DRAGON MASTER (Crazy Updates)
Chapter 241: Forbidden Names
"Give me a cup of fire dance."
Oswede said to the waiter, then turned to look at Joelson and said, "This wine is so good. You can try it too."
Joelson nodded. "Then I'll get the same with him."
The waiter nodded and asked the two to wait for a while. Before he left, he looked at Joelson twice more.
This was because it was rare to see such a young saint level, even in the Saint Realm.
The wine was served quickly. In the transparent crystal cup, the pale red wine slightly swayed. Clumps of fire danced in the wine cup. There was also a flame burning at the edge, like a dancing fire fairy.
"It is best to drink this wine in one gulp. This is the most refreshing."
Oswede uses his own experience to suggest to Joelson. Then, his body emitted a dim battle spirit light and he drank the wine in a cup at once.
After drinking the wine, Oswede's handsome face flushed red, like a cooked lobster. There was a fog rising above his head.
After a while, the strange phenomenon slowly disappeared.
However, Oswede revealed an expression of great pleasure and praised, "The top grade wine brewed from a special plant that cannot be tasted without the power of the sacred level. It's also good to understand the laws of fire type."
Seeing him look so respectful, Joelson also raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.
Oswede waits with interest to see Joelson transform into a "lobster" but he finds that Joelson is just a little frowning.
There was no change to her beautiful and handsome face. No steam was coming out of his body.
"Is this glass of wine fake?"
Oswede could not help but scream. He looked at Joelson as if he was looking at a monster.
Even he had to use his combat aura to suppress top grade liquor in order for him to digest it. Joelson's face didn't even change when he drank it. Is the distance between him and Joelson really that big!
Oswede was once again hit by a ruthless blow from Joelson.
What he did not know was that Joelson, who had been doused by Du Lu's blood, was now like a hot stove inside his body.
Pouring a cup of magma into the clear water could cause a violent reaction, but pouring a cup of magma into the magma lake, of course, would not change anything.
Joelson, on the other hand, felt that this "fire dance" taste was indeed delicious.
When he swallowed it, it was as if he had swallowed a large piece of hot red charcoal. After drinking it, he felt a pleasant feeling.
As he was considering whether he should drink again, he suddenly heard someone say his name not far away.
"Joelson Edward has even defeated the Holy Sitar. I'm afraid he'll be number one under the throne."
"Hehe, did you forget that person from the Dragon Blood Clan? He was even stronger than the Sacred Zither. After all, he's got a dragon companion."
"It is said that Joelson also has a dragon companion and it is not just one. Even the Black Dragon King, Kokonoro, died at his hands."
"The person who signed the contract with the Dragon Blood Clan is the son of the Dragon King!"
"They're talking about you."
Oswede, to Joelson, looked like he was sipping cup after cup of "dance of fire". He lacked Joelson's strength, so he didn't have time to digest the rich heat in his body. As it spread, his entire body turned red.
Joelson picked up his wine cup and casually asked, "I've heard someone call that person from the Dragon Blood Clan. Who exactly is he?"
Drunk osweden. He rubbed his eyes and said, "Taboo name."
Oswede lowered his voice and called out the name.
"Aarchibald."
"Since the founding of the Saint Realm, he was the first person who dared to kill in the Saint Realm."
Joelson raised his eyebrows.
"The existence that tramples on the rules of the Saint Realm?"
"However, when Archibald killed three saint-level experts, he received a very severe punishment. Now, he would still recklessly attack people in the Saint Realm but at least he did not dare to take their lives."
"Aarchibald."
Joelson read the name without a sound, then said in a low voice, "Ajudan Dragon. Low Ones?"
"Yes!"
Oswede's expression suddenly became excited, he said, "It is said that the name Archibald means something very bad in dragon language. It was also because he often hurt people, to the point that no one dared to call him by his name. Do you really know dragon language? Oh, yeah, I almost forgot."
Oswede looked at Joelson with a very envious gaze. "Archibald wasn't the only one with a dragon companion."
Someone who is already very talented and has a strong dragon companion—the luck of some people is very enviable.
"I hate my own identity but I have to borrow the power of the dragon. Hehe."
The explosion!
A loud noise came from outside the door. Joelson's expression changed.
The others also looked out the door.
"What's going on?"
Joelson walks out of the tavern with the others, only to see a figure fall from the sky and fall violently to the ground.
Many saint-level masters in the city gathered and watched this scene in surprise.
Dust spread out, and a burly man with blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth looked up at the sky with fear on his face. He shouted loudly, "Archibald, this is the Saint Realm. You're too arrogant!"
"Holy Nature?"
A cold voice came from the sky and echoed in everyone's ears.
"Do you think I won't dare kill you in the Saint Realm!"
In the next instant, a powerful and ferocious figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.
He had short red hair, red eyes, and his body was filled with a violent aura.
When this person appeared, many Saint Realm masters subconsciously retreated a few steps.
A red figure fell to the ground like a meteor. The burly man's eyes were filled with deep fear. He wanted to dodge but the red figure was too fast.
His body flew out like a rag doll.
Blood kept spouting out from his mouth. It was clear that he was seriously injured.
"Aarchibald!"
The burly man looked at the red figure and said with great difficulty, "Don't force me to reveal that secret!"
Archibald's eyes became extremely cold and killing intent surged out. His body left a shadow in the air.
Despair and disbelief appeared in the burly man's eyes. He opened his mouth and shouted, "I found an ancient ..."
A violent aura had already spread into his eyes. A ferocious giant claw spread out from the red mist, like a giant dragon claw.
Seeing that the burly man was about to be torn to shreds, the spectators had already issued a series of exclamations.
"Archibald really wanted to kill someone!"
The burly man had already smelled the smell of death blowing into his face. It was not hard for him to imagine the end of his life. His head would explode like a watermelon but Archibald would only receive punishment. This secret would also be buried in the ground with his death.
But the pain he suspected did not come.
I heard a breath of disbelief.