...When she arrived at Akara's tent, she must have just had dinner. The guard taking care of her was clearing away the dishes and chopsticks. She took a glance and saw that there were only two plates of vegetarian dishes, a pair of chopsticks, and one person who had eaten cleanly.

An empty bowl with no rice left.

It's hard to imagine that this is a meal that the leader of the Adventurer Alliance, which controls the strongest force in mankind, should have. No wonder even the unruly sister Sharna didn't lose her temper.

At this time, Akara, who had just finished dinner, was already sitting on his desk, turning his quill lightly, as if he was meditating on something. Under the bright but not dazzling light, the wrinkles on his forehead looked particularly deep.

In the past ten years, Akara has really aged a lot.

He recalled how he looked when he first came to the Dark Continent and saw Akara for the first time. Although she was leaning on a cane and slightly bent over, the wrinkles on her face did not appear, and she could still clearly see her youthful appearance.

The beauty's outline is now no different from that of a sixty or seventy-year-old woman. It is really hard to imagine that she is as young, delicate and beautiful as Raphael, who is like a sister to Linya in the third world.

They are childhood friends and childhood sweethearts.

Some of this was due to wasted time, but most of it was caused by worries about the alliance and the side effects of the prophet. You must know that in the Dark Continent, even an ordinary civilian has an average life span of about a hundred years.

Therefore, every time I see the increasing wrinkles on Akara's face, I can't bear to stop Linya, who has put aside her identity as the heir of the Edward family and her position in the alliance, and continues to run to her to help with large and small matters.

"Oh, are you back? Just come back."

The movement outside and the voice of the guard woke up Akara, who was still deep in thought. She raised her head and noticed that Sister Sharna and I walked in together, which seemed like a couple returning home. She couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that she was not angry, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even Sister Sharna beside me seemed to be slightly relieved.

"Come on, sit down. Today I'm still wondering when you can come over."

As he said that, Akara had already stood up and was going to prepare the refreshing water. I quickly went over to help. As a regular customer, I already knew exactly where the things in this little black shop were.

After sitting down, Sister Sharna used her straightforward style and apologized directly: "I came here to apologize for the battles in the past few days."

It was a dry, cold, and insincere apology. As a queen, Sister Sharna has probably apologized to others less than five times since she was born. That’s why she said it.

So stiff, I covered my mouth and snickered when I heard it.

As a result, the expressionless sister Sharna reached over and pinched half of this smiling face, turning red.

I plead guilty, I submit to the law...

Akara was not angry because of Sister Sharna's blunt attitude. If she had not sincerely apologized, she would not have made this trip at all. She stretched out her hand and placed it on my and Sister Sharna's hands.

He patted her gently with serious words.

"It's good to take it as a warning. It didn't cause much damage anyway. I believe you two won't do this again in the future."

I haven't done anything bad.

Seeing Akara's behavior, I felt a little aggrieved. She must have regarded me as an old drunkard, but I was unjustly accused. Honey, look, it's snowing outside in June.

"By the way, Wu, I wonder how your conversation with that witch princess went?"

Seeing that Sister Sharna was not used to this kind of atmosphere of bowing her head and apologizing, Akara changed the topic very considerately. It happened that this matter was also related to Sister Sharna.

"No more, no less. That Kohaku...that miko princess is very sneaky. She said a lot at first glance, but actually she didn't say anything to me."

When I recalled it, I couldn't help but roar in my heart. I spent so long selling my integrity with her, and even taught her how to make money, but the One Hundred Thousand Yuan Princess only revealed one piece of useful information to me.

"Oh, come and see?" Akara asked curiously.

"She said that a soul did pass through the passage to hell more than thirty years ago, but she was not born yet at that time and was not very clear about what happened. She said nothing else.

.”

I glanced at Sister Sharna and said this.

"Sure enough, the burgundy demon came back from there too." Akara nodded in confirmation, but did not look surprised.

"Also? Besides the burgundy devil, is there anyone else who passes there?" I keenly caught a very key word and asked immediately.

"I accidentally let it slip, and I really can't hide it from your wolf ears." Akara was stunned, and then teased me with a smile.

"Forget it, it's not a big secret. In the past hundred years, the other person who passed there was none other than your teacher."

"Teacher?" I was stunned, but I quickly realized who the teacher Akara was talking about might be.

"Old man Galen, are you talking about the hairy leg fairy?" I was surprised and even called out the nickname I had been slandering him in my mind. I felt bad about this and immediately shrank my neck.

Sure enough, Akara, who had shown no anger when he saw Sister Sharna just now, frowned.

"Dear Wu, even if Mr. Gallen is not your teacher, you can't say that about him. If you have to count, in the alliance, his existence may be the same as Mr. Arlandan. He is aloof and is the only remaining member of our older generation.

one."

