Chapter 172 Flower Tea and Old Friends

Griffili and the others stayed in this lifeless village and had no appetite for food anymore. At Eugene's suggestion, they began to walk south. Before reaching the next village, Alice, who was patrolling high in the sky, drove down with a silver dragon.

"To the west, there is a small village in a valley to the west, and there are people inside." Alice ran to Griffili while holding up her messy long hair blown by the wind. "It was Lola who found us flying high in the sky. She is very sensitive to human breath, so she should not be noticed by the other party."

Griffili was slightly stunned. He had never heard of the saying that Silver Dragon was very sensitive to the breath of the common people. "It was a dark aura!" Eugene took it to Griffili and reminded him, then took off a purple hairpin on his long hair, gently pressed it on Alice's long hair, and then smiled at Alice, "It's very beautiful, very suitable for you." Alice's brain was immediately deficient in oxygen, and she was confused and didn't know what to say.

Griffili nodded in agreement with Eugene's words. The Silver Dragon clan was quite disgusted with the aura of darkness. If so, it was not surprising that Lola could find it at a height of several thousand meters, but what kind of dark race would it be? Griffili first ruled out the most likely blood clan, because it is daytime, and there will be no blood clan wherever natural light appears, unless...

"Go and take a look." Griffili said, taking the lead in walking out of the village, and the others followed. Only Rora was still lying on the ground at the entrance of the village and dozing, which shows how hard she was exploited by Alice during this period.

Lola might have been able to leap for only half an hour, but it allowed Griffili and the others to walk from noon to evening. When they emerged from densely packed broad-leaved forests and thorns, the one that appeared in front of them was like a small village isolated from the world, with less than a dozen houses, and had cultivated more than a dozen acres of thin fields on the slopes on both sides of the valley, with sugar cane and potatoes planted on it.

This is a slightly calm village. Apart from the "rustling" sound of trees rustling under the wind, there is only a monotonous "click" sound in the whole village, which is a sound similar to the broken dead branches.

This voice is not unfamiliar to Skull, so he was honored to say, "Someone is chopping wood." As he said that, he got used to touching the axe blade again.

Yes, they all heard it and saw the only person in the village.

This was a thin old man with a hunchback. He was chopping a thick and round wood with a hatchet. He piled up the wood chips he chopped off next to his right hand. The lengths and thicknesses of these wood chips were almost exactly the same. On his left hand was a small wood stove. The water in the kettle on the wood stove had boiled, and a fragrance of flower tea spread out.

In fact, the moment Griffili saw the old man, his eyes became wet, the old man's meticulous white hair combed backwards, his withered and rigorous face, his spotless and simple clothes, and the most perfect, white and jade-like hands Griffili had ever seen... It was these hands that caught him back from the altar of the Snake Tribe Temple.

Of course, Alice also remembers who he is. She shook Griffili's arm with a look of surprise. She had experienced too many unbelievable events this day, and she spoke hesitantly, "He...he is..."

"There is no dark aura on him." Eugenena interrupted, "But I can still feel some faint dark aura here." It was not until this moment that Eugenena discovered that Griffily and Alice looked strange.

Griffili thought to himself that's right, it would be strange if you could feel the aura of darkness from him.

Perhaps he finally noticed that a guest had entered, the old man stopped chopping wood, stood up and looked at Griffily, leaned slightly in Eugene's surprised eyes, and called out "Young Master!"

This was really unexpected to Eugene and Skull. Unexpectedly, Griffili was so lucky that he could meet an old friend here.

Griffili stepped forward and held the old Quino's hand, "Call me Gri, you have fulfilled your vow. I am no longer your young master, and you are no longer a slave to the Steman family."

"No, Master, although I have fulfilled my oath to protect the Steman family, I have not fulfilled my promise to you and I have not been able to help you to the top in person. I am sorry, but I am also very proud of you. Master, it seems that you are even better than I expected." Old Quino said sincerely.

Griffili pulled Old Quino to greet everyone, put aside these sad topics and joked: "Old Quino, it seems that you have a premonition that I am coming, so you have cooked tea."

When Old Quinu heard this, he immediately found a few cups and poured the flower tea in the pot to everyone, saying, "The habit that has been developed in the Steman family for four hundred years. If you don't drink a sip of Tordo flower tea every day, you will feel itchy. But how could you suddenly appear here?"

Griffili drank the flower tea handed over by Old Quino, and his lips remained fragrant as before, and his mouth was full of salivation. He put down the teacup and said to him: "I originally came to ask you for help, but it seems that you are the one who needs help now."

