"As old as the Empire."

There was something more in her eyes, which settled quietly.

Kaslan was startled. The elf gave him the feeling at that moment, like an innocent child who suddenly turned into a mature adult.

"Dragon-slaying war?" Kaslan asked tentatively.

"The last large-scale war between elves and dragons," Ada said lightly: "Humans also participated in the war as the servants of the elves."

"And at the end of the war, your part in resisting the ancient orcs is called the Battle of the Saints."

Kaslan was suddenly shocked.

The battle of chasing saints, isn't that...

But the next second, Ada shook her head.

"But I came of age very late," her tone softened and she returned to her previous indifference: "It took me eighteen hundred years to reach adulthood on the eve of the Third Continental War."

Ada wailed in her heart and sighed:

Unlike the eldest sister, the pervert who became an adult three hours after she was born.

Well, we can't let her know about this slander.

Forget it, forget it quickly.

Kaslan frowned.

Same age as...the ancient empire?

So, an elf over two thousand years old?

Even counting from adulthood, he is still over 300 years old.

Kaslan quietly stared at the elf lying on the ground and sighed: "The ultimate realm among elves, a monster created by time and experience."

"If you lose, you lose," Ada snorted indifferently, "Besides, among those humans who lack experience and can only rely on reaction and wit to make up for their disadvantages, you are considered outstanding."

"It's just that you have bad luck." Kaslan smiled kindly and knocked on his chest.

"Yeah, really bad luck,"

"First, I met a warrior who could close his own consciousness and thoughts, which was my biggest advantage," Ada spread his hands and said helplessly: "Then, he actually has a pair of steel ribs."

Kaslan laughed loudly, and the laughter caused old injuries to his lungs, and the old man immediately coughed violently.

"Fighting with you...ahem...is an honor for me in my later years," Kaslan said with a painful expression. Amidst the heartbreaking cough, he grabbed his soul-killing gun and said with all his strength: "After retiring, can I

A battle with Sak'el's instructor... I can't even think about it."

Ada twitched her lips.

The next second, her expression changed.

Kaslan reached out his hand and picked up the soul-killing gun.

Ada felt sad.

The old man let out a long sigh and turned the legendary anti-demon weapon in his hand.

The gun head slowly aimed at the elf on the ground.

Looking at the dark and ferocious gun blade, Ada's heart skipped a beat.

The elf showed his eight beautiful teeth and put on an ugly smile.

"Let me tell you, can we discuss it..."

I don’t know whether it was pain or frustration, but I saw Ada crying and whispering to the owner of the soul-killing gun: "The legendary anti-demon weapon cannot be abused, right..."

But the next moment, Kaslan's actions stunned her.

The old man smiled slightly, put the head of the gun on the ground, and slowly stood up.

Kaslan leaned on the support of his spear, turned around and stepped past Ada.

"I'm leaving, instructor Ada."

He limped away, turned around and said with a smile: "Please take care of yourself."

Ada's expression froze.

"Eh?" Ada covered her right shoulder, showing doubts in her painful expression: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Aren't you going to capture me either?"

Kaslan exhaled, smiled and shook his head.

"I have achieved my goal, 'to deal with that extreme master'," the tavern owner said with emotion: "And you have lost your combat effectiveness and can't affect the situation. That's enough."

Ada opened her eyes wide, then breathed a sigh of relief.

She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

The next moment, the elf grinned:

"That's it...will your boss agree?"

Kaslan couldn't help being slightly stunned when he heard this.

What?

He immediately smiled and said helplessly: "That's right. Since you said so, it's not easy to deal with..."

Kaslan pulled out the soul-killing gun that was lying on the ground: "Then I will follow your wishes..."

Ada's color changed instantly.

"Hey, hey, I just said it casually..." Ada's face changed back to mourning mode within a second: "Look at me like this..."

Kaslan laughed.

But after a few seconds, Kaslan's smile faded.

His expression slowly darkened, his eyebrows twisted, and he looked a little sad.

"What I am doing is inherently unforgivable."

Kaslan lowered his head and looked at the scimitar on the ground, his eyes full of complex and profound emotions, his tone was heavy and his words were desolate.

Ada's eyes narrowed slightly.

"But I can't look back," Kaslan's eyes were dazed, and he whispered subconsciously: "At least, do something trivial at the last moment to make up for it and comfort yourself."

Ada looked at him blankly.

I saw Kaslan raising his head, holding the soul-killing gun and leaving this messy street.

A few seconds later, Ada struggled to sit up, her face pale and sweating profusely because of the pain in her right shoulder.

"Hey, little brat," looking at Kaslan's back, Ada hesitated for a moment, then breathed out a few words:

"See you later."

Kaslan's back paused slightly.

Turning his back to Ada, he suddenly laughed.

The laughter is long and desolate.

"No."

Kaslan said calmly without looking back.

"Instructor Ada, I have a hunch." The old man raised his head and looked at the Palace of Heroes in the distance. His white hair was fluttering in the wind and was messy: "We are afraid..."

Kaslan sighed and shook his head:
Chapter completed!