"I can't tell at all that he has any old-timer demeanor, and his flowing leg hair is the only one of his kind left." I muttered in my mouth, but my head kept clicking.

.

"Grandma Akara, you mean that old...ahem, teacher, he has been to hell?"

"That's right. Otherwise, why do you think he was still in the first world when he was so powerful?"

"That's true." I thought for a moment and realized that I had missed this doubt.

The strength of the Hairy Leg Immortal is so powerful. Even Grandpa Wixon of the Third World knows his name and respects him very much. He could not come back from the Third World before. So, how did he appear in the First World? How could he be

Do the strong men of the third world know that his strength and level cannot be cultivated in the first and second worlds?

According to Akara's statement, it can be explained immediately. This old man has even been to hell. That immediately surpasses the status of a strong person in the third world, which is not ridiculously strong.

Moreover, from this bit of information, I also thought of Grandpa Wixon's familiarity with hell back then. He didn't tell me the reason at the beginning. He only said that my current strength was not strong enough, and I would naturally know it in the future.

Based on the situation just now, it seems that the hairy-legged immortal is not the only one who has been to hell. The relationship between the alliance and the miko clan is far from what it seems. It seems like they are meeting for the first time.

Going to hell alone, I will face countless hell monsters. There are many demon king-level warriors among them. They must be at least as capable as Zhao Yun of seven in and seven out. With my current strength, I am not qualified. It is reasonable for Grandpa Wixon to say that.

.

After thinking about all this, I couldn't help exhaling a breath and shouting in my heart that there is a dark story, a big dark story.

"Grandma Akara, the relationship between the alliance and the witch clan goes far beyond that. It's so unkind of you to ask me to ask that witch princess." I gave Akara a complaining look.

She and Kane, two old foxes, knew so much, but they still asked me to go far away from the near and sell my integrity to the red and white princess.

"You have wrongly blamed me." Akara expressed his injustice.

"The Alliance does have a lot of affection for them, but it does not mean that we are familiar with them and have dealt with them. The witch clan is a mysterious race that has existed since ancient times. They live in seclusion, even if they are the original sin that burned the entire Dark Continent.

They have not been touched during the war, so we don’t know much information.”

"Sister Sharna, do you remember anything?" I turned around and asked Sister Sharna, who had been listening.

"I can't remember. My memory since I went to hell has been blurry. I can only recall... first it was very cold and evil... then it was muddled. Suddenly, I felt a warm breath, and then... something

I don’t even know anymore.”

Perhaps since the conversation between Akara and I, I have been trying to recall the memory of what happened after passing through the passage, but unfortunately, Sister Sharna did not remember it.

She only recovered a small part of her memory, and most of this small part of her memory was the wine-red demon's combat understanding, experience and skills.

"Why don't we go get some cow tears?" I decided on the cow again.

"No, the tears of the cow can only work once." Akara said immediately, giving up my idea.

"You can just ask the miko princess directly." Sister Sharna has quite penetrated the essence of Huanglong, but her cold murderous intent seems a bit like torture to extract a confession.

"She wasn't born yet at that time... maybe she really doesn't know." I laughed bitterly.

"I don't know how old that miko princess is." Akara drank tea slowly, her white eyes moving slightly.

"But, I'm sure, at least not younger than you and Sharna."

"You Hongbai, how dare you lie to me and say that you are some kind of beautiful young girl, where is your moral integrity, you bastard!!!"

I immediately raised my neck and roared, wishing I could turn into Godzilla and crush the hundred thousand yuan princess into a red and white computer.

"Since the princess doesn't want to say anything, I'm afraid she has her own reasons. As far as I'm concerned, she's not the kind of person who would give in on insignificant matters." When I was angrily preparing to settle the score with Hongbai,

Akara said slowly again.

"You can't mess with her. Not to mention that it will damage the relationship between the alliance and the miko clan. Furthermore, even if you two are put together, you may not be a match for that princess."

"Wha...what?"

I could still understand the first sentence, but the last sentence... surprised me.

"Although the red and white princess is indeed very strong, she won't be too strong..." I frowned slightly. I touched my chin and thought.

As long as the difference in strength between two strong people is not so great that the weaker one cannot detect the other's power aura at all. Or in other words, one of them has a very powerful ability to hide aura, then these two people will be together, more or less.

They can all sense each other's strength.

The Red and White Princess did not deliberately hide her aura. I can vaguely feel her strength. If she adds weird spells and other unknown skills, even under the transformation of Hell Fighting Bear,

I also have no confidence that I can win her over.

Her strength is probably at this level.

Now, Akara said that sister Sharna and I might not be able to win each other together. Moreover, Akara must have known that I had broken through to the realm of world power. Taking this situation into consideration, I came to this conclusion.

in conclusion.

"Be patient and listen to me."

Seeing that Sister Sharna and I were unable to calm down, Akara stretched out his hand and gently pressed it, indicating that we should sit down again.
To be continued...