Geralt, Kitley rushed down immediately when he heard the loud noise downstairs, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.
Ron's cold face shone with vengeance. Compared with what he saw in Maple Leaf Town, he was much more mature, darker and taller, but Kitley recognized him immediately. When he saw Ron, It looked like he had seen a ghost.
"You...is that you?"
There was no murderous intent on Ron's face. Instead, he smiled and said, "Hehe, Kitley, do you still recognize me? Great, I'm here this time to ask you to pay off the debt..."
"Pay... what debt?" Kitley asked blankly. "I... what debt do I owe you?"
"What debt? Life debt!" Ron's eyes were full of coldness, he gritted his teeth and said, "You pay back my grandfather's life!"
"I...I...he...he..." Kitley scratched his head anxiously, not knowing how to answer. At this moment, he remembered that his genius cousin was here, but he became more courageous and spoke arrogantly, "Hehe, who do you think it is?" ? It turns out that you are a bloody bastard, damn it, you think you can show off your power after learning some undead magic? Let me tell you, I have already found someone to deal with you, so you just wait to die!"
Compared to the arrogant Kitley, Geralt looked serious. He smiled and said kindly, "Hehe, it turns out that you are Ron. It's our first time meeting you. My son can't speak, so please don't take it personally..."
Ron grimaced and said nothing.
Seeing that Ron didn't answer, Geralt continued with a sneer, "Ron, to be honest, it was indeed a misunderstanding that day. I sent those three people that night to apologize to you. This guy misunderstood what I meant, thinking that I was going to kill someone, hehe, how could I actually do this? Those few things that have done more than succeed in doing nothing have caused a misunderstanding instead!"
Geralt brushed it off lightly, and put the blame on the three men, two of whom were dead anyway, and there was a big housekeeper, whom he also planned to push out, and use him to take the blame. It couldn't be better.
Believe it or not! Ron sneered in his heart and continued to watch his performance.
Geralt said hypocritically, "Why don't you do this? I'll ask my son to apologize to you, and then I will give you proper compensation. This matter will be exposed like this. How about it?"
"Okay!" Ron laughed, "I accept your explanation!"
Seeing Ron's smile, Geralt thought he agreed, and was overjoyed, and a smile appeared on his face. It seems that there is no problem in this world that cannot be solved with money, the difference is only in the amount.
At this time, Ron said, "It's a misunderstanding that you sent someone to kill me. Forget it, I don't care about it. However, I saw Kitley kill my grandpa with my own eyes. I think, Mr. Geralt, this is not a misunderstanding, is it?"
Geralt's face became extremely ugly, and sure enough, Ron continued, "There is a wrong and a debtor, and I don't want to kill people indiscriminately for revenge. You hand over Kitley to me, and there will be no enmity between the two sides from now on. it is good?"
"I...I...Father..." Kitley's arrogant expression had long since disappeared without a trace, he was so frightened that he became disoriented, and shouted loudly, "Your beggar grandpa is already dying, why do you Said I killed him? Why?" He stared at Ron viciously, as if he was going to eat him.
Geralt's face was livid, "So, you are going to push us to a dead end?"
Ron smiled coldly, "To each other, back then, you were not the same!"
Before Geralt could speak, he heard a voice from upstairs, "Ron, even if Kitley did something wrong, don't you go too far?"
Geralt Kitley was overjoyed when he heard this voice. They had long expected Goderich to come down to preside over the situation, but the other party had no intention of coming down. They were anxious, but they didn't dare to order each other.
"You're Ron? How dare you come here alone, you're so brave!" At this time Godelie walked down the stairs slowly, staring at Ron, "However, for the sake of a dying old man It's not worth taking your own life, I suggest that we both take a step back, shall we?"
"Are you the magician who broke my undead magic?" Ron smiled. "At your age, reaching the level of a junior magician is indeed very powerful!"
"Is that the undead magic?" Godeli smiled, "It's really an interesting magic, but at this level, I don't have the qualifications to play wild in front of me."
Ron smiled, "I came here to seek revenge, just for Kitley alone, and I don't want to expand the hatred. Miss, are you planning to get involved?"
Godelie slowly took out her magic wand from behind. Ron noticed that her magic wand was glowing with a dark golden light, and she said lightly, "Geralt is my uncle, and Kitley is also my cousin." Brother, what do you think I will do? In addition, you are very interesting, and you are completely different from the necromancers I have seen. I am looking forward to your strength! I hope you will not disappoint me!"
Hearing the word "interesting" from Gordelli's mouth shows that she is mature in mind. The Salter family places high hopes on her, and she is almost trained as the successor of the patriarch.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say!" Ron waved the azure-level bone staff in his hand, "Give it to me!"
