Chapter 686 - 688: 682: The Technique of the Sword Master

David Jones turned his head towards the source of the voice.

In the dazzling sunlight, a girl with a slender figure caught his eye, her upper body seeming to burst forth, a true example of fine branches bearing heavy fruit, dressed in a pair of black and white thigh-high stockings, her skin so white it seemed to glow like a fairy.

“I can’t believe we’ve met again!”

David Jones was slightly stunned, ignoring the Guildmaster Maud and the middle-aged man dressed like a butler beside the girl, marveling at how small the world was to have another encounter like this.

“We meet again!”

At the moment she saw David Jones’s back, Vivian Goldsmith initially frowned in disgust.

However, in the next second, when the corner of her eye caught sight of the Frost Wyvern perched on David Jones’s shoulder, looking amused, and his handsome face that was completely different after he turned around,

“David…David Jones!!!”

Vivian Goldsmith’s brain short-circuited, and she stood there frozen, not knowing whether to laugh or cry!

“You know each other?” Guildmaster Maud moved back and forth between Vivian Goldsmith and David Jones.

David Jones smiled slightly, extending his right hand to introduce himself, “Hello, I’m David Jones.”

“Ah???”

The almost brain-dead Vivian Goldsmith looked at David Jones’s pale palm and then subconsciously shook it.

Afterward, she bashfully lowered her head, speaking in the gentlest voice of her life,

“Hello Senior, I am Vivian Goldsmith, a freshman at the Pharmacy Department of Rosewood College, class of 1028.”

What’s going on? The Senior is actually my Kuro!

No, thinking it over carefully, Senior David Jones only mentioned the boring title of “North Sandel Goldsmith, South David Jones,” indeed, Senior is someone disinterested in fame and fortune!

Not to mention the starry-eyed Vivian Goldsmith, Guildmaster Maud introduced solemnly to Lilith Hoyle, “This gentleman is Gees Goldsmith, Peony College’s archaeology doctorate, and the deputy director of the National Relic Research Center, in charge of the space micro-detection, digital analysis, and relic qualification designation for the Demise Relic.”

Deputy Director of the Relic Research Center?

David Jones looked at the middle-aged man with a butler’s appearance, his pupils suddenly contracted.

To have a deputy director as a follower, one must admit, his fan’s strength is unbelievably formidable.

“I’ve seen Deity Hoyle.” Gees Goldsmith bowed slightly and directly stated his purpose, “This is the ancient Circle Map of the Six Paths Dragon Locking Circle, which is also the Core Circle Map of the Demise Relic.”

“What do you mean?” Lilith Hoyle’s eyes flashed as she looked at the Heritage Stone he had taken out.

“The Dragon of the End was personally sealed by the Deity. If its demonic nature is not removed, I hope Deity Hoyle will continue to suppress it.

Otherwise, if the Dragon of the End can clear its malign thoughts, I hope you, Deity, will remove the Six Paths Dragon Locking Circle and let it be free. No matter the final outcome, apart from the Dragon of the End, everything else within the Relic is yours,” Gees Goldsmith said calmly.

“The conditions are so generous?” David Jones was slightly taken aback.

The Demise Relic had an inextricable link with Peony Colledge, and even though the Louise family discovered it, they still had to part with a share of the benefits to Peony Colledge.

Now, however, all resources other than the Dragon of the End were being given away by Peony Colledge for free, which was suspiciously generous.

“Accepted.” Lilith Hoyle took the Heritage Stone.

Her exploration of the Demise Relic was for the Immortal Golden Elixir, not dragon slaying; it was better to avoid trouble.

“Senior, could you give me an autograph?” Meanwhile, Vivian Goldsmith asked, looking up admiringly.

She wasn’t particularly concerned about the Demise Relic. She came to Waterland City mainly to learn about and visit her idol’s hometown, the increasingly exaggerated “Land of Dragons” spreading online.

David Jones did not refuse, signing straight onto Vivian Goldsmith’s bag before planning to enter the Relic with his teacher.

