"How's it going in the lab?"

The old man asked in a hoarse voice as he walked down the stairs.

"The rebuilding has been completed, and the capabilities of the North American branch members are currently being selected one by one."

Rowan bowed to the old man and reported the progress of the work softly.

"Would any of them want to join us?"

After walking down the stairs, the old man asked very calmly, hoping to hear some answers that interested him.

But Rowan shook his head honestly.

"No, after all, the people who are willing to join us are already standing here."

After a short silence, the old man did not hesitate too much, and continued to command in a hoarse voice like a dead branch.

"After extracting their abilities, turn them all into blood servants, and Cyreth will not need it, keep him, and someone will come and talk to him."

"I understand."

The old man glanced at all the black-robed people in front of him, and finally his gaze fell on the black-robed man in the corner.

In the face of these monsters, in the face of these monsters who seemed to be very unruly, the old man coughed lightly.

"The tournament is going to start soon, and it's not going to take place here, but I don't want you to attack Carl and them, you know?"

"I don't know!"

Xiaolan, a girl hidden in the dark, stomped her feet and shouted angrily.

"Why not! They're all going to leave that hotel when the game starts anyway, so why not just kill them! I'd love to taste the blood. ”

Rowan turned around and stood in front of the old man, and explained helplessly to the girl hidden in the dark.

"Xiao Lan, because they have the Eastern Heavenly Gods by their side, you should also know that in front of the Eastern Heavenly Gods, we have no chance of winning, even if we can really defeat those Heavenly Gods, but we will attract unimaginable revenge."

In the face of Luo Wen's patient explanation, he even helped her block the old man's possible reprimand, but the girl did not appreciate it at all, but said with disdain.

"Those monsters who are greedy for life and afraid of death, since the last failure, they have been so scared that they never dare to appear again, what is there to say about them."

"Xiaolan!"

Rowan stopped the girl again and told her not to continue.

The girl was still not convinced.

"I'm not wrong, they're just a bunch of guys who are greedy for life and afraid of death, why are we ......."

The girl's words stopped abruptly, because an unimaginable pressure suddenly enveloped everyone's hearts! Everyone in the villa froze suddenly, because the terrifying sense of oppression was like a giant beast opening its eyes from behind you.

"Whew!" The feeling of oppression in my heart increased again, and this time, several people fell to their knees because they didn't know the feeling of oppression.

Feeling the huge pressure carrying a trace of murderous intent, Rowan immediately stepped forward and blocked the girl behind him, while bending down to salute outside the window.

"I'm sorry, Xiaolan is just a child, if there is any offense to your place, please don't mind."

A deep and deep voice came from outside the window, resounding in everyone's heart.

"It doesn't matter."

Soon, the huge sense of mental oppression receded like a tide, and everyone in the villa finally couldn't help but let out a cool breath.

At this moment, the majestic and deep voice sounded from everyone's hearts again.

"Even an ordinary celestial soldier can do everything."

"And in Heavenly Court, there are millions of Heavenly Soldiers."

The villa fell silent.

The old man's eyes were solemn and silent, and the black-robed man standing in the corner was lonely and silent.

Rowan looked at the girl dissatisfiedly and complainingly, the girl snorted coldly, and turned her little head angrily.

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Standing in front of the "Madonna of the Rocks" in the fireplace, the old man gazes at this heirloom painting about two meters high with his back hand.

After watching for a long time, the old man finally opened his mouth to break the tranquility of the villa.

"You can't attack Carl on your own initiative, but it's okay for you to do something else so that they can't come and disturb us."

Rowan nodded slightly.

"I'll arrange it."

In the next second, the old man's voice was much sharper.

"As for what just happened, I don't want it to happen, this is the East after all, you know?"

No one spoke, only Rowan walked into the darkness beside him and gently tapped the head of the girl who was still sulking.

The girl's whining voice sounded, and then she held her mouth, reluctant to the extreme.

"Okay, okay, I know, I won't say it anymore."

The corners of Rowan's mouth showed a relieved and helpless smile like an old father.

The old man continued to command.

"During this time, we must also hurry up and create blood servants, since the secret party has discovered our secret, it means that we don't have much time to waste, and after we get the two holy weapons, we can arrange to evacuate."

Rowan frowned slightly and asked softly.

"Aren't we going to fight the secret party here for a new ten-year war?"

When the words fell, all the black-robed people of the Demon Party present couldn't help but sit up straight.

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"Aren't we here in a new ten-year war with the Secret Party?"

Listening to Rowan's question, the old man didn't make any moves, still standing in front of "Our Lady of the Rocks", with his back to everyone.

After about a minute, the old man slowly turned around.

A wide black robe covered his head, allowing only his mouth to be seen.

At this moment, the eyes of all the black-robed people in the villa were fixed on him.

