Yugioh Reginald Kastle 소설 & 이야기

The cultivator was puzzled and tried several more times with different talismans, but the result was the same. The cultivator looked at the old man: "Master, I can't deal with this target. The talisman goes out as soon as it touches him. I don't know what's going on." The old man turned to look at him: "Useless. You can't even handle this." After saying this, he waved his dust whisk, trying to attack Reginald the same way he had attacked Elijah. Elijah had a Sacred Body, but Reginald did not. But no matter how he waved the dust whisk, nothing came out.

“What’s wrong with this old man? Did he just call you not too smart? What kind of attitude is that? I’m going to tell him off!” “Forget it,” Caitlin said, stopping her. She knew from Sebastian that Reginald was a recluse who rarely interacted with the outside world. He spent his life buried in ancient texts, but his skills were exceptional. Genius and eccentricity often came hand in hand, and Caitlin could live with that. They stepped into Reginald’s home, which looked more like a library than a residence. Shelves were packed with antique books and manuscripts, and the table was covered with old scrolls and parchment, some mid-restoration.

"Wait... y-you don't know?" "Know what?" I probed further. Riley hadn't said anything yet, but the look on his face confirmed that whatever was going to leave his mouth was bad news. I'd rather not hear it, but oblivion wouldn't last forever. "Spit it out, boy!" Granark scolded with impatience. "What has happened to Reginald?" Riley wet his lips. "King Reginald is dead. He passed away a couple of weeks ago."