“Wait, could we add a contact, too?” She asked, holding out her phone, her chest heaving more tumultuously.

“No problem.” After glancing at the mild-mannered Gees Goldsmith, David Jones did not refuse.

Vivian Goldsmith hugged her chest, looking at David Jones’s gradually disappearing figure, feeling her heart almost jumping out, and screaming in her mind, “It’s over, he’s just too handsome!”

Seeing this, Gees Goldsmith’s eyes revealed a thoughtful expression.

“The union of a divine child and the human race’s once-in-a-millennium genius, if it could be successful, seems quite interesting!”

…

“Tap, tap.”

Under the guidance of Rosalind Louise, David Jones and his companions made their way through corridors lined with faintly glowing fluorite, finally arriving at a magnificent Sacred Gold Gate.

“Mi!”

The Daphne cuddled in David Jones’s arms suddenly stood up, her diamond-like eyes, as bright as the sun, looked at the gate with a mix of amazement and doubt.

This unusual behavior immediately caught everyone’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” David Jones stroked Daphne’s silver fur.

“Meow!” (There’s something inside that’s attracting me.)

Daphne called out softly.

Hearing this, David Jones’s expression grew serious, and he carefully examined the red gate in front of him, even tapping it with his finger.

“So extravagant, this much Sacred Gold could be used to forge two or three legendary arcane implements! I wonder if it’s possible to cut off a couple of pieces?”

“Five Dragon Crystals, I can try, but no refunds if I fail,” Azr said indifferently.

“Is the defense of this pile of Sacred Gold that strong?” David Jones was somewhat taken aback, that even the Chaos Emperor Blade wasn’t assured of cutting through it.

“No, you’re overthinking it. I’ve cut through Sacred Gold armor before in battles alongside the Sword Master, not fifty then thirty,” Azr corrected.

“Figures, the Gluttonous Beast is just too weak to bring out your full power!” David Jones lamented inwardly.

Azr and the unwittingly implicated Gluttonous Beast: “???”

At that moment, as Rosalind Louise dropped a drop of Pure Blood of Doom, the dusty Sacred Gold Gate began to open slowly, revealing the dizzying interior of the Relic that resembled a labyrinth.

“There are no Beasts inside the labyrinth passages, and the seal of the Dragon of the End lies at the very end.”

No sooner had Rosalind’s words fallen than a roar of beasts suddenly echoed from the not too distant corridor, causing her face to stiffen.

“No matter, by the sound of it, it’s just a group of Black Sun Worms.” Lilith Hoyle waved her hand, ready to let the Three-legged Raven unleash a skill to clear the area.

“Yi!” (Let me do it!)

Unable to contain herself any longer, Rainbow raised her dragon claws.

“Roar!” (I want to join in!)

Seeing this, the Gluttonous Beast quickly returned to its true form, its signature Chaos Emperor Blade in its mouth surprising both Lilith Hoyle and Rosalind Louise.

“What’s this, a legendary Emperor Dragon that practices Dragon Slaying Swordplay?”

The odd contradiction between the Gluttonous Beast and the Chaos Emperor Blade made Lilith Hoyle look at Grau with a strange look in her eyes.

Grau simply spread his little bear paws as if to say he was just as shocked.

“Interesting!”

Piqued by curiosity, Lilith Hoyle gestured for the Three-legged Raven to step back, then turned to David Jones.

“I haven’t seen the Gluttonous Beast fight before, why not let it show off the long-lost art of Dragon Slaying Swordplay!”

“Dragon Slaying Swordplay???”

David Jones was momentarily stunned, immediately realizing that Azr, the old number six, definitely had been holding back, and mentally inquired.

“Allowing the Mechanical Dragon to wield the Emperor Blade is already my bottom line. Don’t even think about the Sword Master’s Dragon Slaying Swordplay,” Azr stated as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Seven Dragon Crystals,” David Jones made his offer.

Azr remained silent.

“Ten.”

“I am a Sword Spirit with principles.”

“Twelve.”

“…”

“Fifteen, take it or leave it!”

“Deal,” Azr compromised.