Chapter 1020

The next afternoon, Weilin stretched his body, left the Cecilia demiplane, and returned to Wansen Manor.

He pushed open the door and came to the courtyard. Just as he was about to take the recliner out, he found a black shadow in the sky, accelerating towards Wansen Manor.

"Mr. Crest."

After taking a closer look, Weilin looked shocked, and some could not believe what he saw.

When he was a hundred meters away from the ground, Crest slowed down and landed on the green grass of Wansen Manor.

Seeing this, Weilin stuffed the half-taken recliner back and flew towards the green grass.

Kyle and Celeste, who also witnessed this scene, stopped their work and rushed to the green grass.

Arriving in the middle of the grass, Weilin waved his hand to send the frightened maid to the ground out of the grass range, and then quickly came to Crest's side, performing the soul skill [Healing-Life], ready to heal the other party's injuries.

The power of death came into contact with the light green magic, just like fierce oil hitting a raging fire, and a violent reaction occurred.

Kyle and Celeste, who arrived here immediately, saw this scene and sat down around Crest, using their own strength to expel the power of death for the other party.

Three hours later, Weilin felt exhausted and fell to the ground, staring at the sky with lifeless eyes. The magic power and fighting spirit in his body were drained at the same time, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Two hours later, Weilin, who had recovered some strength, sat up again and continued to infuse magic power into Crest to neutralize the power of death.

After Weilin repeated it three times, Celeste stopped for the first time, looked at Kyle silently, did not speak, closed his eyes, and recovered the power of dawn in his body.

Twenty hours later, when Kyle's magic power was about to run out, the last trace of death power in Crest's body was dispelled.

Without the corrosion of the power of death, Crest's body recovered quickly.

In a moment, Crest's soul regained the perception of his body. He slowly opened his eyes, his expression was slightly dull, still immersed in the previous fierce battle, and could not come back for a long time.

Looking at the silent Crest, Weilin asked with some concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

After a long time, Crest came back to his senses and said to the three people: "I owe you a favor."

"Sir Crest, since you said so, I will accept this favor with a smile." Weilin replied half-jokingly, trying to ease Crest's emotions.

Although he didn't know what the other party had experienced, he could guess from the fear in his eyes that the other party must have encountered a strong enemy.

After cheering up, Crest bowed solemnly to Weilin and said: "Wei Lin, if it weren't for you, I might have died today."

"I, Crest, would like to thank you here. If there is anything I need to do in the future, as long as it is within my ability, I will definitely help."

Hearing Crest's words, Kyle and Celest thought he was just thanking Weilin, but only Weilin himself knew what the other party was talking about.

"Sir Crest, the light left for you by the Dawn Sword Saint has been activated."

Hearing this, Crest nodded silently.

Weilin was silent after hearing this. After a long time, he asked, "Can you tell us what happened to you?"

"Yes."

Crest nodded and began to tell what he had encountered.

Half an hour later, when Crest stopped telling, Weilin still hadn't recovered from the thrilling scene.

As expected, the owner of the black hand must be a continent legend, an existence of the same level as his grandfather.

However, what surprised him even more was that Lord Crest was obviously a legendary fortune teller, but he could hold on for so long in the hands of a legendary low-level undead warrior, a legendary low-level undead mage, and a legendary low-level swordsman, and even escaped their encirclement.

"Lord Crest, what you said just now means that you are thanking my master for meeting you." Kyle slowly came to his senses, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and asked.

"That's right." Upon hearing this, Crest nodded without hesitation, and then said, "If I hadn't met Weilin, I wouldn't have met the Dawn Sword Saint. Without the sword intent left by the Dawn Sword Saint, I might have become a legendary undead now."

Welin asked curiously: "Can't you predict your own danger?"

Crest's eyes revealed a trace of helplessness and bitterness, and he slowly said: "Small risks, I can predict, big disasters, I can also see, but sometimes I can see the death disaster of myself, and sometimes it is a fog and can't be seen."

"Fog of fate." Kyle said suddenly.

"Yes." Crest nodded and said, "This invisible disaster is called the fog of fate in the way of fate. As the saying goes, playing with fate, you will eventually be played by fate."

Welin couldn't help but sighed: "Sir Crest, you can actually get to this point in this disaster, it's really amazing!"

Hearing this, Crest slowly shook his head, and a bitter smile appeared on his face, containing endless vicissitudes and helplessness.

Seeing this, Weilin shut up tactfully and didn't say another word.

Judging from the small, the curse of fate will definitely not disappear, but someone else will resist it for him, maybe someone close to him, or maybe his enemy.

But then again, who can become a legend without something to bear?

"Sir, how long do you plan to stay in the Kingdom of South Milton?"

Hearing Weilin's question, Crest asked, "What is your matter?"

"I would like to ask you to intercede for Viscount Locke Abner in front of Her Royal Highness Princess Sabrina, so that she can change her impression of Locke Abner and accept him."

"Cough, cough, cough."

Crest coughed a few times while holding his chest, and said, "Let's go tonight, I will intercede for you to Sabrina."

Weilin asked, "Your injuries are still so serious, why don't you rest for a few days before setting off."

"No." Crest shook his head and said, "I'm afraid those undeads have big plans, so I must return to the Kingdom of Kawen Magic as soon as possible and report this to the parliament."

"I understand."

Weilin nodded and replied, and no longer persuaded him. He packed up casually and went to the manor where Sabrina was staying with Crest.

In less than a moment, only Kyle and Celeste were left on the grass.

"You are quite good."

"You are not bad either."

After saying this to each other, the two left and went to work on their own affairs.

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