Facing the gaze of the countless dark red pupils, the corners of the old man's mouth full of wrinkles outlined a frightening smile.

After so many years on the run, so many years of preparation, how can you not surprise them more?

After chuckling, the old man, on behalf of the Demon Party, issued a statement to the world today.

"A hundred years ago, the secret party launched a war in Europe, and a hundred years later, we should also stick a sword in their hearts!"

After a short silence, all the black-robed people stood up at the same time and bowed to the old man.

"Do as you command."

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"Zifeng, I don't know why, these days, I always feel a little uneasy."

Sitting in a chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Carl stretched out his fingers and rubbed his temples tiredly.

Those dark blue, mesmerizing magic eyes are bloodshot at the moment.

The tired look, the bloodshot magic eye, all of this, no longer tell the world all the time, this pair of the owner of the magic eye, is already very tired.

Chu Zifeng crossed his arms and leaned indifferently against the wall on the side.

"Is it because the game is about to start?"

Karl hesitated.

He didn't know if Chu Zifeng was right, because even he didn't know why his mood would become more and more tormented day by day as the day of the competition approached.

It's as if something big is about to happen.

"I don't know, but I always feel like something is going to happen."

Carl sat back in his chair with his head back, his voice tired.

Chu Zifeng frowned, leaned against the wall and comforted coldly.

"Don't think too much, we just have to do our best."

"You're right," Karl closed his eyes tiredly.

Days of sleeplessness, the magic eye, and his spirit have been exhausted to the extreme.

If it weren't for his own willpower, he would have fallen asleep from overwork.

Looking at Carl's tired appearance, Chu Zifeng walked to the refrigerator and helped him take out a bottle of iced coffee.

"You don't have to make yourself so tired."

"Bang." Chu Zifeng helped Carl open the coffee and handed it to him.

After taking the coffee, Carl thanked him, but he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I don't really want to be so tired, I actually want to sleep too, but no, the MONOCULUS is always torturing me and giving me hints, but no matter how I calculate, I can't find any clue."

"What the hell are you worried about?" Chu Zifeng glanced at Carl and asked.

He took a small sip of iced coffee, and the icy temperature cleared up Carl's chaotic brain a lot.

But with that comes more chaos!

Shaking his head, his bloodshot magic eyes, he stared at the floor beneath his feet with deep worry.

"Many, many, many things, why are the Hallows put into a contest as prizes, and what are they doing it for? What will the demon party do next? How exactly did the academy deal with the traitors inside? When will we get the support of the Academy? Who will support? Will they be able to build an effective war with us? Where are the surviving members of the Celestial Empire Branch? Why don't you meet with us? How many Blood Servants are there? Demon Party ......."

Chu Zifeng slammed the dagger on his waist into the floor at Carl's feet.

"Brush!"

The dagger was plunged precisely into Carl's feet, causing him to stop his almost mad words.

"You haven't slept in a few days?"

Karl froze, then covered his eyes.

"Probably, probably since the eldest lady finished making the roast suckling pig, she hasn't had time to rest."

"That means you haven't slept in five days."

Chu Zifeng looked at Carl coldly.

"Are you the headmaster?"

Karl shook his head.

"Are you a senator of the Senate?"

Karl shook his head.

"Have you fought in the Ten Years' War?"

Carl shook his head anyway.

Chu Zifeng gave him a roll of his eyes.

"Those three bastards, in fact, sometimes have a lot of things worth learning from you, such as having a big heart, otherwise you may boil yourself to death if you go on like this."

Thinking of the three Huang Xiaobei who lived carefree every day, Carl smiled and sighed.

"Also, it seems that I am a little too tired, but haven't you noticed them? The reason why they are so happy is because they know that we are ahead. ”

"No, those three people are like this, don't expect too much from them, if we die one day, they won't take any responsibility, they will just run to the side of the demon party with a smile."

Carl smiled helplessly.

"Probably so."

Frowning slightly, Chu Zifeng took out a box of sleeping pills from his waist and put it in front of Carl.

"Even if we're far more physically than humans, it's time for you to sleep."

Carl stared at the sleeping pills that Chu Zifeng had placed in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but recall how he had spent the past five days.

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Sitting in this position without sleep, the magic eye kept unfolding the calculations all the time, calculating for five days and five nights.

Huge data, many bad events, everything that happened after he came to the Celestial Empire, Carl has combed and calculated it over and over again in the past five days.

Some things seem to be okay, but using the magic eye, he connects these things, and some things seem to be related, but in fact they are just ***.

Thousands of data, countless emergencies, the data analysis given by the Demon Eye for a certain thing done by the Demon Party, Carl deduces the real purpose of the Demon Party to do a certain thing, and the data analysis given by the Demon Eye.

