It is not a secret that monks and demons have the same bloodline, but when these two identities overlap, it will still have a significant impact on Xia Zuo.

Abel showed no embarrassment and anger because of this doubt, and asked back, "So what?"

Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer. He witnessed the cruelty and evil of the demon clan. It is precisely because of this that he led the civilians to resist those demon clans. But is all the demon clans evil?

Xia Zuo finally figured out what was wrong. At this moment, a crack appeared in the wall that had been firmly erected in his heart... Just as the former magician was divided into the ranks of evil and sin, but this division was no longer affected by the outside world, but because of his own experience and facts.

"Hey, help me sort out the manor?" Abel's words interrupted Shazzo's thoughts.

Xia Zuo came to his senses, but his brows were still frowning. Xia Zuo, who was thinking, began to organize the house. He was once a knight servant, was not unfamiliar with these things. He fetched water, wiped, and cleaned them... It was not until the evening that Xia Zuo roughly cleaned the manor, and as for the vines and weeds outside the manor, he was preparing to wait until the next day to do it.

That night, Shazzo spent in Ellis City. The room was very quiet, and it could be said that it was dead silent. However, from beginning to end, Shazzo did not fall asleep, nor did she choose to practice magic or fight, and she spent herself in contemplation and chaos...

The next day, Xia Zuo began to sort out the vines outside the house. Halfway through the tidy manor, there were more visitors in this quiet manor. The visitor was an old man, and from his luxurious clothes, it can be seen that this was a demon. Compared to Kiabrew, he was much stronger.

"I'm glad you can come back! My friend." Soli hugged this disaster-torn figure.

"Thank you for your visit!" Abel smiled a little on his face. "I came back this time, but I brought a lot of sweet wine."

As he said that, he turned to Xia Zuo and said, "Get to have a meal now!"

Xia Zuo frowned slightly. He had never had a high talent in cooking. He had never cooked anything since Weirs followed him, but when he heard him, he walked into the kitchen...

"I haven't heard from you for a long time. Will you still leave after coming back this time?" Soli sat next to Abel and asked this old friend.

"It shouldn't be gone." Abel shook his head and looked at his withered palms. "Even if he wants to leave, he may not be able to walk!"

"Is that right? That's right, we old guys can finally get together. Over the years, all of those old guys have kept you by their mouths?" Soli said with a high tone. There was also a sense of excitement on his face, "By the way, I haven't told you yet! Ella has given birth to a fourth grandson for me?"

"Wait, who is pregnant?"

"Ala! Haven't you ever hugged her?"

"I seem to have lost my memory over the years!"

...

While chatting, Xia Zuo held the food and put it in front of them. A pungent and burnt smell rushed into his nostrils. Soli's eyes were frozen and he looked at the burnt barbecue, "What exactly is this cooked?"

"Would you like to change a plate for you?" Abel couldn't help asking.

"Forget it! I haven't eaten anything when we were in the military camp before?" Soli glanced at the figure standing at the table and wearing a mask. "But, you servant, really isn't a cooking ingredient!"

"I just came back, but I can't find a chef! But I have to admit that he did other things, but he was good at it." Abel praised, but his tone was full of pride.

Soli picked up the fork and took a bite. Then his face turned a little red, but even so, he did not spit out the barbecue, but swallowed it into his stomach. Then he stared at the figure, "God! Such cooking skills are going to hell."

Abel added a kind sentence, "If you add some wine, it may be better."

Soli nodded and actually bite the black and burnt barbecue again, "Do you remember that old Bull? To be honest, his taste is really weird. Maybe he will like the meat you baked by, your servant."

"Who said no? But if you say that, I want to hire a chef tomorrow."

"You've just come back, tomorrow, I'll bring a good chef tomorrow."

Xia Zuo glanced silently at the two people who were talking and left the restaurant...

After a while, Abel sent him to the door. After a day, there were almost four or five people visiting. The next day there seemed to be more people visiting. The manor, which was originally full of silence, gradually regained its vitality. After a few days of sorting, the manor that was originally dilapidated and dusty gradually regained its proper beauty. On the fourth day after Baron Abel returned to Ellis, he held a party and invited all the people who visited these days.

