"What a rich light element," Xixi took a deep breath.

"This must be the palace of Seghart, the Lord of City of Light," Yang Jian touched his nose.

The group pushed open a door, and a strong breath of light rushed towards him.

Everyone suddenly felt like they were bathing a sauna and were sweating profusely.

Then, a giant relief sculpture of a figure appeared before everyone.

Seghart glared at him, his hands crossed, as if he was looking down at all, and a faint pressure came upon everyone.

Everyone walked forward while sweating and found a small monument under the relief.

"The Monument to Fight Against Evil", Hans frowned and thought, "The Arad Warrior Trio will permanently seal the Lord of Light, who has done many evil things, and will protect the safety of the people of Arad, and will achieve success for thousands of years..."

Hans couldn't continue to read.

"The Lord of Light stayed well on his territory, but was killed by this group of birdmen, which turned out to be a success." Yang Jian said disdainfully.

"If they were in their heyday, could your trio have taken a move?" Feng also disdained.

Xixi stared at the messy limericks and "Xx's visit here" engraved on the monument, and watched with relish.

At this time, Yang Jian felt a dazed in his heart. What's wrong with him? He touched his head.

"Human", a voice came into his mind.

"Which great god has arrived?" Yang Jian watched everywhere.

"The one in front of you" voice is tepid.

"Could it be Mr. Seghart?" Yang Jian boldly guessed.

"That's right, but what you hear is a piece of my remnant thought", the voice is silent.

"Do you still have an unfulfilled wish?" Yang Jian further speculated.

"I once made a vow before my master Baccar to protect this palace forever, and now I am powerless to protect it."

A faint sigh was heard.

"What do you mean?"

"If you have the chance, please help me bring this letter to my master," the voice sighed.

Yang Jian suddenly felt something more in his pocket. He touched it with his hand and found it was a piece of letter paper.

"But old sir, you know Bakar's character, it's risky for me to go," Yang Jian shrugged.

"I understand what you mean," the voice fell silent.

At this time, a light elf dancing in the air flew towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian stretched out his hands, and the Elf of Light flew to Yang Jian's hand, motionless.

Suddenly, the elf turned into a pink card!

"Old sir, why do you trust me so much?" Yang Jian suppressed the excitement in his heart, stuffed the card into his pocket with one hand, and then asked his own question.

"You are different from the Arad Warriors trio", Seghart's rare cold humor.

"Aren't you worried about seeing the wrong person?" Yang Jian shrugged again.

"Go, human."

This is the last sentence Yang Jian heard from Seghart.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, wake up." Hans kept patting Yang Jian on the shoulder.

At this time, Hans considered whether to wake him up with a slap.

He raised his thick slap and hesitated.

"Hans, you really did it?!" Yang Jian's eyes opened.

"I'm still thinking about drawing a cross on your face," Xixi smiled mischievously.

Yang Jian jumped up.

Everyone was packing their luggage and looking at Seghart's relief, Yang Jian touched the pockets on both sides, and a light flashed in his eyes.
Chapter completed!