Countless data, countless possibilities!

For five days, Carl just did the calculations, and just tied the data to the events over and over again, and then failed, and then calculated!

Because he hopes that he can find the hidden connection between these data and events, so as to deduce the true intentions of the Demon Party!

Except for going to the bathroom, he barely moved.

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Sometimes Carl often gives people a very tired feeling.

Huang Xiaobei asked him why he was so tired, and he honestly said that he was working, but our Huang commissioner couldn't guess that Carl's so-called work would be like this.

He had always thought that Carl was just using work as an excuse and was actually playing games in his room, which was why he was so tired.

How to say, a person who has no heart and no lungs will not be able to understand the life of a person like Carl in this life.

But in fact, this is Karl's daily life, since the first day he came to the Celestial Empire, his magic eye has not rested.

There is no way, as the current supreme commander, he naturally needs to do this.

After all, he can't expect people like Huang Xiaobei to work hard to figure out the intentions of the Demon Party and decide on the next move, right?

Responsibility, hehe, although my father never said a word to himself, but this is the lesson he left for himself - responsibility.

The responsibility that belongs to the Bren's family, the responsibility that belongs to him Karl, can only be shouldered by him, and only by him.

Facing Chu Zifeng, who finally began to care about others, Carl shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I'm still waiting, there are some things I'm still more concerned about, by the way, have you found anything in the past few days?"

Chu Zifeng didn't speak, but his indifferent eyes had already told Carl everything.

He didn't get anything.

Carl guessed that this was the case, and muttered something like a mad demon just now.

"Why? Why exactly? Why are the surviving seniors of the Celestial Empire branch reluctant to meet us? Why the hell are they ......?"

"I have something to do, you can continue to rest."

Chu Zifeng didn't want to disturb the extremely tired Carl anymore, so he turned around and left.

Carl nodded, stopping his crazy brain.

He felt that it was time for him to take a good rest, after all, he didn't want to die suddenly.

But before leaving, Chu Zifeng asked him a question.

"The things you're thinking about these days are really important, but you're not trying to figure out why, are you?"

Carl pushed his sunglasses, his eyes bloodshot.

"yes, I really didn't want to figure out the reason for these things themselves, I just wanted to know why the demons did this, and what was the reason for them to do these things? To put it simply, what exactly is the purpose behind them? ”

"Hehe, this is also a question that has bothered me for a long time, what are they doing so much? What do you want to get? Or do you want to achieve something? Or maybe there's a bigger conspiracy lurking inside! ”

Looking at Carl's expression of once again falling into a dead end, Chu Zifeng frowned.

After a long silence, Chu Zifeng spoke indifferently.

"Quite simply, to take revenge on the secret party."

Carl froze.

Chu Zifeng continued to wake him up.

"Those things aside, the Demon Party is to take revenge on the secret party, this is their most fundamental purpose, everything is built on this, as for the others, they are just derivatives on this fundamental goal, and you seem to have been trapped in those cumbersome derivatives recently."

Karl was silent, and then he laughed.

Because Chu Zifeng's words woke him up!

Indeed, he has been thinking too much lately, and he is completely immersed in a series of events of the Demon Party and can't extricate himself.

But he ignored the most fundamental answer, the demon party wants to take revenge on the academy, and everything else is a specific plan.

And with Chu Zifeng's prompt, Carl's brain suddenly opened up.

"Zifeng, thank you, I think I've guessed what the Demon Party is going to do now."

Chu Zifeng turned his back to Carl and listened quietly.

"If there are no accidents, they have made so many preparations, it is likely that they want to fight a ten-year war!"

As if he had discovered Columbus in the New World, Carl excitedly spoke his conjectures.

"The Blood Servants are their soldiers, the Holy Weapons are their weapons, they are coming, they are about to start a new decade of war, soldiers, weapons are there, as for the location....... It won't be in the Celestial Empire! It's at the heart of us! ”

Carl's bloodshot eyes glowed with a faint blue light again.

"They're going to start a new war against us, all for the sake of war, and the location will probably be in our heart, the Academy!"

Chu Zifeng walked away.

"Then go to sleep."

After speaking, Chu Zifeng disappeared.

Seeing Chu Zifeng leaving, Carl opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but after finding that Chu Zifeng really left, the expression on Carl's face became very lonely.

"At least listen to me......."

Facing the empty room, Carl sat down in his chair and continued to ponder, conjectures over his conjectures.

When he realized that he had thought about everything more or less, Karl, who was slender but full of exhaustion, fell straight down on his soft big bed.

A second before falling asleep, the sleepy-eyed Karl opened his dim eyes, and his handsome features were full of tiredness and relief.

Opening his mouth slightly, Carl muttered softly.

"Zifeng, next, I'm going to ask you."