There were many people invited this time, and they sat on a long table that was about ten meters long. The servants stood beside them, replenishing the sweet wine they had drunk.

"You don't know that the cooking skills of his servant are really no different from poison. After I ate them yesterday, I vomited them all that night!" Soli pointed to the figure standing beside Abel and laughed loudly.

"Solly, just shut your mouth! Your mother lets you speak is the greatest blasphemy to the gods."

"Hehe...you're so embarrassed to talk about him. I didn't know who was talking before, so let all of us be punished with him!"

...

A group of friends gathered at the long table and talked about the past. There was nothing more memorable than this. In the chat, these old nobles gradually shifted the topic to the recent "Dragon Slayer Incident":

"I heard that there was a little guy who made that old man Zoro very angry recently!"

An old man wearing an eye mask smiled.

A strong man was holding a crutch. After hearing his words, his crutch buttoned his crutch and attracted his eyes to him, "I have heard of this, I heard that this little guy came from the Western Continent and has a magical ability!"

"Magic ability!?" Harry seemed to remember something and grabbed the large piece of skin on his arm that had been burned many years ago. "Do you remember? We have met such people before!"

"I will never forget such a thing in my life. I have already explained it to the little devil at home. If I meet such a person in the future, I will go as far as I can!" A big scar was cut off from the person's face, and the marks spread directly from his face to his body.

...

These people are lucky for the sake of this country, because they still have the opportunity to talk a lot, but more can only sleep in the cold underground.

Shazzo stood beside him holding the wine jar in his hand, listening calmly as they were talking about themselves. After seeing the wine in Abel's cup had been drunk, he took a step forward and refilled the wine.

"I heard that this little guy has begun to attack Ellis City now?" A figure who was sitting on the long table and slimming his bones suddenly spoke.

Abel couldn't help laughing, "Polly, have you retired long ago? Why do you still care about such things now?"

"Human! If you don't find something to say, what's the difference between it and the Walking Dead!"

Poly's words made the figure on the long table fall into a brief depression, "If this is true, it seems that we old guys can only go out."

"Okay! For those of us who should have died long ago, we should die on the battlefield." Abel's tone was filled with ease, as if for them, dying in battle was even more a relief!

"I'm afraid this kind of thing is not our turn. There are so many soldiers in Ellis City. If a person's power is really at that level, it will be no different from God?"

I only heard an unknown figure sitting at the end of the long table and said, and this sentence did not make the atmosphere suddenly depressed and solidified, but instead caused a burst of laughter. "Do you still remember? Just when we went to the battlefield for the first time, Baron Harry was so scared that he even wet his pants."

"Fuck, my wine pot is broken!" Harry's old face turned red, but his tone was loudly explained.

But his explanation was soon drowned in the booing sound, and Harry was so angry that he trembled all over. In the end, Abel couldn't help but interrupt their conversation, "Okay! My friends, please pick up the wine glasses at your hands. I toast you, to those alive old immortals, to those dead warriors, and to those enemies who have been killed by us!"

The old nobles raised their glasses and drank them all in one sip, but then they heard a series of coughs. A wave of redness surged across Abel's face, but he still hummed softly, "You are really old, you can't even drink a glass of wine!"

Abel put down his wine glass, and his figure had just sat down. An old man who sat opposite Abel and remained silent from the beginning to the end slowly stood up from the chair, and the wine glass was swaying between his hands. "In the valley of Moss, we were blocked by three thousand soldiers in the valley. A soldier who had just joined the army rushed to kill the famous white-haired Count with a spear; when the river beside the north island, we were besieged on an isolated island, and one led us to break through the defense line; in the land of eternal day, facing the bald heads, one by one blocked all their figures with fists... Now let us use wine to toast this hero!"

The old people looked at Abel, and raised their wine glasses one after another. The wine glass banquet was shrouded in noise. It was very late that night. Under the guidance of the servants, the drunk old people stepped on their own carriages and left......)

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