"You talk nonsense!" Nefarian's pale face flushed with anger. "Why should I trust you? Don't think that just because we have a little friendship, you can insult me like this! If you can't produce proof, I'll let you know that the King of Blackstone isn't so teased! ”

His fingers flexed slightly, and the nails of his fingertips uncontrollably became prominent and sharp, unconsciously drawing long marks on the marble countertop.

In the face of Nefarion's questioning, Simon smiled calmly and said sharply: "You should believe that no dragon dares to lie to your father. If he didn't say it himself, then what good would it do me to make up something like that? Just to laugh at your incompetence? Since you want proof......"

He sighed and reached out to separate the collar of his black robe. An obsidian-like gemstone glittered in the area of his chest, with several glaze marks as red as magma. "I think you should recognize that."

The gemstone reflects a beautiful and eerie luster, like a fatal blow to the most vulnerable place in Nefarian's heart. His lips twitched excitedly, but he couldn't say a full sentence. "It's ...... Paternal. ”

Simon smiled. "It's an honor that your father chose me as a spokesperson."

He stumbled slightly, slumped back into his seat, and finally muttered bitterly. "Why would he rather talk to an outsider like you than tell me!?"

Nefarian spoke, and the despair and anger in his voice were completely undisguised. He swung his hand and slammed it on the table. The marble countertop was smashed to pieces by him.

"Because...... He thinks you're useless. Simon didn't care about Nefarian's pale face, and calmly straightened the collar of his robe, reminding him. Be careful, I don't want your precious essence to be lost by your impulse, and it's tiring to recollect it. ”

"Believe it or not, I killed you?" Nefarian picked up the crystal bottle, and a few words burst out between his teeth.

"If you are brave enough to kill your father's envoys. Then I'm impressed with you, too. Simon stared unfearedly into Nefarian's angry eyes.

Nefarion's face was uncertain, and the blue tendons on his forehead exploded, but in the end. His momentum plummeted, and his expression regained his composure.

"You won." He put the bottle away in a dejected manner. "Say it. Do you have anything else to sarcastically mock me? ”

Simon shook his head. "I'm just telling you what your father says about you. However, the progress of your colorful dragon is indeed too slow. He was impatient. ”

Nefarian took a deep breath. "I'll do my best!"

"It's not something you can do with your best efforts." Simon pointed out unceremoniously. "If you can do that, then your progress shouldn't be the way it is."

"And what do you want?" Nefarian growled discontentedly. "Don't challenge my patience again and again!"

Seeing that Nefarian was about to lose his mind, Simon also took it when he saw it. "Your father asked me to take a look at some of the problems in your experiment and improve them, so I will stay here for a few days, please take care of it~ Nefaryan."

Nefarian wanted to punch Simon in the face of his pretty, unmanlike face, but think of his father's ...... on him. He tightened his fingers and didn't look at the hateful face.

"Then let's go straight to the lab, I don't think you mind if I don't have good hospitality."

Simon nodded. In fact, there was one thing that Nefarian didn't understand, and it wasn't just his father who was impatient with the progress of the colorful dragon.

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Thea circled back and forth in the room like a trapped beast.

It's said to be an entertainer, but it's almost house arrest.

She pushed open the door, revealing a head. Several orc maids standing outside the door immediately walked over, speaking fluent lingua franca. "What does Mademoiselle need?"

"Uh......" Thea rolled her eyes. She had tried to break them away with all sorts of excuses, such as drinking and eating fruit, but they always had a tacit understanding that they would keep two people standing in the doorway, watching her.

It would be nice if there was only one person left. In that case, she still has a way to think about it.

Thea is dead, but she is still unwilling. She smiled. "I'm a little bored. Is there anything you can do for recreation? Like books or something? ”

The maids looked at each other. The leader stepped forward. "I'm sorry, miss, but all the books we have here belong to the master, and no one can set foot in his study without his orders."

Thea's eyes lit up. "Can't I go as a guest?"

"Huh?" The maids took a half-step back in fear.

"Miss......" the maid gave her an embarrassed look. I'm sorry, but unless the master speaks, even if we take you there, the dragon soldiers at the door will stop us. ”

"Okay, then you can find someone to come in and talk to me...... "Xia said helplessly.

