Rheinfel's words made Sorot snort coldly, "Hairy boy, you want to instill in me the truth of life?"

"Age and experience are not entirely linked. Rheinfel said lightly: "Some people have been killed in broken homes, have a rough life, and see all the pain of the world, and some people take it by force, pamper and treat it well, and do not understand the suffering of the world...... Does that make sense? Mr. Sorot!"

Rheinfel deliberately put the word 'truth' very seriously.

Sorot smiled coldly, "Who doesn't understand the so-called great truth? But the truth in this world is not there." ”

"Oh, where do you think the so-called truth is?" asked Reinfel.

Sorot glanced at him and said, "It's yours, and it's mine." ”

Sorot said it in a cryptic way, but Rheinfel understood.

What he means is that everyone has their own truth!

This is idealism and egoism, and it is also the argument that Rheinfel repels the most.

"So you're going to lose. As Reinfel spoke, black was almost completely in control of the situation, "confined to your own theories and unable to see the game clearly, just as you pursue only your own truth and cannot see the world clearly." ”

Sorot looked at the chess game with a slightly gloomy expression, "The winner is king, and the world is only in the hands of a few." ”

"The winner is king......" Rheinfel smiled coldly, "how do you feel if you lose?"

"What can a game of chess change?" Sorot was no longer obsessed with winning or losing a chess game at this time, "Winning or losing is a common thing, and do you know how many chess games you need to play and how many games you need to win to win the world?"

Rheinfel's gaze narrowed.

He originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to suppress Sorot and make his gas form converge. But Sorot is an old man after all, and he has completely regrouped his mentality in the blink of an eye, leaving him with nowhere to attack next.

The victory or defeat of the chess game suddenly loses its meaning!

"Good fellows. Rheinfel gritted his teeth secretly, feeling how tricky the man on the other side was.

He could no longer be tempted, because the work had been lost.

"As the head of the first family of the empire, I look at it quite openly. Rheinfel smiled faintly, "But you must not have lost for a long time, right? ”

Rheinfel's words were clearly sarcastic, but Sorot felt that he could not find the point.

"But......" Rheinfel slowly stood up and looked down at Sorot, "not everyone in this world will let you, Mr. Sorot, maybe you will soon taste defeat again." ”

Sorot's face was gloomy, and his fingers tapped lightly on the countertop.

The space of the chess game dissipated abruptly, and the chess pieces spilled and splashed on the stone table.

Thorrot slowly stood up, like an awakened dragon, with a terrifying sense of oppression.

"No one has ever dared to look down on me except for a few people, and no one has dared to mock me. Sorot said coldly: "You are very courageous. ”

Sorot's voice was cold and murderous.

Rheinfel could clearly feel that the countless eyes that had been staring at him all around him suddenly became sharp.

"Do you feel a sense of accomplishment in living in flattery?" Rheinfel was undaunted.

He knew very well that Sorot was just trying to intimidate him.

Looking at the calm-eyed Rheinfel, Sorot knew that he had failed, but he would not let his arguments fail, "Only the strong are qualified to accept the prostration and worship." ”

Hearing this, Rheinfel couldn't help but smile.

The smile, with sneering disdain.

"I had a great time. Rheinfel said leisurely, "Mr. Sorot, thank you for letting me know what kind of person the head of the Rosemold family is. ”

Rheinfel said, bowed politely, and turned to leave.

"Really?" Sorot said coldly, "What kind of person do you think it is?"

Rheinfel paused slightly, but didn't look back, "My 'feeling' doesn't matter to you, does it?"

He turned his head slowly and glanced at Sorot, "If you care about other people's feelings, it's not like this. ”

He said goodbye and strode away.

Thorrot looked at his departing back, his eyes focused and thoughtful.

After Rheinfel left, a black mist suddenly floated behind Sorot, and a voice as low as a bell remembered, "Master, this kid is so rude, do you need me to clean it up?"

"There's no need. Sorot's eyes were cold, and he sat down slowly, "A sharp-toothed boy, it's easy to clean him up." ”

He tapped his fingers on the stone table, and his eyes changed, "Rheinfel Meers......"

A deep voice echoed in the corner of the courtyard, with an elusive connotation.

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After leaving the courtyard, Rheinfel's mind raced back to the battle he had just had with Sorot.

He didn't expect that he would meet this person here, who was most likely the culprit of everything, and Sorot made a deep impression on him.

"It's hard to deal with. Rheinfel walked in the garden with a muttering to himself, thinking about a plan.

There is already enough evidence that the Rosesmolders are the work of the Rosesmolders, but are they enough to crush this behemoth?

What's next for Andrés?

Rheinfel couldn't figure it out for a while.

As he walked, he suddenly heard a melodious voice.

The voice was soft, muttering words that Reinfel knew were sacrificial words for the Holy See, usually used only in remembrance of the dead.

And this voice, Rheinfel also recognized.

That's Sorot's wife, Ovia's voice!

Rheinfel came back to his senses and looked towards where the voice had come from.

It was a corner of the garden, in a pure white side hall.

Ovia stood in the middle of it, her head slightly bowed, her hands raised, and although Rheinfel could not see it, she could guess that her hands must be folded on her chest, because that was the standard ritual of the Holy Court.

She recited the words of sacrifice in a low voice, and there seemed to be mourning in her voice, which made people listen to inexplicable sadness.

Rheinfel paused in the garden, his gaze reaching out to Ovia, where there was a delicately carved prismatic jewel necklace with a line of small letters engraved on it, but it was impossible to read.

With a movement of his magic, Rheinfel activated the light magic spell and saw the small line clearly.

Ozeregg Rossmolder.

Rheinfel's heart skipped a beat.

The name felt familiar to him.

Ozeregger ...... Suzeren?" Rheinfel suddenly realized that this name was the same as that of the arrogant heir of the Rosemold family, Suzerain.

"What's going on?" thought to Reinfel, "Suzeren has a brother?"

As he pondered, Ovia's voice suddenly stopped.

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