic. The elves also had a lot of Saint Mages, which was much higher than the human race.

But at the same time, while the elves were powerful, the efficiency of reproduction was very low. There were two main ways of reproduction: one was by fusing males and females in love with each other, and giving birth naturally. The other was by the mother tree of elves, the Ancient Tree of Life, which was bred with natural energy, generally speaking, the elves born from the Ancient Tree of Life were much more powerful than those born from nature. Legend has it that the Ancient Tree of Life was a blessing given to the elves by the Goddess of Nature. Its main form was the God Equipment World Tree in the hands of the Goddess of Nature. This was a huge tree that supported the entire world. It was the source of the existence of all planes, and it was also bestowed upon the mother of the Goddess of Nature and Goddess of Earth Gaia. The Ancient Life Tree was formed from a single leaf of the World Tree.

In the War of the Gods ten thousand years ago, one of the natural Elves was bewitched by the Dark God, was attracted and polluted by the power of darkness, fell into the Dark Elves, betrayed the teachings of the Moon Goddess, and threw himself into the embrace of the Dark Gods. They were also abandoned by the Nature Elves and exiled to the most desolate plane. As for where, no one knew. In that godly battle, the Dark Elf King wielded the Black Dragon's Dagger and killed many experts from the Light Faction, many of whom were Demigods.

In the end, the Dark Elf King died at the hands of the greatest Archer of the Nature Elves, the SemiGod Viridescent. This Black Dragon Dagger also became the collection of the Nature Elves, until twenty years ago, when the Right Prime Minister helped the Elf Kingdom on a major matter. With the agreement of the Elven Queen, the Elf Elder gave this dagger to him and promised the person who wielded it to fulfill a wish for him.

Of course, Werther didn't know about this. After absorbing the pure energy, he happily kept the dagger in his pocket. He had also received nourishment from the blood essence of the slain expert in his dagger. The degree of purity of this essence was definitely not inferior to the innate energy, it was accidentally absorbed by him using the Sky Demon Great Art, which was equivalent to three years of bitter training. Whether it was the strength or quality of his dantian's zhenqi, it had improved by a great amount, allowing him to open up the eight meridians, twelve meridians, and other acupoints in his body, and progress towards the great circulation.