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Chapter 47 Lohengrin, the City of the Holy Maiden

Olibat Leze Yanor, the eldest son of the Emperor of the Erebonia Empire, was born in a illegitimate state and had no right to inherit the throne.

According to Ryan's memory, this guy's behavior and feelings after personal contact... The title of Dalao Pidan really didn't wrong him.

Although he can always unexpectedly and seriously solve certain situations at critical moments, most of the time... this guy nicknamed "The Prince of Debauchery" is in a state of confusion.

My favorite thing to do is to tease my guard Mura Vander (male), using excessive language. He has been beaten up by Mura countless times but still has no repentance. He forced Mura, a serious soldier, into a nanny and a sarcastic complainer.

He often suddenly abandoned his identity as a prince and wore a minstrel costume to disguise himself as a wanderer. Every time he went out, he would usually cause some trouble, which hurt Mura, who was responsible for helping him wipe his butt.

Ryan interrupted the two of them helplessly and asked, "So, let's not talk about the topic of the slutty prince. What kind of commission do you have to ask me to help me."

Speaking of serious matters, both Miles and Toval became serious. As receptionist, Miles handed Ryan a commission form. "This is a commission given to our association by Viscount Alside before leaving. In short, you can take a look first."

Toval patted Ryan on the shoulder and said, "Then you talk first. I will continue patrolling around the town because of this strange fog, the nearby monsters have become more violent than usual. It is precisely because of this that people need to help deal with the Viscount's entrustment. Come on, Ryan."

"Um……"

Ryan answered subconsciously, and when Toval left the guerrilla association, he was always reading the commissioned instructions intently.

"Go to Saint City to investigate and solve the source of the fog thickening? This statement..."

Miles smiled and said, "It's like Lord Viscount knew in advance that the reason was from Ron Green City, right?"

"That's right." Ryan frowned and said, "Since Uncle Victor knows the source, why don't he deal with it yourself?"

"Because Your Excellency Viscount has something to go out, it is time for him to provide martial arts guidance to the regular army."

"Miss Laura is still young and inexperienced. Butler Klaus is old after all and needs to take care of Miss Laura. Your Excellency Viscount can only hand over this work to our association. After all, retiring from Warcraft is our old guerrilla business."

Ryan nodded after hearing this, took off his raised left arm, tried to move his arm, nodded with satisfaction, "It has recovered almost, and it should not affect the battle too much."

Miles pushed his glasses and said gently, "Michelle also guessed that you should recover at this time. It's okay to leave Ron Green City's investigation and cleaning work to you, right?"

"Well, it should be no big problem. Since Your Viscount can hand over this task to us with confidence, it should be to make sure the association can solve it smoothly, so leave it to me."

After receiving the mission, Ryan soon drove a speedboat alone at the Pier on the shore of Lake Aibel, targeting Ron Green, the Saint City on the opposite side of the lake.

Due to the rich fog, Ryan did not dare to increase the speed of the speedboat too quickly. He carefully controlled the output strength of the guide mechanism and controlled the direction along the way. If he hit the reef, he would be embarrassed.

Fortunately, he finally stopped smoothly on the small pier under Ron Greene City. He looked up at the winding mountain road. Ryan sighed softly and said, "It's the mountain road again... I always feel that I can't get through the mountain road or what?"

Although he complained, Ryan still held the knife tightly in his hand, and was vigilantly moving on the foggy moss path.

When Ryan walked halfway up the mountain, a small boat was greeted by the dock where he had previously stopped for the speedboat. A blue-haired girl wearing a white noble shirt and a blue skirt and wearing a pair of brown boots jumped off the boat.

The heroic girl was carrying a giant sword that was seriously inconsistent with the style of clothing. She looked at the castle above and frowned. "Sure enough, the source of the fog came from here. What happened inside the city of Ron Green, the Saint of Gun, which was once a residence in Ron Green?"

The girl looked around and found that the speedboat Ryan was riding, "Has the Guerrilla Association arrived? Sure enough, it was very fast."

When the girl walked along the mountain road opened by Ryan to the hillside, Ryan had already climbed hard to come to the quaint wooden gate of Ron Green City.

After shaking the dewdrops stained on his coat, Ryan said with a bitter look on his face, "It's really a shame that the people of Regram can get used to this level of fog. Can they live if they are wet all year round?"

Shaking off the water vapor on his body, Ryan's face returned to seriousness. He looked at Ron Greentown, who was slightly emitting a hazy white light in the mist, and narrowed his eyes.

"What's going on with this weird glimmer? And the atmosphere around me is very different from the outside world. Is this the norm also the norm in Regram?"

Carefully push open the wooden gate of Saint Maiden City, the heavy "creaking" sound could even spread throughout the island where Ron Green is located.

The blue-haired girl who was climbing the mountain was stunned, then said with a serious expression, "Have you entered the city? I have to speed up my pace, my father and Klaus have always been secretive about the situation in Saint City. Today I must figure out what's going on in this city."

The moment he entered Ron Green City, Ryan immediately frowned, "This feeling...is simple as if he entered a different space, and the concentration of elements around him has fundamentally changed."

Some ghost fire and unmanned weapons and armor were originally wandering aimlessly in the lobby of Ron Green City. The huge movement caused by Ryan's opening door had obviously attracted their attention, and he was already rushing towards him.

Ryan pushed the Taidao out of his waist, and in a flash he turned from extreme quiet to extreme movement.

“Type 2, wind.”

The originally colorless internal force emitted a faint blue light on Ryan's body under the power of the wind sword. In the flash, Ryan swept through the monsters one by one with his extremely fast speed.

However, the result was a bit unsatisfactory. Although these ghost-like monsters were delayed, they did not seem to have suffered a fatal blow.

“It feels so strange…”

Ryan, who suddenly attacked the back of the monster, looked at these strange monsters with some confusion. He had never encountered such a way of forgiveness of physical attacks before, as if the blade had penetrated directly from them.

"Since that's the case..."

Ryan put the Tai Knife on his chest, and a layer of red flame gradually ignited from the body of the Blossoming Snow's sword.

"The six-type origin, the flame dragon strike."

"boom!"

The flame dragon strike with fire damage obviously had an effect when it swept across the monster. After this attack, all the monsters wailed and turned into a strange black light, disappearing into the hall.

Ryan squatted down and carefully checked the magic chip condensed by the monster, "Time and Space Fantasy? What's wrong with this city... It's really different dimensions, and the three attributes of the upper level have become active to this level."

Ryan stood up solemnly and looked at the stairs at the end of the hall. Looking at the trend of the stairs, it seemed that there was a road on both sides that could pass.

"No matter what, the man and the woman are on the left, try going to the left first."

When Ryan entered the left wing of the castle, the girl who arrived later finally entered the interior of Ron Green through the opening castle gate.
Chapter completed!
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