"Please!"

When they arrived at the door, an old man in a western dress and bow tie, who looked like a butler, greeted him from the castle.

Jiang Xiaobai got out of the car and walked side by side with Lathorne, and Valence took a half step back and followed the two.

Under the leadership of the butler, Jiang Xiaobai and the three of them walked through the gate of the castle, through the front garden, and then through the golden corridor, and finally came to a hall with a half-foot-thick red carpet.

"Welcome guests from afar, please be seated!"

A middle-aged man in a black camel silk brocade tuxedo with a hand towel pocket on his left chest sat on a finely carved oak chair and spread his hands towards Lathorne.

This middle-aged man who pretends to be full of coercion is the patriarch of the contemporary Rothschild family, Solomon, Rothschild.

Seeming to be more interested in the Eastern face, Solomon Rothschild's gaze lingered on Jiang Xiaobai's face many times before withdrawing his gaze.

"Mr. Rothschild, I have come to negotiate with you!" said Lathorne, straight to the point.

Solomon Rothschild lifted the lid of the coffee cup next to him and stirred it slowly with a silver spoon.

"Negotiating?, it's easy, Mr. Lathorne relinquishes one of the thirteen seats of the Dark Council, and I stop the members of the Dark Magic Society from offering a bounty, and this is the best ending!"

Lathorne's eyes narrowed, a cold glint appeared in his eyes, the magic power in his body surged, and a powerful coercion crushed Solomon without reservation!

At this moment, the butler, who had been standing behind Solomon Rothschild, stepped forward, his upper body fully inflated, his face slowly deformed, his mouth bulging forward, and his eyes turning green.

"Werewolves, sent by Warwick?"

Lathorne asked, staring at Solomon.

Solomon Rothschild shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "As you can see, Mr. Lathorne, it is better for us to negotiate peacefully, otherwise ......"

He didn't finish his words, but the threat in his words could be heard by anyone.

But it's no wonder that the Rothschilds' financial resources are already stronger than that of the Dark Magic Society, coupled with the existence of an assassin group like a werewolf who takes a quick melee route and specializes in mages, if it is really a full-scale war, Lathorne has no chance of winning, so why should he give face?

Lathorne said coldly, "Aren't you afraid of the evil god coming?"

Solomon Rothschild said indifferently: "Does the evil god care who his believers are, besides, I believe that the wolf god's face, he will still give it!"

All the paths are blocked, even the killer features are easily cracked, and Lathorne doesn't seem to have any advantage.

"Make a decision, reconciliation, or all-out war!" said Solomon Rothschild with a smile.

Lathorne was caught in a dilemma.

Jiang Xiaobai had almost finished visiting the decorations in the room, took his gaze back, raised his index finger at Solomon, and then shook it.

"No, no, no, I don't think these two options are very good, why don't we choose one to start, the Dark Council, and it's not a speaker of Lathorne, except for him and Warwick, you choose any one, and we join forces to help you ascend to the position of president, isn't it simpler?"

Solomon Rothschild smiled, "Young man, do you know how much I paid for dealing with the Dark Magic Society, and your words now are like asking me to change my mind?"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded very seriously, "That's right!"

"Is that your decision?"

Solomon Rothschild gently lowered his coffee cup, leaned back in his chair, and stared at Lathorne and asked.

"That's right, if you want to fight, then come! The servants of the evil gods are never afraid!"

With a wave of his robe, a magic wand appeared in his hand.

At the tip of the magic wand, the magic power churning like boiling water slowly condensed and formed, forming a black fireball.

This fireball gave people an eerie and terrifying feeling at a glance, and as soon as it appeared, the space around the fireball was slightly distorted in an instant.

"It's so hot!"

Jiang Xiaobai was slightly surprised, the temperature of this fireball was almost comparable to the fire in the center of the earth, but compared to his evolved wood fire, it was still much worse.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

In all corners of the castle, the bodyguards and waiters who were originally in suits and leather shoes showed their true faces, and they turned out to be werewolves.

Warwick was really willing to spend his blood in order to deal with Lathorne.

Jiang Xiaobai's consciousness swept away, and he completely grasped the situation on the field.

One force is equivalent to a werewolf in the god transformation stage, more than a dozen werewolves equivalent to the Yuan infant stage, and hundreds of werewolves who are slightly weaker.

Coupled with dozens of SS-level genetic warriors that can be mass-produced, the strong people gathered in the hall are enough to sweep away a medium-sized country.

“shit！”

Lathorne didn't expect that the Rothschilds would bring in so many masters in order to deal with him.

He thought that the Rothschild family was just a little bit more wealthy, and as for strength, what strength could a family that needed to rely on monetary rewards to deal with him.

"Whew!"

The werewolf who took the lead roared, fell on all fours, kicked on the ground on his hind legs, and pounced on Lathorne.

Werewolves are extremely fast, at least not as fast as a dark mage like Lathorne.

But it's fast, and there are people who are faster than him.

Jiang Xiaobai moved, only to see that he was still sitting on the chair one second, and the next second, his big feet had already fallen on the head of the werewolf with the strength of the Transformation Stage.

"Boom!"

After a tooth-aching sound, the werewolf flew backwards faster than it had come, and the wolf's body with an explosion of muscles in its upper body slammed into the wall, sweeping a large row of decorative antiques in the living room.

"Whew!"

Seeing that his head was kicked out by Jiang Xiaobai, the rest of the werewolves gave up their respective goals and pounced on Jiang Xiaobai.

At this time, with Jiang Xiaobai as the center, the space has been completely occupied by werewolves.

The fireball in Lathorne's hand became the size of a basketball, and it didn't start.

It was a fire from hell, a treasure bestowed upon him by the evil god Gatanjee, powerful enough to annihilate these abominable orcs.

However, Jiang Xiaobai's existence made him scruples, after all, Jiang Xiaobai just helped him beat a powerful werewolf, and he was also a "divine servant", but Lathorne regarded Jiang Xiaobai as his real own person, and he didn't know if Lathorne would be moved to cry.

Before he could hesitate, the next second, in the middle of the encirclement of those werewolves, a figure fifteen meters tall stood up suddenly.

Jiang Xiaobai sneered, and the vast mana in his body exploded violently......

(End of chapter)