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The awkward atmosphere began to spread, and Aaron looked at the sky speechlessly.

Another question about the historical legacy of the original owner.

You are talking about Aaron again, what does it have to do with me, Qin Ming?

Although Alice had known about this for a long time, she couldn't help but glare at Aaron.

She had just arrived in Leiden City, and she thought she would find Aaron and the Albert family soon.

After all, no matter how much a family declines, it still has a manor, right?

But who would have thought that Aaron would dare to sell his home?

What's more, the only prophet in Leiden City, Tion, is dead, and the last way to find someone is gone.

There is no address or portrait. If you want to find someone in the huge city of Leiden, you can only try your luck.

"But this is all in the past," Dagos patted Aaron on the shoulder, "At least you have changed a lot from the person you were before."

"Have we met?"

"It's just that I've seen you once, from a distance. It seems like the goddess of fate is really everywhere."

Dagos glanced at Bars intentionally or unintentionally, and gently took out a parchment scroll and handed it to Aaron.

Aaron subconsciously took it and browsed it quickly under the light of the magic crystal above his head.

Magical runes flickered faintly on this parchment, forming an extraordinary version of the anti-counterfeiting mark from another world.

It was the title deed to the estate of the Albert family, and it has now been returned to its original owner.

Alice pinched Aaron's arm in a subtle way, and the latter understood and said hurriedly: "Thank you, Mr. Dagges, oh no, Uncle Dagges."

Dagos nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder again, "The door of the Iris Chamber of Commerce will always be open to you. I still have some things I need to communicate with you..."

He deliberately prolonged the ending, and the smile in his eyes became even stronger, "It's about your wedding to Little Aili."

Aaron could clearly feel Alice's originally relaxed muscles stiffening again.

He turned his head to look at Alice, only to find that she rarely refuted Dagus. She lowered her head very rarely and could not clearly see the expression on her face.

"Okay, okay, let's talk in detail later. If it drags on any longer, the Lord of Bars will blame me." Dagos winked at Aaron, and then said: "I'll go down for a walk first and talk to old friends. Chatting, by the way, this is Garcia."

He pointed at the blue-haired young man leaning against the wall not far away, "He is from the North Country. He is a great young man. Maybe you can get to know him."

Aaron looked subconsciously and saw the blue-haired young man shaking the goblet and nodding to them.

"Uncle, I said, I don't need protection." Alice frowned and looked at Garcia.

"Little Ellie, you may not need it, but Mr. Aaron will need it," Dagus coughed dryly and changed the topic: "Lord Bals, I heard that something happened to Little Ellie in the sewer before? "

He still looked at Bars with a smile, and his tone was relaxed and freehand, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but at the same time he seemed to be asking.

"This is the City Lord's Mansion, President Dagos."

Dagus nodded to Alice and Aaron again, then turned and left.

The blue-haired young man named Garcia was still standing silently not far away, but his eyes had begun to look at Aaron, and the goblet in his hand had been put aside casually.

"I wonder why Lord Bars wants to see us again?" Alice's attitude immediately cooled down as soon as Dagos left.

It hadn't been long since that battle in the sewer, and Toge's words were still firmly in her mind.

Regardless of whether what he said was a lie or not, Tion's death was definitely related to Bals.

"First of all, it's to express my apology," Bales said as if he couldn't see the coldness on Alice's face, "After all, I'm sorry for that incident."

Alice's tone softened slightly and she was about to speak, but she heard Aaron say suddenly: "Maybe it's because we are still alive that we can hear your apology?"

The destructive power of these words was so great that even Bars lost his composure for a moment, "Sir Aaron, what do you mean by this?"

"Later I overheard Sartre mention that Lord Bars, you were involved in the design of the sewers of Leiden City, weren't you?"

"Of course, but that was a long time ago."

"I also heard that you didn't arrive at the scene until Tog died?"

Aaron looked at Alice, who hesitated and nodded slowly.

Bals's tone changed subtly, "Sir Aaron, maybe you should have discovered that Tog and the creeping hands you fight are ordinary creeping hands, and those creeping hands with extraordinary power are all It’s against me.”

As he spoke, he casually took out several cult cards of different colors, including black iron, bronze and even silver. Each card had a severed hand of different shapes painted on it.

"Tien's card has not been completely contaminated, but these crawling hands are quite difficult to deal with."

Aaron was startled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced back and forth at the scattered cards, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

The system did not pop up a prompt, which means that these cards cannot be converted into knowledge points.

Of course, this was not his purpose.

"Then, how about we go back again?"

Aaron looked at Bars with a half-smile, "Well, Sir Bars, why don't we go back and take a look again?"

Alice frowned slightly and glanced at Aaron in surprise, wondering what he and the Lord of Bals were talking about.

Bals coughed, "There was a cult incident there and it was temporarily banned. I can't let the cult atmosphere leak out."

"Yes," Aaron nodded in agreement, with a sharp light in his eyes, and seemingly carelessly dropped the sentence, "So why not let Sartre and Siosande deal with it?"

Gold coin system, sword system, Holy Grail system and even scepter system, each profession has its own method to cleanse the evil atmosphere. However, only the gold coin system, or the gold coin system extraordinary person in the Tower of Stars can completely collect the evil atmosphere.

In Leiden City, there is no more suitable candidate than Sartre and Siosande, but these two people have almost stayed in their room and did not go out!

The conceited Siosande said this incident inadvertently, complaining that the Lord of Bals looked down on the people of the Tower of Stars. He also blamed Sartre, thinking that he was definitely the one who lowered the Lord's image of the Tower of Stars.

"I bet, Mr. Bars, you came here on foot instead of choosing the fastest and easiest way to penetrate the passage."

Aaron said while maintaining a smile, but his nerves were highly tense, and he was always on guard against Balth's sudden attack. Even "Dream Talk*Language Distortion" was already in a state of being activated.

"So, Mr. Bals, is there anything more important than rescuing the two apprentices who are direct descendants of the Algrant Kingdom and the master of the Star Tower?"

In addition, everyone can probably feel that this stage of the story is coming to an end...

I don’t know what will happen when I wrap up the story that I wrote, which is almost 100,000 words.

It could be awesome or it could be shit...

But I’m still very grateful to see you here~

We have also made slight adjustments based on feedback from readers in the book review area, and the pace may be slightly faster in the future...

(Don't expect me to speed it up much...)