Nathan summoned Nightmare, carried Ethan Du and rode on him. Nightmare neighed, raised his hooves and ran towards the entrance.
By the time they reached the statue, almost everyone was there. When Ethan Du got off Nightmare's back, his legs were so weak that he almost fell. Although he couldn't feel the pain because of the necromancy magic, his hands and feet were so sore that they didn't feel like his own after sitting in that position.
Nathan held Ethan Du in his arms and let him lean on him. Because of the aura, no one dared to ask the gloomy lich about Ethan Du's abnormality. Nathan's dull eyes scanned around, and when he saw the drunken First Mage holding a wine pot, the soul fire deep in his pupils shook slightly.
"Young man, nice to see you again. I heard about you from Xiao Mi'er. It turns out that we all know each other." Antonio shook the wine jug and said with an ambiguous feeling: "I didn't expect you to be willing to save these little B@st@ards..."
The words of the First Magic God seemed to have other meanings. Nathan's pale face looked very gloomy in the dim light. Antonio looked at Nathan, and his hazy drunken eyes were clear. "They gave you the certificate, right?"
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