"Okay. Miss. I don't know who you want to talk to? ”

Thea's gaze wandered to one side, landing on one of the youngest-looking orc maids. One finger of the hand. "That's it."

The young maid was still a little overwhelmed, but her companion behind her pushed her, causing her to fall forward involuntarily. Almost fell.

The little maid, who was almost ugly, looked at the chief maid in a panic, with some pleading and fear in her eyes.

The chief maid glared at her, and motioned for her to follow Thea in.

All this was seen by Shia. She stretched out her hand and pulled the little maid into the room.

Closing the door, Xia breathed a sigh of relief. She let go of the maid's hand and sat down casually.

"Don't be afraid, just talk to me." Thea smiled. "Sit down and talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" The little maid replied with some restraint. Although she sat down as Thea asked, she was less than a third of the way to the chair, and she looked trembling.

Thea looked at the little maid with some puzzlement. In her impression, the orcs, both men and women, are fearless and have a cool personality, and the maid in front of her ...... To be honest, even the human handmaidens of Stormwind seem to be a little more daring than she is.

"Well...... you can do anything, what's your name?" She said casually.

"I ...... My name is Krana. Miss. The little maid said softly.

"I see you're nervous. Clarna, can you tell me why you're nervous? Xia asked softly, and at the same time, a soft light slowly lit up in the eyes of the little maid, and her fingers couldn't help but clench gently into a fist. She quietly used the priest's spell - to calm the mind.

"Because...... Former guest," Clarna suddenly shrank, biting her lip and seeming to hesitate.

Thea looked at the fruit bowl on the table, took a pomegranate from it, and handed it to Clarna. "Can you break it for me?"

Clarna was distracted by something that was suddenly stuffed into her hand, and obediently broke the pomegranate for Thea and handed it to Thea.

Thea took half of it and pushed the other half back into Clarna's hands. "Let's talk while eating, it's really boring to eat alone."

Clarna was still young after all, and she looked at the red pomegranate seeds in her hand, and couldn't help but swallow softly, and ate them half-pushed, half-on-the-spot.

"Krana, have you been living here all along?" Seeing that Clarna seemed to be much calmer, and after thinking about it, Thea changed the subject.

"Yes, miss. I am a member of the glorious Blackstone Clan, and I was born in the lower levels of the Blackstone Tower. Referring to her origins, Clarna puffed out her chest slightly, with pride in her eyes. The master is very picky about the maid, and not every woman of the Blackstone tribe of the right age can go up to the top to serve the master. To be able to go to the top to serve the master is the highest honor of our clan. ”

"Oh, can you tell me about your old home?" Thea silently clung to Clarna's words.

Maybe it was the calming magic that made Klana let her guard down, or maybe it was because Krana herself was a native of the natives and didn't treat some of the things in the Blackstone Tower that seemed to her to be common sense as a secret, so she talked about it without concealment: "The Blackstone Tower is divided into three parts. Our current location is the top floor where the owner lives. Only the master's fellow soldiers and the servants of the Blackstone tribe he had chosen were eligible to live here. ”

"Then down the section, which is about three times larger than here, is the middle part, which is managed by the master's right-hand man, General Dakisas, and the great chief of our Blackstone clan. As for the bottom ......" Clara wrinkled her nose and let out a disdainful nasal sound. "That's the training ground of our Blackstone clan, and only people who don't get the master's favor and have no future will live on that level."

Xia listened carefully to what Clarna had to say, and asked carefully, "Then if you want to get out of the Blackstone Tower, don't you have to go all the way to the bottom to get out?" ”

Clarna's eyes moved, a little hesitant.

Thea hurriedly urged to soothe her mind again, and watched Clarna's eyes calm before she continued, "Is that so?" ”

"No," Clarna replied obediently. "In order to facilitate everyone's access, each area has a separate exit, which is also to avoid chaos in the area due to the frequent travel of people."

"Then, like you, Krana." Xia didn't dare to ask softly carelessly. "You must know where these exits are?"

"Of course." Clarna replied. "The master's daily life is taken care of by us, how to go to the lower level as quickly as possible to retrieve what the master needs - such a thing is the basic skill of a qualified maid." (To be continued)