"You two dead kids, don't call me Little Clar again. My name is Christo, Christo." Hearing the familiar noise, the old goblin lying on the lounge chair, jumped up from the chair, waving his fists and shouting loudly. But after a few screams, suddenly, holding the armrest of the chair, suddenly breathing violently, and his straight waist slowly bent down, and a weak cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Christo stroked his chest and gasped for a while, then he barely adjusted his breathing evenly, reached out to fumble beside the chair for a few times, then picked up a crutch to support his body, turned his head tremblingly and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn it, Kyle, I heard your voice coming. You never did such a bastard before."

"Aren't you quite energetic when you saw you at the auction for a few months?" Panis looked at Christo's hunched back and slow movements, and felt a very complicated feeling in his heart. He sighed and walked over to support Christo and asked, "Why did you suddenly become like this after a few months?"

"I'm old." Christo sighed calmly: "I didn't expect that this is how people get older. I just had a minor illness recently, but my health has not recovered so far. I have no energy every day. I feel so breathless when I take a slight turn in the yard. When I sit on the chair, I will start to doze off."

"Sit down and rest for a while." Panis said in a dry tone: "It's really..."

"It's ugly, haha, I think so myself." Christo's once sharp and high-pitched voice also became a little hoarse: "The road that I could run past in a few seconds is now still walking slowly for a few minutes."

As if he heard the voice outside, a little girl in maid outfit poked her head out of the room and looked outside curiously. She then retracted her head.

"There's no way. I have no strength to do many things in the past few years." Christo shook his head and said, "I can only hire someone to help me, clean the house, buy vegetables and cook, and receive customers."

"Sure enough, you haven't gotten married?" Panis asked with a sigh, "Live alone now?"

"Haha. Of course not." Christo's smile was a little sad, as if he had recalled something, and looked at the sky for a moment: "However, Odin asked his daughter to be an apprentice for me and take care of my daily life. However, the child was getting fatter and fatter, and even she herself wanted others to take care of her life. Hahaha."

"Freya?" Panis imagined Freya taking care of Cristo, and smiled with a smile on his lips: "She is sleeping in our place now. Do I want me to call her over to take care of you?"

"Do you dare?" Although Christo's eyes were a little cloudy, they still flashed with a cunning light: "I heard from two dead children that those girls don't know your identity. Do you dare to expose it casually?"

Panis was silent, and after a while, he sighed: "I'm afraid it won't be hidden for a long time. Once their legendary rank is stable and they find that they can't see through my strength, they will naturally suspect the demigod, and that will be very small."

"You don't have to worry so much." Christo comforted: "Your condition is so special. No one would have thought that after more than a hundred years, you are not only alive, but also stay so young. I guess in the imagination of normal people, even if you are still alive, you should be like Feila and me."

"Have you met Fella recently?" Panis asked, "How is he?"

"I saw it ten years ago when it was easy to move." Christo recalled: "It looks similar to me. That guy's time magic research is really good. He doubled his life."

"Do you think it's OK to ask him for help?" Panis asked: "He is an expert in this field, and there may be more clues."

"I'm afraid it's difficult." Christo shook his head and said, "Last time I saw him, he could no longer walk. When I went to the laboratory, even if there were crutches, I had to rely on students to help me. Now I'll find him for help, it's basically no different from letting him die directly. I suggest you don't look for him."

"Huh, everyone is old." Panis looked sad and looked at Christo blankly and said, "I really didn't expect it."

"Just based on your current appearance, you are the least qualified to say this." Christo waved his crutch angrily and said angrily: "And think about what you have done. For 109 years, you left us friends for 109 years. At the funeral of the Bear Man Carl, you don't know where you are. On the 100th anniversary of the old shaman's death, you don't know where you are. When our short-lived races grow old year by year, you still don't know where you are. Do you know how much we hope you will appear? The kind of days when everyone fights side by side, everyone is like a day when you are like a new one. As a result, you organizer yourself... Huh, forget it, I won't scold you anymore, Neli... Alas, sorry, you shouldn't mention these."

