Chapter 1833

Sometimes what the eyes saw might not be real, not to mention that it was passed down from the ancestors. Did he really think that the history was real? No one knew how many truths had been buried as time went by. Jason did not want to ask what had happened in that desolate era. What he only wanted to do now was save his precious son. How could he not feel sorry for his own child? "Master, do you want me to accompany you there?" The Slave Clan's chief said. His ancestor had said that the person holding Excalibur was the master of the Slave Clan, and now Jason had a supreme bloodline, so he was willing to regard Jason as his master. "There's no need. You're an old man, so don't bother yourself to do so. But you can't stay here all the time. You might as well walk around. I'm afraid that some people will feel uneasy when I'm not here." Jason said. "I don't know how long it will take to go to the ancient battlefield this time, and my wife needs someone to take care of her. And the