Eugene heard it inexplicably, but in the intuition of a strong man, she instinctively sensed that Old Quino was a master.

Old Quino looked at Griffili guiltily, "Young Master, this is my family business, there is no reason to let you interfere."

"Old Quino, a mask cannot repay your four hundred years of protection for the Steman family. I will repay what my ancestors owe. Speaking of which, I really have reason to get involved in your blood family affairs and tell me whether the Eighth Knight Suman and the Arthur family members are on the Snow-Tooth Peninsula?"

Before Old Quino answered, Griffili introduced to Eugene: "This is the former housekeeper of our Steman family, and now the fourth prince of the blood clan, Quino. Oh no, it should be the third prince. I remember a prince was burned to ashes by you in Hurricane Canyon."

Old Quino and Eugene Na looked at each other in surprise. Old Quino was surprised that Griffili, who was framed by the Holy See, actually brought a closest to the Lord, the Yongguang Knight. Don’t ask Old Quino how he knew Eugene Na was the Yongguang Knight. You should know that the Yongguang Knight killed the third prince of the blood clan. With the arrival of Suman, it had long been spread throughout the Bloody Teeth Peninsula.

Eugene also had a reason to be surprised. No matter how she looked, she could not associate the old man in front of her with the blood clan prince who was not astonishing and had no dark aura fluctuations. But soon, she knew the answer.

The old Quino, who was still kind just now, nodded slightly to Griffili, immediately transformed a gorgeous transformation. The twelve-meter-long bat wings and the golden thread that emitted a faint redness under the sunset glow, made Eugene and Skull who were not yet clear about the background know that this was a real blood prince.

Old Quino leaned slightly towards Eugene, "For this reason, thank you for your protection to the young master in Hurricane Canyon."

Eugene didn't answer, and she was completely attracted by the silver mask on Old Quino's face. "Immunization of daily punishment, changing appearance, hiding the dark aura, and the hypocritical mask really does not disappoint the name of the sacred relics of the blood clan."

As soon as Alice heard the "hypocritical mask", she no longer cared about tasting the fragrant flower tea. She looked at the mask on Old Quino's face with her eyes glowing, and took a step forward involuntarily. If she had the hypocritical mask, could she change herself to be more beautiful?

Even the Naoji, who stood alone behind, glanced at the mask on Old Quino's face, and then returned to meditation.

The atmosphere became a little stagnant after Old Quino finished speaking. The showdown between light and darkness will be staged. For Eugene, the blood clan who grew up to the prince's stage cannot be redeemed, only destruction.

Old Quino was not afraid of the Yongguang Knight. Eugene killed the third prince of the blood clan in one round, but it does not mean that her strength is much higher than that of the third prince. This only means that the third prince underestimates the enemy, or is too stupid, and actually hits the holy flame of Eugene behind the transformation, which is purely seeking death.

In fact, the transformation of a two-winged Yongguang Knight can only last about an hour. For those who are like the Blood Clan Prince, you can wait until her transformation time passes and then confront her head. If a blood Clan Prince sincerely avoids it, his flexibility in the air will not be able to reach even a four-winged Yongguang Knight. Otherwise, the Holy Holy Church would have flattened the Snow Teeth Peninsula.

There is another reason why Old Quino is not afraid. As a holy object of the blood clan, the hypocritical mask is not only a heavenly existence, but also a few people know about the power damage to the divine attributes. Old Quino knows this, and Eugene, as the Knight of the Yongguang, also knows this.

Griffili was not worried that they would suddenly fight. With him, Old Quino would never take action first. And Eugene took... [Lord] Although he could not redeem existences like the Blood Prince, he could be tolerant.

Sure enough, Eugene took the holy sword in her hand and inserted it back, stepped forward a few steps and picked up the tea cup on the tea table and took a sip. "This tea is cooked well. I'm the first time I've drunk the tea cooked by the prince of the Vampire."

Old Quino turned back to the old man, "This is also the first time I have made tea for Knight Yongguang. I am honored to say my heart!"

Alice looked at this strange scene. This scene was a huge mystery in the world. It was so visually impactful. A Knight of Yongguang stood with a blood clan prince and chatted with each other.

If Eugene would stand at the top of Diak City as a Knight of the Light that day, Alice would never find it strange again. Because, this was only because of one person, Griffili, who could always create some miracles that could not happen.
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