Sparse and loose curly hair, four or five deep wrinkles on the forehead, deep-set eye sockets covered with shadows, dark green eyes flashed with a strange glow from time to time. He was not tall, his body was still a little rickety, and he looked like he was malnourished and his body had not grown.

Such a body is as twisted as his character, but he wears a holy white robe.

It's just twisted to the extreme.

"It's nice to see you, lovely Gerald—" Dimmert wrung a smile.

"I'm sorry I saw you, disgusting Deemmet." Gerald looked at him nonchalantly.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing, and Gerald sealed all the chatterboxes at once.

Because Gerald didn't intend to talk more nonsense with Dimert at all, he cut straight to the point.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm interested in your 'Garden of Eden'..."

"Get out."

The atmosphere dropped even more to the ice.

"I think you should be polite to me, I'm in the fifth training camp with my watch, and behind me is your former instructor."

"I only want to see you for the sake of his face, otherwise you won't be able to enter now." Gerald didn't intend to give him a little face, "You're not welcome here, Dimert. ”

"Wouldn't you be better off if you were Hela?"

Gerald's breathing stopped.

After a long pause, he looked up and smiled, "Say it again." ”

The whole world seemed to fall silent because of this smiling word.

Deathly silence

Minahears and Rodria who were standing on the side couldn't help but hold their breath.

A tremendous sense of oppression pressed them tightly, like a giant beast serving people and putting its face in front of them, and its blood-stained teeth were exposed.

Everything seems to be ready to fly.

And at this time, Dimmert actually made a move that could break almost everyone's nerves: he put his hand into his arms.

Gerald jumped out like a lion without hesitation, not intending to punch out with his hands at all, and slammed into Dimert like a meteorite landing, but suddenly stopped in front of Dimert's face.

The fist rested on the tip of Demert's nose. A little further and you can touch his hooked nose. Even if it was just a touch, Gerald's strength could have shattered his entire nose, but his fist just stopped there, as if time had been suspended.

The reason for the pause here was because Dimmert took out an envelope, and on the envelope, there was a familiar name.

Hela Lother Modlier.

"Where did it come from?" Gerald's voice was calm.

"She asked me to give it to you." Dimert squeezed an ugly smile.

"Hela wouldn't want to come into contact with someone like you..."

"Someone wants so." Dimmert said strangely, "I can tell you directly what I'm here for... There's a little guy that intrigues me..."

"You don't want to take a man from me." Gerald pulled the letter from Dimert's hand, "Is there anything else?" ”

"I'm for one person."

"Don't you think about it."

"Don't you want to know who it is?" Dimert pointed to something.

"I don't want to know, I don't want to hear every word that pops out of your mouth, because it's so filthy that it makes me feel like I'm covered in filth...", Gerald looked coldly at Dimert's gloomy face, "that would make me want to take a shower." ”

Dimmert's face instantly became gloomy.

"The reason I'm standing here now to endure your cynicism is because I have my purpose... Whether you want to know or not, I'll tell you..."

"Then don't say it, I won't listen." Gerard interrupted without hesitation, turning back to his desk to open the envelope.

"Solarus Apocalis." As if he hadn't heard Gerald speak again, Dimmert still said a name to himself when Gerald interrupted.

Gerald's hand stopped.

"Say it again?" Gerard's eyes flashed with a fire like lava.

Dimert said another name faintly, "Hugh Kaslana." ”

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.........

There was silence.

Dimert stared straight at Gerald, hoping to see more of his reaction, but Gerald didn't make any moves at all.

He lowered his head and continued to tear open the envelope, pulling out the letter.

"Don't you have a reaction?" Dimmert looked at Gerald in disbelief, "The man told me the name, told him the information..."

Gerald focused entirely on the letter, intently reading the contents, not saying a word.

"Now I'm interested in him, this direct descendant of Kaslana..."

Gerald moved his gaze from the beginning to the middle.

"His father was Francis..."

Gerald shifted his gaze from the middle to the end.

"His uncle is you!" Dimert slammed his hands on the desk, and yelled as he approached Gerald and stared at him.

Gerald flipped the letter over.

"His mother is Otto Vera!" Dimert's saliva was about to squirt onto Gerald's letter before Gerald looked up.

"How am I going to react?" Gerald looked at him with interest, "What do you expect from me?" ”

Dimert choked. He didn't know how to answer the question.

"I'm curious, you dare to divulge that person's name to me..."Gerald stood up with his support on the table, his face approaching Dimert little by little, "Are you really not afraid of death?" ”

Gerald's eyes were staring straight at Demert, just that. Suddenly Dimmert felt something in his heart that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Fear, cowardice... and oppression.

Dimmert flinched. He subconsciously took a step back, then realized something, and stood back strongly.

"I'll keep it a secret for him, but I don't like to be taken advantage of, so I'll tell you the name too, just to make things interesting." Dimmert said.

A sneer tugged at the corner of Gerald's mouth.

"Go back, I won't do what you want. Is that man something you can calculate? Gerald sneered disdainfully, "You don't know anything about him. ”

"I'm not going to calculate anything about him," Dimmert didn't dare to look Gerald in the eye anymore, but he still smiled weirdly, tilted his head and looked away, and said, "I'll just let you know the name." I know you're not simple characters, I'm no match for you... It's enough for me to let you know each other's existence..."

"What did you do?" Gerald's face changed slightly.

"It's not that I did anything, I didn't do anything. But someone has found me, and they've found you... Or maybe you've found each other... Or maybe you think of each other again. Dimmert grinned fiercely, "Ah... It's really funny, the three people who were born and died back then are now such a field..."He suddenly retracted all his expressions, leaving only a gloomy cloud, "Isn't it also interesting to see you break with your own eyes?" ”

Dimert glanced at Gerald, feeling that he had a faint sign of another seizure, and turned around directly to leave, "I'm here for one person, I have that person, I can leave now, or tomorrow we start our competition... A competition where your defective products collide with my work! He licked his lips.

"I suppose the best instructor in Destiny would not want to have such a reputation on his head, right?" He walked to the door and suddenly paused, "Oh, yes. I can give you a few days to think about it. I have a lot of time, and I love it... The delicious food which I processed by the unsavory manufacturing method. That's what you said? I like it anyway. But... I guess you don't have much time left. He whispered to Gerald from afar, "The front line is dying every minute. He immediately retracted his head. A quill pierced through the stone wall with the sound of an arrow, leaving only one or two pieces of down.