"Nothing, you're right." Panis said in a low voice, "I'm really bad about these things, I should apologize."

"I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore." Christo cheered up and said, "But I'm so happy that you can come today. This is the first time you have taken the initiative to find us old friends after you come back."

"It was the first time on the grassland before." Panis replied, "I met Flar and Maya Teya, by the way, and the little lion."

"Dilly, it's very old, too." Christo smiled nostalgically: "I still remember that we collaborated on story publishing, and it dictated me and wrote a lot. I really don't know where it came from. However, when you saw them, you came to see me again, there is something very important."

"You don't have to worry about other things." Panis said with a conspicuous look on his face: "Just leave it to us to solve, you can rest at home honestly. But there is a task for you, the silver password disk. I asked Maya Teya to take all the three who know the whereabouts. Then I have three here, and the last one is in the hands of the sea clan. After we complete their commission, we can get all the components."

"So fast." Christo stood up from the chair excitedly. Although his legs immediately became weak and he sat back, he still waved his crutch excitedly and said, "Come on, take it and see it."

"I guess you're so anxious." Panis took out a cloth bag and stuffed it into Christo's hand and said, "These three are here first. Maya and the others will send the other three here in a few days. You can study it first and come to you when I get the last one."

"Are those two dead children coming soon?" Christo was stunned and asked with a weird look: "I thought they would give it to you directly."

"Why, you don't seem to want to see them?" Penis asked curiously: "Don't you meet often?"

"No, the last time we met was on the old shaman's centenary festival sun." Christo shook his head and said, "I haven't seen each other for almost ten years, and our communication is just about letters."

"Why?" Panis asked in confusion: "Are you quarreling again?"

"We haven't quarreled, what's there to say?" Christo said: "But you don't really want to meet again, you won't understand."

Panis looked at Christo silent. The lifespan of goblins is usually around 170 years old. Occasionally, some long-lived goblins can live to 200 years old, but that is only a few. According to this lifespan, Christo is already very old, with his once straight back hunched over, his plump skin is now covered with terrifying spells and old age patches, and his pointed nose also collapses. Every time he smiles, he will reveal most of his teeth. In any aspect, Christo is already an old man who is heading towards the end of his life, and even in his eyes, there are only memories of the past and regrets about life.

"I'm very old." Christo whispered: "But they are still so young, as if this century of time is just a moment for them. You cannot understand that this kind of mood will never age in the future. I... am a little afraid of seeing them again."

"Then let them leave it there for the time being." Panis sighed and patted the old goblin on the shoulder: "Don't force yourself."

"No need, reality is reality, it's always accepted." Christo shook his head and said, "It's time to meet again. If you don't see each other now, I don't know if you have a chance to see you again in the future."

"Thank you." Panis didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only smile helplessly.

"Do you have to say thank you between us?" Christo slowly leaned back and leaned back on the back of the recliner, looking at the roof, with a nostalgic smile on his lips, and said softly: "Now I often dream about the past days. At that time, you, Nellie and I were only legendary, but I insisted on rushing around in the forest of monsters, just for Nellie to see the power of the dragon. Thinking about it now, it was really lucky to not die there at that time."

"But I finally met successfully." Panis also smiled: "Not only did I meet, but those dragons also invited us to have a dinner."

"So I'm lucky." Christo squinted his eyes, as if he was back in that period of time: "But the luckier thing is that we met the dead child outside Longshan."

"Well, they were chasing and crying by a few legendary monsters that were much weaker than them." Panis teased: "As a natural demigod, the symbol of the Winged Human race who has inherited the power knowledge of the sons of light and darkness throughout the ages, they were actually scared to tears by several legendary monsters. No wonder they regarded this as a lifelong shame."

"Hahaha." Christo's laughter slowly became intermittent, and his words began to become discontinuous: "I seemed to...heard...the sound of wings slapping again."
Chapter completed!