At this time, there was a commotion outside the door, and then there was a loud "crash--" from the window, and one after another, skeleton warriors jumped in from the window, holding huge axes in their hands and a huge shield in one hand, making a shocking noise. Howls of terror.
"It's interesting!" Goderich's eyes turned red, and she waved the magic wand in her hand, and the fiery red gemstone on the top of the wand emitted a trace of flame light. She blasted out of her hand.
"Boom boom boom..."
The fireball exploded in the crowd of skeletons, and the house was also blown to pieces. Ron was not to be outdone, and fought back vigorously. For a while, the two sides came and went, undead magic and fire magic were thrown at each other, and the fight was exhilarating.
However, Geralt's house was destroyed, no matter the doors, windows, floors, and furniture were smashed to pieces by magic one by one.
"Hurry up... Hurry up, the house is about to collapse!" Someone yelled, and all the servants in Naka Manor fled.
Even Geralt Kitley and the two were no exception, risking being bombarded by magic, they ran out of the door quickly.
Kitley panted heavily, looking at Ron's figure, his eyes were full of disbelief, "Impossible, his strength has reached such a strong point, and he is inseparable from Cousin Godelie?"
"Is this still undead magic? It's too scary!" Geralt's face was serious, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he managed to drag Godeli into it, otherwise, he would have no chance of surviving tonight.
However, he also had a trace of worry in his heart, if Gordelli lost...
Impossible, Gordelli won't be defeated, she is a genius girl from the Salter family, Geralt tried desperately to get rid of this idea.
"Bone Shield—"
Seeing the fireballs coming from the other side, Ron had nowhere to hide. He calmly summoned a bone shield, blocked the blow, and counterattacked at the same time, "Give you back... the bone spear..."
A white bone spear was summoned, and Ron's bone staff pointed forward, and the bone spear flew towards Godeli like an arrow that left the string.
Seeing that she couldn't dodge, Godeli gritted her teeth and released a magic that was not easy to use normally.
"Teleport!"
There was a flash of light from Godeli's body, and then disappeared in place, and flashed out a few meters away, allowing the bone spear to pierce through the air.
"What a powerful magic—" Huo Meilin also saw this scene through Ron's eyes, and exclaimed, "This is a bit like the most mysterious space magic in the legend, but it is much worse than space magic. Appearing on the girl, it seems that magic has evolved to a fairly mature level, and undead magic is no longer an advantage when it comes to magic."
"Stone of Explosive Flame—"
Not to be outdone, Godeli summoned the "Stone of Explosive Flame" to fight back.
The Explosive Flame Stone is a level 4 magic. It is so powerful that it will explode when it touches an enemy. Ron blocked the flying Flame Stone, and the stone shattered with a sound, forming a ring of fire, surrounding Ron inside.
"Give it to me, pester her, don't let her have a chance to release magic!" Ron got out instantly, and said through gritted teeth. He also felt lingering fears about the power of magic. If he was a little later, he would be roasted as a roast pig up.
"What a high-level magic duel!"
A trace of solemnity flashed across Geralt's face, "Undead magic, I never thought it would be so powerful, and it's not at a disadvantage against Godelie!"
At this time, Kitley couldn't help but asked worriedly, "Father, do you think my cousin will win?"
"Should be!" Geralt showed a thoughtful expression on his face, "In terms of strength, the two of them should be about the same. Although that Ron's attack is weird, but he didn't get any advantage from Godeli. Unfortunately, Ron has a shortcoming... "
"What shortcoming?"
"Weapons!" Geralt smiled and said, "Didn't you see that? That Ron is holding an Azure-level weapon, while Godeli is holding a Dark-Gold-level weapon. If The strength of the opponent is too much, and there is no point in any weapon, but if the strength is not far behind, the difference in weapons will be revealed!"
"Oh! That's it!" Kitley was determined, and a cruel smile appeared on his face again, "Hey! Father, if my cousin defeats him, don't rush to kill him, I will torture him slowly. Fan, and then let him die!"
"Don't dream!" Geralt poured cold water on Kitley, "With this level of strength, no one can kill anyone, so it's easy for Ron to escape, which will make us even more troublesome, I don't know When will he get his revenge!" Geralt said worriedly.
At this time, there was a trace of bright light in the room, and then, "Boom--", Geralt's room finally couldn't support the powerful combined attack of undead magic and magic, and fell down with a slam, causing a lot of explosions. soot.
The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing two figures standing proudly, one with his hands behind his back, the fireball in his hand was dancing lightly, and the other was riding on the back of the skeleton warrior, propping up a huge bone shield.