Chapter XXVII
Dungeon, 8th floor, inside the central Tower of Babel. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo
It was a hidden hall, the walls around the hall were painted with various runes, and there were several marble columns standing next to the walls, and several white candles were burning in iron trays on the columns, and the candles emitted a dim candlelight, adding a warm color to the dead hall.
In the middle of the hall was a rectangular conference table, covered with a white tablecloth covered with golden stripes, and around the table were several goblets made of crystals, and the dim candlelight shone on the glasses, revealing the sweet aroma of the wine hidden in the glasses. The sake is made from a grass-like plant called Light Star, which is known as a once-in-a-lifetime brewing material on the ground, and only the Imperial Family can have a little savings, and such a precious Light Star wine can only be regarded as a "pretty good" mass-produced wine in the dungeon.
On one side of the table was a large dark red wooden door that emitted this fragrance, and on the other side of the table was a wall with an unknown logo carved on the wall, which was the sign of a gray wolf with a long roar in the sky carved into a stripe in the shape of a mandarin shield, flanked by the gray wolf. It also features a goshawk on its side and a viper on its side. The animals inside the mandarin shield are carved like goods, as if they were originally living animals that have been turned into stone. On each side of the relief hangs a blue flag with the same logo.
On either side of the table are three delicate mahogany chairs, and the side against the stone wall also has a chair, but the chair is just an ordinary wooden chair.
The candles around them suddenly shook in unison, as if a violent wind had suddenly blown. Then, the flame immediately returned to its original state, still emitting a soft shimmer.
Six ghostly figures silently appeared in the dimly lit conference room, each seated on a mahogany chair on either side of the table.
The room was dark, and it was impossible to see the faces of the six people.
In this way, there was silence for a long time.
The middle-aged man sitting first on the right side of the table was wearing a light gray samurai cloth with an aged katana hanging from his waist, his face was thin, his eyes were slender, his mouth was full of stubble, and he tied a ponytail high behind his head, and after a long silence, he took the lead in casually stretching out his calloused rough right hand, picked up the goblet, drank the light star wine in the cup, and then rudely put the quilt back on the table.
The crisp sound of the wine glass falling alarmed the other five people at the table, among which the young man wearing royal clothes sitting in the middle of the left side of the table gently patted the table and made a "pop" sound, and then he straightened his noble collar, looked at the middle-aged man on the side coldly and arrogantly, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, waved his hand and broke his long golden hair, and his handsome face was covered with the momentum that only an emperor has that belongs to a king. The domineering eyes looked at the middle-aged ponytail uncle.
"Don't you know that Shutale Pondlaka hasn't come yet?" The teenager said.
The middle-aged man casually played with the wine glass on the table, looked at the arrogant young man with a lewd smile, and replied lazily: "Oh, he hasn't been here more than a dozen times, and he definitely won't come this time." ”
On the side of the middle-aged man, the knight in silver-gray heavy armor suddenly turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man's unrested face, and said seriously in a deep voice: "No matter how many times he doesn't come, it doesn't mean that he won't come back this time before he confirms." ”
The middle-aged samurai showed a terrifying and gloomy expression when he heard this, his muscles flared up, he stepped on the table with one foot, stepped on the chair with the other, held the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand, and roared: "Huh? You guys have a lot of opinions! ”
The samurai's foot knocked over the glass in front of the knight, so much so that the entire glass of light star wine was spilled on the knight's armor and white tablecloth.
The knight ignored the samurai's nonsense, but reached out and took out a white cotton cloth out of nowhere, wiping the wine stains from his armor.
However, the young man clearly didn't have the same strength as he actually did, and he stood up as he slammed the uneducated samurai into the glaring gaze, and the Origin Spirit poured out of his body.
The samurai felt that the young man's source spirit was gradually condensing, knowing that the other party couldn't suppress the fire, a trace of obscene light flashed in the corner of his slender eyes, and the samurai's right hand tightly held the handle of the knife and drew out his katana, and the blade emitted a dark purple glow at the moment it was withdrawn, and then it immediately dispersed. Then, layers of source spirits shook out from all sides of the samurai's body, colliding with the young man's momentum.
The powerful pressure generated by the collision of the two source spirits extinguished the candle flame, and the room became lightless, in this atmosphere full of gunpowder, the other four people still sat indifferently in their positions, unaffected by the conflict between the two.
In the darkness, the samurai are rushing out, and the young man is trying to condense the source spirit again.
The next second.
A strong, blinding light burst out and shone on the shoulders of the six people, illuminating the entire conference room.
Alone, retreated the door.
The samurai turned to the door and yelled, "Bastard! Do you know what this is there and who allowed you to enter! ”
The man who pushed the door open, ignoring the samurai, quietly walked to the conference table.
The samurai saw that he was ignoring him, and was about to step forward in anger to make a move, but the young man stopped him.
The samurai looked at the young man calmly, turned around, and dodged the young man's obstruction: "What are you doing!" The samurai shouted.
The young man, this time, was patient, grabbed the samurai's clothes and explained impatiently and loudly: "You can see who is first!" ”
The samurai turned his head to look at the figure behind the door disappreciatively, and said casually: "Cut, isn't it just a little ...... who doesn't know the height of the sky?"
Before he could finish his sentence, he stopped in the middle of the way, because he saw clearly the person pushing the door open.
The man who pushed them away, dressed in an old but clean leather trench coat, with white gloves, long black hair covering his right eye, and a single golden pupil exuding a holy aura, his even was a little sickly pale, but this added a bit of strange beaning to his beautiful face.
Death Sage: Hugh Reinhardt.
Xiu looked at the six people in front of him, his cold expression did not show a trace of emotion, he turned around and closed the door, and he walked towards the corner of the room with a face like frost.
The candles around me, at some point, lit up again.
The samurai closed his eyes tightly, found a wicker stick out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and returned to his place with a dissatisfied expression.
The young man also tried his best to calm down his restless heart, and sat quietly in his place.
Under the knight's visor, a smile appeared on his original face.
The other four, still sitting in their places as usual, waited for their king.
Suddenly, Noah walked up to the relief in the conference room and sat down on an ordinary wooden chair.
When the young man saw it, his eyes were clear, and he was about to say something, and he was the first to speak: "This time, Shutal Pondra still doesn't come. ”
The samurai held his head in his hands and said indifferently, "Isn't that the same as last time?" ”
Xiu shook his head slightly: "No, this time it's not to find excellent warriors in the Alien Spirit Realm. ”
When the knight heard this, he turned his head with some interest, he looked at Xiu, and asked, "Then, what are you calling us here for this time?" ”
Xiu turned his head to look at the knight and trimmed his cuffs, still with a cold expression.
Then, Xiu said, "This time, we are here to decide the number of people who pass the competition. ”
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The Sage of Death - Hugh Reinhardt.
Sage of Life - Lou Antarsha.
Liuhe Sage - Sword Master; Liu.
Space Sage - Armed with God; Artush Basri.
Sage of Time - Kizi Chofenasar.
Glorious Sage - Imperial Family; Skenjameras Bassadfa.
The Sage of the Demon Song - Norman Sass Demon Song.
Meeting of the Sages, begins.
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