Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1355: Chapter 82: Joining the Crew

The man had yet to fully emerge from the shadows of the staircase, while the man in the white suit furrowed his brows for some unknown reason.

Meanwhile.

“Old man!! I told you, I will find you!”

Not far away, the Mind Witch Ms. Ren leaped a few times and landed before the entrance of the ancient castle… the small, emerald green wing-shaped gas clusters on her high-heeled shoes vanished the moment she landed.

“Do you think you can escape?” After landing, the Mind Witch said nothing and rushed to the man in the white suit… Farael, grabbing his collar, she angrily said, “Ungrateful bastard!”

Farael’s gaze suddenly turned cold.

The Mind Witch’s anger was instantly doused, causing a gurgle in her heart… she let go of Farael’s collar and then surveyed her surroundings—the ancient castle before her.

“This place… seems familiar from some magazine?” The witch wasn’t saying this to change the subject, but because she genuinely felt she had seen this place somewhere.

After entering the Non-Human Domain through the Coordinates, she chased Farael all the way, without having the chance to determine her exact location, only a rough idea that it was in some chaotic area.

“Wait… is this?”

The doubt in her heart quickly resolved as she found information that matched this place in her memory—the large oil painting at the front of the castle hall being particularly notable.

She involuntarily swallowed and glanced at Farael beside her—seeing Farael gazing at the figure stopped on the staircase, he calmly said, “As you thought, this is Duke Roland’s castle.”

“Duke Roland!” Ms. Witch gasped, “France’s last Sword Saint?”

Witch Gillian suddenly looked at the shadowy figure hidden by the stairs, her face subtly changing—her mind rapidly flashing with intel about this Duke Roland.

France’s last Sword Saint, legendary hero of a century-old great war, owner of the Holy Sword Faultus… and the black Dragon Rider, rumored royal descendant of the Carolingian Dynasty, honorary chairman of the Non-Human Domain Swordsmanship Association… with some astonishing battle records.

The last Sword Saint Roland, in terms of reputation, is several streets ahead of the most wicked knight in history, Farael, a legendary hero the Mind Witch has heard of since she was a child.

At this point, even a bold witch like the one who freed Farael from the Knight Agency’s prison could not help but become nervous.

“You’re not Roland… who are you?”

But Farael’s brows furrowed deeply at this moment… or rather, his gaze turned more severe.

Finally, the figure on the staircase came down again, their figure one step at a time emerging from the shadows.

“Are you… looking for my grandfather?”

The voice carried a hint of timidity, and she held a body-sized pillow of a manga handsome man in her arms… evidently the type unskilled at human interaction.

Indeed, she seemed unskilled at interacting with people—the witch couldn’t help but slightly open her mouth.

Because this person before her… must weigh over 250 pounds?

And still… female.

Such a cruel thing—the witch quickly stifled her sympathy because this female claimed to be Duke Roland’s granddaughter, naturally a Princess-level person she dared not offend.

“You’re Roland’s granddaughter?”

Farael curiously inspected her—his gaze instantly making the oversized girl lower her head.

“Where is Roland?” Farael suddenly asked.

This Sword Saint’s granddaughter’s expression turned a bit sorrowful, “My grandfather passed away a few years ago… is there something you wanted with him?”

“Wait! Duke Roland is dead?” Ms. Witch couldn’t help but exclaim in disbelief, “How could such a significant event be unheard of?”

Farael remained silent, lost in thought.

The Sword Saint’s granddaughter timidly said, “Due to no announcement… the funeral was simply conducted under the presiding of the Luminous Tower Master and Lord Kuroloya…”

“Where is his grave?” Farael took a deep breath: “Take me for a visit… once, I fought beside him.”

“You are…?” The Sword Saint’s granddaughter opened her mouth in surprise.

“Barely considered an old comrade.”

The Sword Saint’s granddaughter showed a puzzled expression but seemed trusting enough of others, or perhaps had another thought, she said, “Sir… if you wish to pay respects, it might be… troublesome.”

