The fact that the Son of Gold can be hired is no longer news in the aristocratic class.

Moreover, the Golden Son has a very good reputation, either he doesn't accept it. If he accepts it, he will definitely try his best to complete it. If he really can't complete it, he will apologize.

They are all talented and speak well.

So now the aristocratic class likes to hire the son of gold to help them do things.

And many times, only the son of gold can fight against the son of gold.

After all, only immortality can be repelled and immortal.

It's not too strange that Alfred hired five players to do things for himself.

This was done just by listening to it. After all, Tobion's death was already something he expected.

But unexpectedly, after three days, Roland was browsing posts while resting, and accidentally saw a popular video.

A strong uc body hit my face.

Although he knew that such a title generally had no substantial content, Roland still couldn't help clicking on the post.

What if there is content?

After the post was opened, Roland clicked on the video, and then saw a familiar person kneeling in the room, covered in blood.

There were many corpses around the room, all wearing magic robes.

And the person kneeling was a big bald man.

Tobion!

Roland was stunned for a moment and then continued to watch.

In the video, although Tobion was breathing, his expression was still a little calm. Of course, it might be pretending.

He said, "Alfred, you don't know our relationship. I can tell you that you are mine..."

"Birth of a son, right?"

A slightly green voice sounded, and then the perspective quickly moved to the opposite of Tobion.

A young man in a white robe stood proudly with a sarcastic face.

"Uh..." There was finally a little bit of unbelievable emotion in Tobion's voice: "Since you know, why?"

"Why?" Alfred laughed and said, "Because I only have one father, Gowen Manster. Who are you? You want to be my father?"

Toby Xun was excited when he heard this, and he even got angry: "Why, how can that useless man be qualified to be your father!"

Alfred was furious when he heard this, rushed forward and kicked Tobion in the face, causing the latter to fly for several meters.

Blood splattered.

A player present couldn't help but whistle.

Everyone looked at the man immediately.

The player shrugged and looked quite embarrassed.

Although it looks miserable, Tobion is also a professional. He wiped his blood-stained face and said angrily: "Even if you deny it, you can't change your body, and my blood is flowing. You are the descendant of the noble caster, the waste who has no power, no wealth, and no ability, how can you be the father of my son? If he can raise you, the goddess of luck will be favored by him."

Alfred's face became even colder. He condensed a spear of light in his right hand and stabbed him hard, directly hitting Tobion's left kidney.

Tobion let out a painful scream and wanted to struggle, but was held tightly by two players behind.

Such injuries are serious injuries for a profession, but not fatal to a master-level profession.

Tobion's face was pale. After howling, he looked at Alfred and smiled miserably, "Are you hating me for not raising you since I was a child? I have no way, after all, I only knew about your existence recently, and I don't know that the lowly woman was so lucky to be pregnant with a professional child."

Alfred shook his head slowly, his expression getting colder and colder. Looking at Tobion's expression, it was like looking at a dung maggot.

"Do you know? My favorite people are my father and mother." Atsufred smiled on his face: "From childhood, my father has always been very gentle. Even though I was not his biological son, I treated me like my biological son. He only hit me once. That was when I was twelve years old, I teased a passing civilian girl at the door of my house. Then he slapped me. That was the only time he hit me."

Tobion laughed and said, "Did that cowardly man, after leaving Holevin, even civilians dare not offend him?"

"Yes, he is afraid." Alfred suddenly pulled Tobion's collar and grabbed him up, and roared: "He was afraid that I would become like you, and that I would become a scum like you, because half of your blood was flowing on me, and the blood of a dirty, despicable, inhumane scum maggot. After my father slapped me, he hugged me and cried. A white-haired relative cried in front of me as a child. Although a day later, he became as gentle as before, but the pain in his crying that day was still vivid in my mind until now."

Tobion said in disbelief: "You actually sympathize with a coward?"

"Until now, you still don't understand why I came to kill you." Alfred sneered: "When my mother told me that my father was not my biological father, I couldn't believe my ears. But I didn't hate you at that time. I just wanted to check what kind of person my biological father was. But when I found out that you were actually treating my mother like that, and my father, I understood why my father cried so painfully. The dirty blood in my body was so dirty that it made people want to vomit. My first reaction was to commit suicide."

