"Sword Saint, Dust?"

Amy, who was standing aside, repeated the two words word by word, with a 200% shock on her face. Then, she turned around and asked Ella: "Your Majesty, are there any logical contradictions when Lily just said? The Sword Saint is the Sword Saint, and Dust is Dust. If a person is the Sword Saint, he cannot be Dust; if a person is the Sword Saint, he cannot be the Sword Saint..."

"Actually, I feel so." Dust raised his hand in the crowd in disappointment. "I can't be a swordsman, so can I go back now?"

"Where do you want to go?" Lily drew out the sword with a clang and aimed accurately at Dust's throat. "The last words left by his father are to kill Duke Aquitaine. As the new sword saint, you can't leave anywhere before you make this happen!"

"I surrender." Dust was obviously afraid of being beaten, so he quickly raised his hands, "I am the Sword Saint, I am the Sword Saint, please put away your sword!"

"Do you still dare to order me? Do you really treat yourself as a swordsman?"

"So am I a Sword Saint?" Dust was in tears, "Sister, can you give me a correct word?"

"Sister? You actually called me Sister?"

"I surrender, I surrender!" Dust hurriedly hurriedly squatted on the ground with his head in his arms.

Ella was completely stunned. Although she was Dust's personal disciple, Dust could not become a swordsman, she still knew that this was impossible.

"So...what the hell is going on?"

"Advisor... I said, before asking questions, can you treat me to a big meal?" Dust raised his head miserably, "I have been locked in a small dark room for a few months, gnawing on radishes and vegetables every day. I was pulled on the boat just a few days after I was released. I haven't had a good meal yet."

Just so happens that there are still many pigs that were killed by Hestein that have not been eaten up.

After hearing that after Hestein was injured, Lily rushed to Hestein's tent immediately. Dust, who stayed, threw away the knife and fork prepared by Ella for him, buried his face in a plate and swallowed it, making him reincarnate a starving ghost.

"So, what happened?" Amy asked, "How did you trick you into the position of "Sword Saint"?"

"What is cheating!" Dust raised his head angrily from the plate, "It was them who arrested me and locked me in a small dark room, okay? This is a total lynching! Use lynching!"

"I heard that when you brag in a tavern that you were the descendant of the Sword Clan, you were captured by Lily who passed by to Antilia... Isn't this totally worthy?"

"I've never seen such a troublesome opponent before!"

Dust beats his chest and stamps his feet, wailing:

"Even if you are blind, you are even more powerful when fighting than if you have eyes. Throwing lime powder is useless. She heard it secretly. She hit his horse with a carriage and was killed by her with a knife. Even she could stab her through the wall with a sword! How afraid of my sword clan is that I will train such a person to deal with me! Where did they learn my sword skills from!"

"Well? Master, isn't the sword technique you taught me also belongs to the Mistertin clan?" Ella asked in confusion, "Isn't it normal for them to crack their own sword technique?"

"Well... Actually, although it is of the same origin, my genre parted ways with the sword clan on Antillia for a long time ago."

"So?" Amy interrupted Dust's nonsense, "How can you become a swordsman when you are captured and locked up?"

"Don't underestimate me, okay? Although I can't beat the direct descendant of the Sword Clan, I can still deal with those disciples from the outer sect. Although I was locked up in a small dark room, those disciples who come to deliver food to me every day must respectfully call me Master!"

Speaking of this, Dust raised his head with a little confidence.

"Then, I found out something. It turned out that they were going to send me to a cave in the middle of the island and treat me as that sacrifice..."

"Sacrifice?" Ella asked.

"Well," Dust said mysteriously, "It is said that there is a ghost in the cave. If he didn't stuff him some books and a living person as sacrifices every year, the ghost would make trouble on the island. The previous swordsman was suffering from this ghost's rebellion, so he kept thinking about how to use a sword to kill the ghost... Why are you not surprised at all?"

Amy shrugged: "After all, we have been to this cave before and are also used as a sacrifice."

"But I'm quite surprised to hear that there are ghosts on Antilia now." Ella glanced at Amy, "When we left Antilia, the ghost should have died, right?"

"Yeah." Amy nodded, "It's really unusual."

"Where is the ghost so easy to die! When I went there, it was still making trouble! The Sword Saint had no choice but to catch several criminals who were extremely sinful and threw them into the cave every year to calm the matter down. Then, I am the 'criminal who is extremely sinful' this year." Speaking of this, Dust was almost crying again, "Are you too much?"

"Well, um! Even if we have parted ways, it is still too much to be a slaughter of the same sects." Ella nodded, "What about you later, Master, how did you deal with Baslik in the cave?"

"Baslik? Is it the kind of poisonous snake with a cockscomb?" Dust was stunned for a moment, "I had never encountered Baslik. I was thrown into the cave, and then a mist floated over. According to my previous information, this mist can take away people's souls."

"Take away the soul?"

"I listen to where they are talking nonsense!" Dust waved his hand, "I smelled it all at once. There are the ingredients I often use for sleeping in the mist. Then, I understood everything!"

"What do you understand?" Ella was still completely addicted to Dust's story.

"In legend, some ancient magicians have practiced spiritual bodies when they were alive. After they died, the spiritual bodies could possess others. However, such possession is not unconditional. There are roughly three ways." Dust raised his three fingers, "First, the party agreed; second, the party fell into a deeper coma than the dream for some reason; third, the party had just died not long ago. Otherwise, at the moment when the spirit possessed, even in sleep, the party would wake up immediately and expel the spirit body. Using drugs to make a coma is the second way. This 'ghost' wants me to lose my ability to resist, possess me, and then control my body before I wake up, so as to permanently control my body!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Ella nodded nervously, "How did you solve this problem, Master?"

"Although my body cannot resist the fog, I can make some preparations in advance."

Dust laughed:
Chapter completed!