The owner of this hotel.

"Your Excellency, who is...?" Fang Yu asked in a low voice.

"Have you ever heard the scream of a dragon, young man?" Mazak looked at him and still asked: "... Behind the deep darkness, the giant dragon waved its wings. In the eyes of the dead and the living,

Behind that country, it tells that one day they will make a comeback..."

His voice was light and thick, leaving a deep impression on people.

Fang Yu felt faintly that the back of his hand was a little warm again. He blocked it without any trace, feeling a little strange in his heart. But suddenly, there was an indescribable throbbing in his heart, and he couldn't help but press his hand on his heart.

Bang, bang, bang.

The heart beats powerfully.

Everything around him seemed to be in a trance, as if something was approaching. The huge thing screamed and flew around him, sometimes far away, sometimes close.

Only an anxious voice called him: "Ed, Ed?"

Only then did Fang Yu gradually wake up, and the illusion around him disappeared. Only then did he see Attila looking at him with concern, her emerald green eyes full of deep worry.

He looked around and saw that everyone was doing well.

On the side, Hu Di looked at him nervously: "Ed, why didn't you answer Mazak's question before? If he gets angry, we will be doomed."

"Tch, who is he?" Only Tianlan didn't take it seriously.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mazak was no longer here. "When did he leave?" He couldn't help but feel confused.

The old dwarf on the side shook his head and comforted them: "Don't worry, the owner here is like this, he is nagging. But in fact, he has a good temper. If you stay here for a long time, you will find that he is a very easy to get along with."

The weirdo.”

"Weird?" Fang Yu was a little surprised.

He always felt that this hotel had some connection with the crown mark on the back of his hand, especially this hall——

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge dragon horn hanging on the dome. In the mist, the dragon horn seemed more vivid. Looking at the dragon horn square plover, he had a lingering illusion that there was always something behind the shadow.

Something was staring at him.

The feeling made him shudder.

He asked in a low voice: "By the way, do you know the origin of this dragon horn?"

The dwarf referee shook his head and said in a nonchalant tone: "Who knows, it has been here since the day this hotel existed. Maybe it has something to do with Westminster. You know those mysterious legends, but this

You have to ask the governor of the previous generation of El Paxin about the matter."

"Why?"

"Because he approved the establishment of this hotel."

"Where is Westminster?" Parker asked Jita in a low voice.

"It's the hometown of the Dragon Slayer, in the Istanian Desert in the central region of the Kingdom of Corin." Jita replied.

But the dwarf didn't want to waste time on this topic and turned back to the topic: "Let's go there, Mr. Craftsman."

Although Fang Yu still had doubts in his heart, he could only nod his head.

Not far away, Mazak silently watched the group leave.

Behind him, a slightly rickety shadow walked out of the darkness, and the candlelight outlined an old face. The old man looked at Mazak, his silver-gray eyes full of respect.

Mazak didn't look back: "Are you ready, Sayek?"

The old man nodded and said: "It couldn't be more thoughtful, but..."

The former's steady gaze passed through the crowd, passed through the guards of several dwarves, and landed on the stone platform. He looked at it for a moment and then asked: "Just -?"

"Those people from Silver Forest Spear have been waiting for you in the reception room for a long time."

"Don't worry about them," Mazak replied: "Let them stay for a while, they are just vultures waiting for a feast - by the way, have you seen vultures in the desert, Sayek?

?”

The old man was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "It's been a long time."

"I am the same," the majestic tower man sighed: "Istania seems to have become an abstract symbol to me. I still remember the silver sand sea there, as well as those things from my boyhood.

——”

The old man trembled slightly, looked at the owner of the hotel with an incomprehensible look, and then buried his head deeply.

Mazak will be held in the chest.

The palm of the hand responded with a powerful pulsing sound, but deep in the sound, there seemed to be a strange element.
Chapter completed!