Chapter 932 Uncle? elder brother?

In Ramsgate, the central holy place of the half-dragon tribe in the Gray Wasteland, a sleeping red dragon opened its eyes, shrank its body, transformed into a human form, and stretched out its hand to grab the Spear of Kelosh that broke through the air.

Through the images transmitted by the legendary spirit, he saw the scene of Archibald's death in battle.

"You are worthy of the title of general I have bestowed upon you."

The next moment, the legendary mid-level red dragon Amroth raised his hand, grabbed a half-dragon mage out of thin air, and brought him into the cave.

The half-dragon wizard knelt on his knees and bowed his head, "Greetings, Lord Amroth."

"From today on, you will take over the position of Archibald's Eighth Guard."

"You accept his people."

"Yes, Lord Amroth." The half-dragon wizard knocked his head to the ground and answered loudly.

"Go down."

Upon seeing this, the half-dragon wizard lowered his head and left the cave, not daring to peek at the treasure inside.

Amroth looked down at the Spear of Kairosi, saw the missing piece on it, and said nothing. He put it into the Dragon Scale Space, restored his true form, lay on the mountain of gold coins, and continued to sleep.

There is an agreement between the Gray Wasteland and the Elijah Kingdom that legends from both sides cannot take action, so he naturally would not break this rule.

In addition, the most important point is that there are humans he cannot defeat.

Now, he is ready to outlast the other party. If he fails, then this grudge will be over.

As a red dragon, treasure is the most important thing to him. As for other things, he will do them if he has the ability. If he doesn't have the ability, he will just pretend that they never happened.

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In early November of the Glorious Year 9766, the Kingdom of Ilia launched a surprise attack, defeated a million-strong elite army of the Monster Clan, and presented the heads of Monster Clan warriors to the Goddess of Life.

As the news spread, the Ironfurnace Mountain Kingdom, which had been clamoring to regain its lost territory, instantly gave up the idea of ​​starting another war.

On the southeastern border, the half-elf kingdom of Is quietly cut its border troops in half to demonstrate the friendly relations between the two countries.

In late December, the war ended.

The monster clan army in the Gray Wasteland was badly damaged and unwilling to continue fighting.

In order to stabilize the domestic situation, the Kingdom of Ilia did not want to continue fighting.

Under such circumstances, the war ended in just one year. It came and went quickly.

At the Luoyunpo camp, Weilin held a banquet to entertain the nobles of Cardro Province, the nobles of Serop Province, and the middle and high-level generals of the 16th Silver Knights.

In a corner, Weilin and Madmonkey sat opposite each other.

"Why did you change the juice?" Madmonchi looked at the liquid in Weilin's glass and teased with a smile.

Seeing this, Weilin smiled and said, "Uncle Madmonchi, of course I want to talk to you for a few more words. If I drink one glass and get drunk again, you'll have to wait until the next day."

"Hahaha, that's true. If you were drunk, I would have to wait until the next day." Madmonchi laughed heartily with a relaxed tone.

Weilin picked up the bottle, filled it up for Madmonchi, and asked, "How long do you plan to stay in Kadero Province this time?"

"About half a month."

Madmonchi did not hide the kingdom's transfer order and directly told Weilin the specific time.

"So fast."

There was a hint of regret in Weilin's eyes, but all good things must come to an end.

"To be honest, this war really shocked me." Madmonkey picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Then he slowly said, "I don't know where you found that giant beast. I can see that Kyle failed to activate its complete form."

Weilin smiled and asked, "Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"Lie." Madmonchi looked at Weilin and made a choice.

Weilin heard this, and Shanshan smiled and said, "Then I'd better tell the truth."

"That war beast puppet, as you imagined, was obtained during my expedition campaign."

"This war weapon is the product of a magical civilization. Once..."

While Weilin was explaining, Madmonchi looked a little obsessed.

I don’t know how long it was, but when Madmonchi came to his senses, he saw his daughter and grandson appear beside him.

"when did you come."

Madmonchi pulled his grandson into his arms, touched his little head, then looked at his daughter and asked.

Leila smiled and replied in a gentle tone, "Half an hour."

"Come here, let me see." Across the coffee table, Weilin waved to the little guy with a smile on his face.

The little boy looked at his grandfather, then at his mother, and after getting their permission, he ran to the other side.

Weilin reached out and gently pinched the little boy's cheek, his smile growing even brighter as he asked, "What's your name?"

"Paloto, Paloto Aix." The little boy blinked his big eyes and answered in a clear voice.

"Then what should you call me?"

Weilin looked at Paloto's serious expression, and a feeling of fondness welled up in his heart, and he asked curiously.

When Pallotto heard this, his brows slightly frowned, and after thinking seriously, he said, "Uncle."

Weilin shook his finger, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said in denial: "This is not right, think about it carefully."

Pallotto tilted his head, a puzzled look on his face, and asked in confusion: "You call my grandfather uncle and my mother sister, so isn't she my uncle?"

"Yes and no." Weilin touched his chin and said with a smile.

"Then what should I call you?"

Palotto blinked, his eyes full of curiosity, and stared at Weilin closely, as if trying to find the answer from his face.

"According to seniority, you can call me brother." Weilin touched Paloto's head, a cunning light flashed in his eyes, and he answered.

Hearing this, Paluoto fell silent for a moment, with confusion written all over his face, not understanding why this happened.

"why?"

In response to Pallotto's question, Weilin shook his head and said, "This matter is very complicated. You can ask your mother when you go back."

“However, I can tell you that I was wrong to call it that, but it was not a big mistake.”

"But……"

Paloto was in a dilemma, his hands were clenched into fists, confusion was revealed in his eyes, he didn't quite understand what his uncle...brother said.

"Go to your mother."

Verin patted Pallotto on the back and told him to go to his mother, Leila.

Madmonchi watched this scene with a smile in his eyes. Whenever he was alone with his grandson, he always liked to tease him and liked to look at his curious expression.

"Uncle Madmonchi, do you still need me to fulfill my promise?"

"Forget it. I still can't bear to part with Paloto." Madmonchi shook his head and said without hesitation.

"That's it!"

Seeing this, Weilin didn't know what to say.

Three days later, the Luoyunpo camp was disbanded, and Weilin led the army back to Qixing Territory.

Madmonchi asked Kadechi and Leila to take Paloto to Qixing Territory to visit Flora, while he stayed in the 16th Silver Knights to handle troop affairs.