Farael’s gaze filled with doubt.

“Please… come with me.” The oversized girl sighed.

…

Duke Roland’s grave was in a courtyard behind the castle, meticulously tended by ghosts over time, making the rose garden not only bloom brilliantly but also exceedingly neat.

In this respect, it seemed a peaceful place—assuming one ignored the massive statue in the courtyard.

“A dragon?” Ms. Witch looked up at the almost twenty-meter giant, exclaiming… though just a statue, it emitted a constant aura of dread.

Farael also looked up.

The Sword Saint’s granddaughter cautiously said, “This was my grandfather’s most cherished partner, after his burial here, it petrified itself into a statue to guard this spot… any stranger attempting to approach is attacked.”

“No wonder you so easily brought us here.” Ms. Witch remarked blandly at the Sword Saint’s granddaughter.

The Sword Saint’s granddaughter remained silent, lost in thought.

Farael walked towards the grave—just as he stepped into the courtyard, the ground vibrated slightly.

The eyes of the ancient dragon statue suddenly opened wide, two lifelike giant eyeballs surveying the scene.

The dragon… a legend even within the Non-Human Domain, rarely encountered. Even the renowned Golden Dragon watched over by the Magician’s Association is heavily protected by its Biological Department, virtually inaccessible to the public.

As the statue’s eyes opened, myriad cracks appeared across it—crumbling in a burst of strong winds and a skyward roar.

Before everyone appeared a terrifying black dragon, with wings spread, imposing in presence, and black scales shining.

“Old man! Watch out!” Ms. Witch blurted.

Beneath the black dragon’s gaze, Farael reached Duke Roland’s grave—at the moment he stood there, the dragon lowered its head, opening its massive jaws, roaring once more.

The most wicked knight in history immediately punched the dragon on the forehead—the impact resounding more fiercely than the dragon’s roar!

The ground outside the courtyard cracked, yet the courtyard remained intact… while the dragon fell to the ground, seeing stars.

“Audwin… I’m just here to visit Roland, not to fight.”

Farael stared emotionlessly into the eyes of the Black Dragon. “But if you don’t smarten up, I wouldn’t mind giving you a beating to remind you of who I am.”

— You already beat him… only saying it after the fact!!

The Witch Gillian, standing behind, couldn’t help but curse inwardly… as she turned to look at the Swordmaster’s granddaughter beside her, she found the girl’s mouth agape, as if she’d seen a ghost.

The Swordmaster’s granddaughter awkwardly turned her neck to look at Witch Gillian, “Who… who is he?”

Witch Gillian cleared her throat, then replied solemnly, “Mordred… ever heard of the knight from the battle a hundred years ago?”

“Mordred… it’s him?” The Swordmaster’s granddaughter’s eyes widened instantly. “Is he the madman my grandfather always talked about?!”

“Shh–!”

Witch Gillian suddenly stepped forward, hurriedly covered the mouth of the chubby girl, then cautiously watched Farael in front of the grave, only relaxing when she saw he didn’t react.

At this moment, the Black Dragon lying on the ground with its tongue out… Audwin, emitted a faint light, gradually shrinking until becoming a black-haired young man — a cross-shaped scar was visible on his cheek right by his nose.

The young man rubbed his head showing a pained expression… with a face like he’d seen a ghost.

“Remember now?”

Farael casually glanced at the human-form Black Dragon.

The Black Dragon Audwin stood up with a cautious expression, “You madman… you’re not dead yet? Weren’t you captured and imprisoned?”

Farael didn’t explain, directly asked, “How did Roland die?”

“Life span ran out, naturally died.” The Black Dragon shook its head, “Humans are fragile like that.”

“With Roland’s body condition, natural old age death isn’t impossible, but he had at least a hundred or two hundred years left.” Farael sneered, “If I haven’t died, he wouldn’t naturally either!”

