Chapter 477 (1/2)

”How is it going?” Duran felt bad when he saw bastenfay come back empty handed.

Although the thing is not as important as his son, it is something that he spent countless efforts to get, and he will not be reconciled to losing it.

”At least, there's a top fighter behind me. It's not good for you to help me fight.” Basstanfay said directly, ”this time you think you're in bad luck.”

Duran did not want to make a deal with him, because he didn't want to deal with him.

As for Duran, what else can he do beyond his own misfortune? He even has no ability to blame bastenfay, because he is on the weak side of the relationship between the two sides.

The other party can help him once, is to give face, he forced to go on, the latter thing is what he would like to see.

Duran's face was not very good-looking, but she was relieved. No matter what, as long as little Parry could come back, she could plan for the future, but she just put in the energy and resources before.

Katob pushed open the secret door in the basement and pressed his hand on his face, he could see the granulation wriggling, and the blood with the breath of life flowed through his body again, at least making him no longer like a dead man.

He knelt on the ground and covered his mouth. He laughed wildly, and his expression became crazy. He succeeded. He got the spring of life from the other party and became the reserve of ghost man. Next, as long as he found a suitable vice soul, he could become a ghost man and hold extraordinary power in one jump.

After entering the iron and steel age, although the entry-level method of extraordinary power was popularized, there were still few people who mastered the extraordinary power. A fighter who mastered the extraordinary power could enjoy the privilege of aristocracy in any place, although he could not be hereditary and had no fiefdom.

More people just reach the level of physical exercise, they have no resources to exchange blood for themselves, so although there are a lot of practice of bone forging, most of them have no further possibility.

After laughing wildly, katob wiped away his tears and looked at the box in the corner. Around him, he could see some traces of lime and a faint odor.

Katob stood up, opened the secret door again, lifted the small box, thought about it, and put an envelope on it.

……

”The Lord of the city is here...”

”What can I do?”

”Lord of the city...”

The noise made Duran feel a little trance. When the housekeeper informed him, he saw the housekeeper's expression, and he had a prediction.

But until now, he still felt that everything was dreaming, as if everything had become unreal.

Clearly not long ago, he was still showing off his achievements and his efforts to himself, but why did this happen.

The crowd separated in silence. Duran saw the small box that was placed there, and a pale purple face stayed in the lime like this.

Duran's feet softened and sat down on the ground, shouting: ”this is not my son. My little parry is not dead. He can't be dead.”