The expression of the wing demon walking on the ground was quite painful. Green blood was flowing on his body. The green blood was still gushing with bubbles, flowing to the ground, and then pouring into the strata and disappearing.

Magic outflow...is it because of this?

Roland looked at the old man.

The old man wearing the crown looked into the distance in a daze, and then seemed to feel Roland's gaze. He did not turn his head, but just spoke simply: "Lu... Erna... Do you still want to fight with... me?"

His voice was very hesitant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time and he didn't even know how to say it.

Roland responded, "I am not Rurn, old man, who are you?"

When the old man heard Roland's words, his whole body shook. Then he slowly turned his head, his eyes that were almost completely numb and lost, and he came back to life.

"My goddess is actually a young outsider."

He looked at Roland with a fanatical gaze, and then gradually stood up: "I can't believe it."

Roland keenly discovered that the old man seemed to be about to cry.

Why was he so excited? He subconsciously took a few steps back.

Seeing Roland retreating, the old man became anxious: "Don't leave, don't leave, I have no intention of hurting you, come and chat with me. I haven't talked to normal people for more than 700 years."

Roland turned his head and looked at the winged demon who was bound to the ground, which could be said to be a "sleeping" walk away!

"Old man, who are you?"

"I am the Kingdom of Francis, the seventh king." The old man corrected his golden crown: "Pen, the King of Lion Heart."

"Pain's legendary necklace..."

"I made it." He waved his hand, and a round table and chair appeared between the two, followed by some fruit wine and pastries: "Young man, tell me, what's going on outside now?"

"The State of Francis is still the most powerful country." Roland sat on the chair and said, "The country is now very peaceful."

“Have the land area expanded?”

"Don't know."

"How can you not know?" King Payne was obviously anxious.

"I'm not a Francisian country." Roland smiled: "Besides, the royal family has no continuous historical record. I don't know how big the Francisian country was hundreds of years ago."

"To the Frost Star Kingdom in the north, to the Elf Forest in the west, to the Orc Hong Lake in the south, to the sea in the east." Old Penn smiled complacently and said, "Most of them I've captured."

"That's far from it." Roland thought for a while and said, "It's probably only one-third of what you were at that time."

"Bad, unfilial, useless thing." Old Payne was so angry that his beard almost raised: "Is it easy for me to kill such a big king? I'll be the emperor. If it weren't for the Light God Cult... By the way, what's going on with the situation in the Light God Cult now?"

"It's half a pound with the Kingdom of Frans, relatively balanced."

Old Payne sighed: "This is okay, this is okay."

"Old King, you have actually conquered such a large territory. I believe you are good at governing the country and fighting wars." Roland asked.

"Actually, they are all average." Old Payne laughed proudly: "My most powerful is magic. The second most powerful magician back then was me, demigod Payne, and Lionheart King Payne. Every time I fight, I burst into fifty-fire meteors and smashed them down at the same time, and few people can withstand it, hahahahaha!"

Demigod!

Roland was surprised.

Looking at Roland's expression, Old Payne felt even more vain and his laughter became even more arrogant.

Roland couldn't help but ask, "So, who is the first one?"

"Misla!" Payne's smile suddenly became halfway: "That girl, she is younger than me, but she only took thirty years to surpass me. This world is really unfair."

Roland felt that he had been shown... and he had reached a demigod, which also said that the world was unfair.

In the Red Magic Tower, many people have a lifelong goal of legends, and even the demigod dare not think about it.

Legendary masters such as Alford believe that the remaining dozens or hundreds of years will definitely not be able to hit the demigod. Although they are smiling on the surface, they don’t know how desperate they are in their hearts.

"Old King, you are too modest, too much." Roland felt that he had been suppressed by someone with his magical talent for the first time.

It feels weird.

Old Payne laughed: "It's okay, you can teach you a few tricks to quickly accumulate magic limits. Even if you can't be as amazing as me, you will definitely not be worse than other geniuses."

Roland's eyes lit up: "Oh? Let me say it quickly."

"The first method is..." Old Payne was about to tell his experience, but suddenly remembered something: "Wait, I almost forgot, who are you?"

"Roland. Member of the Red Magic Tower."

"Red Magic Tower?" Old Payne shook his head: "I haven't heard of it. How did you come into our Francis Tomb? Are you an outsider? Is it a tomb robber?"

"I am a mage, not a tomb robber."

"Ha, do you think I'm not a mage?" Old Payne looked contemptuous: "The stronger the mage, the more he likes to rob tombs. There is a lot of past knowledge in it. If you can find books or records on magic, you will publish it. Moreover, most ancient books can only be understood by powerful mages who are 'proficient in writing', so generally speaking, mages like to rob tombs the most."

Roland felt that he made sense and could not refute it.

"Forget it, you can do me a little favor, and I will teach you the skills to accumulate magic limits."
Chapter completed!