“Died from illness!” The Black Dragon Audwin said irritably, offering another reason.

Farael’s brow raised, a violent and mad aura instantly swept through the courtyard… the Black Dragon young man slightly changed his expression but didn’t seem willing to comply, instead gritting his teeth in defiance.

God knows why his legs started slightly trembling now.

But Farael didn’t make a move, just maintained a terrifying aura, unmoving — suddenly, Farael’s silhouette flashed but didn’t attack the Black Dragon; he was beside the Swordmaster’s granddaughter near Witch Gillian.

Also punching out.

This punch could directly knock down the Black Dragon, yet now aimed at a delicate… well, a girl, and the aftermath seemed imaginable.

“Old guy, are you mad again!”

At this moment, the Swordmaster’s granddaughter watched the approaching fist, seemingly completely stunned, frozen in fear… the fist stopped inches from her face.

Just two inches away.

Farael didn’t withdraw his arm, just stared at her, asking in a deep voice, “Have you mastered Roland’s Sword Saint skill?”

The Swordmaster’s granddaughter seemed to only then realize, “Ah? What did you say… oh, sorry, I didn’t mean it! Sorry! Sorry!”

A longsword pointed straight upwards, its tip directly at Farael’s throat… just an inch away.

The Swordmaster’s granddaughter appeared oblivious to this, frightened, she dropped the longsword from her hand but tightly clutched an arm-length pillow, endlessly apologizing.

“Hahahaha!!!!”

The Black Dragon Audwin suddenly clutched his stomach laughing, mockingly pointing at Farael, “Eating words, huh? Old madman!! Even when Roland was alive, he’d be at a disadvantage to Leia’s swordsmanship! Serves you right!!”

Farael seemed not angry at all, instead grabbing the Swordmaster’s granddaughter… Leia’s wrist, seriously saying, “Good! You’re much better than those useless guys from the Knight Agency, barely qualified! I want you! Come with me!”

“Ah? Go… go where?” The Swordmaster’s granddaughter suddenly panicked, “Well… give me some… preparation time… this quickly?”

— What is going on?

Witch Gillian appeared unable to keep up with the situation.

Farael swiftly grabbed Leia’s wrist, disappeared beside the Black Dragon, hand clutching the back of its neck.

After a painful howl from the Black Dragon, its body suddenly enlarged… directly reverting to the Black Dragon form.

Farael stood on the Black Dragon’s neck, palm still pressed against it, “Go! To the Magician’s Association, I want to see Dazzle!”

“Old madman! How dare you ride me!!” The Black Dragon naturally refused, crazily twisting its body mid-air.

“Won’t obey? Then I’ll make the Black Dragon Clan extinct!”

Stopped… the Black Dragon stopped struggling, only it threatened viciously, “Listen, I’m only doing this to keep you away from Leia! It’s a strategic compromise! Don’t be smug!!”

Reluctantly roaring, spreading its wings, it prepared to fly away from the ancient castle.

“Old guy, running away again?!”

Witch Gillian saw this, stamped her foot, green wings unfolded from her high heels, quickly leaping atop the Black Dragon’s back, sweetly smiling, “Sorry to intrude.”

“…Another one?!”

…

…

Torrido Clan.

In front of the cliff, the Radiant Tower Master, the true dragon of China, and the little butterfly monster holding the golden apple, watched the distant rocky castle ruins surrounded by a cliff.

The bloodsuckers, busy like bees, moved the no longer usable rubble.

“Judging by the situation, Fafnir probably made a ruckus here.” The Radiant Tower Master sighed gently, naturally looking at China’s true dragon.

“Yeah, that guy’s still got ample energy.” China’s true dragon nodded, “That medicine works well, I’ll prepare some more for you next time! Consider it a gift!”

Hearing this, the little butterfly monster holding the apple blushed… preparing more??

Is it that comfortable activity again…

“（⊙⊙）”