Tobion's expression became more and more frightened: "You actually want to commit suicide. You are my only descendant. You actually want to commit suicide? You can inherit everything I have now, why do you want to commit suicide?"

"But I figured it out later." Alfred threw Tobion ahead of him and looked down at him: "No matter who blood is flowing in my body, my soul will always be the son of Gowen-Ment. The body can grow old, change and wither, but the soul is the essence."

Tobion stood up and roared, "You are deceiving yourself. You will always be my Tobion's son, and no one can change this."

"So, kill you and change it." Alfred said lightly: "I am Pastor Light and I can't kill people casually, but here I have been investigating you for several days, otherwise why would you think I was just asking you for trouble in the previous few days, rather than actually taking action?"

Tobion's expression gradually became ugly, and he was completely gone from the calmness he had just now.

"The investigations these days have not surprised me at all. You are a scumbag. You force good men to become prostitutes, attack underage girls, secretly abduct some beautiful young women, and then disappear them." Alfred smiled quite coldly: "So I have enough reason to kill you without violating my teachings."

When Tobion heard this, he got up and shouted, "Don't kill me, I am your father, you can inherit everything about me, whether it is the magic association or the family, it is countless times stronger than you who fight alone."

"I am the bishop of the white robe, and I have a great future." Alfred said disdainfully: "A remote small country, a garbage magic association, and a small noble family are as weak and ridiculous as the chiefs of the orcs. What's there to inherit?"

"You can't do this, no god will encourage his son to kill his father."

"But you are not my father."

Alfred raised his nod to a player and then turned and left.

That's all the video.

Tobion's ending goes without saying.

Roland sighed after reading it.

If this kind of bloody family ethics drama is made into TV, it will be criticized by the audience.

But in the game, it seems extremely real.

Or, it is real in itself.

According to the players' replies, most people support Alfred to kill Tobion.

After all, what Tobion did was so disgusting, and Alfred investigated Tobion, who deserved to die.

But some people also object.

Tobion deserves to die, but it should not be ordered to be killed by Alfred. After all, the latter is a son of man, and the son kills his father, and it doesn't make sense.

Roland felt that both statements make sense, and no matter which Alfred chose, they were correct, so he simply did not participate in the debate on the forum.

Then he took out five elemental cores and placed them on the desktop.

In the past three days, he had finished reading the two books given by Ans.

The reason why the Elemental Lord is called the Sword Dancer by the Elves is nothing more than that this is a pure combat mage profession.

The so-called "sword" refers to a philosophy of using elemental power.

The kind of person who thinks that elements condense are actually weapons, and "sword" is just an abstract name for this kind of weapon.

Because among all weapons, the "sword" is the most noble.

Of course, this is just the view of most elves.

Many organizations or forces actually do not agree with this concept.

For example, the three religions of light, life, and even the Druid all believe that the hammer is the most sacred.

The elves believe that swords are a straightforward weapon and have given them many spiritual meanings to swords.

For example, an elf should be as noble as a long sword, and a straightforward character should be as honest as a long sword.

These things are easy to understand, after all, they are somewhat similar to the spirit of martial arts swordsman.

The second book describes how to use the core of the element to coordinate the force of the element, and finally transform the body and become the element lord.

The book says it's difficult...but for Roland, it's not difficult at all.

The two most critical factors to become an elemental lord are: the elf bloodline and the almost extreme elemental magic control ability.

Roland has both of these key factors.

The talent of ‘Magic Control’ is real, not even the elf race.

According to what is said in the book, Roland drew a magic circle on the ground, then threw five elemental cores in it, and finally used the pressure of the magic circle to squeeze all the elemental cores into a uniform mixed magic power.

Finally, guide it into your body and develop the quality of the body, making the whole body more affinity for elemental magic.

This is simple, but it is actually very, very difficult to do.

First of all, mixing five different elemental magic together is an extremely difficult thing. Once the proportion is incorrect, it will explode.

And you have to guide it into the body. If any minor mistakes are made, this temporary mixed magic will explode in the body, and the whole person's body will be torn apart, and even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.
Chapter completed!