"What happened?" The playwright asked.

"Nothing, but do you know what kind of person Belina is?"

As he spoke, Doyle sat down on his desk, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out a stack of papers.

The paper is full of unknown patterns, the most striking of which is a side section of an eyeball, which is still scientifically structured if you ignore the magical spells around it.

"I thought it would take a lot of time, but Belina's talent is really high, and it is indeed amazing, if it weren't for her, those broken techniques would not be able to be put together, and it would be a fool's dream to get back that part of the knowledge in ten years."

"Hahaha, it seems that God is on your side!"

The actor's words brought a smile to Doyle's face.

She leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the drawings on the table, and said to herself, "That fool made me contribute to his country for six hundred years, and the god of fate favored him six hundred years ago, and now it is my turn." ”

The actor hanging on the wall listened silently, silent, and after a while, he spoke: "Partner, what do you want to do?" I don't think you just want to take revenge on the Empire, you should have a more important purpose besides revenge, right? ”

"Yes, I'm going to be a god." Doyle walked through his heart and said in a tone like I want to be a kind person.

The actor was silent again, he knew that Doyle was not the kind of person who could joke, Doyle would not joke before retrieving his memory, and Doyle would not joke after retrieving his memory, the god in her mouth was probably not just talking, but really "God".

It's just that whether this god represents the supreme power or the invincible power in the world, the actor is not sure.

"Are you looking for something to be truthful?"

The playwright thought about it and thought that there was only one thing that could satisfy Doyle's wishes.

He let out a chuckle, took a deep breath, frowned, looked at the actor with a look of chagrin and confusion, and said as a matter of course, "The truth thing? That's what I did, and I got it six hundred years ago. ”

"It took me a lot of work to get it." Doyle fell into memory, as if remembering something unpleasant, and suddenly showed a look of disgust: "But it was stolen by a despicable woman halfway, and now I have to find a way to get it back." ”

"Who is it?"

"You don't need to know."

The playmaker stopped asking.

Doyle picked up the pen again, wrote and drew on the paper, and began to plan his next actions.

Ten years is too little for her to waste a little time, if she misses it again this time, it may be hundreds of years of waiting, it will be too painful, who knows if she will be killed by someone during this time?

……

In the third eye, in the newly built hall, Felik sat on the highest chair, he crossed Erlang's legs, his body was tilted, the elbow of one hand was on the armrest, his fingers were gently holding his forehead, and the cold gaze of the mask slowly swept over the mages who were prostrate on the ground in front of him.

Not long ago, these mages were used to standing, but after his training, they are now accustomed to kneeling on the ground, and the effect of coercion and misconstruction is staggering, and he never imagined that it could be so effective in a short period of time.

And Mira, who was kneeling on the edge of the chair, was obviously higher than ordinary mages.

At present, there is only one person in the main hall who can stand, and that is Felik's "colleague", the necromancer Black Skull.

Felik didn't wait long that day, and the other party agreed to join him, but it seems that because of some personal habits, the necromancer did not tell Felik his real name, but told him the nickname of his youth, which is Black Skull.

Just listening to it is full of eerie, dark and evil connotations, and he was by no means a good bird when he was young.

"Master Black Bone, has the last thing I asked you to do is done?" Felik asked.

The title of Black Bone Master was also asked by the other party to call him so, and Felik was also willing, after all, calling him Black Skull all day long was like mocking him, as a great sage, he deserved the respect he deserved, even if it was only on the surface.

The Black Bone Mage smiled evilly when he heard this, and nodded: "It's already done." ”

Felik nodded, stood up, and slowly walked down the steps step by step, each step he stepped on the soft carpet, only making a very slight sound, but this incomparably subtle sound, every time it sounded, made every mage's heart chuckle, and his nerves tensed.

The strength of the leader, all the members have already seen, it is an insurmountable barrier.

In front of him, kneeling down is not reluctant and shameful at all, it is a matter of course, in front of people who can pinch themselves to death like ants at any time, there is no need to hesitate to give dignity, not to mention that this great lord will even give them strength.

Felik walked slowly through the empty space in the middle, and an indifferent voice came out of his mouth.

"Our next goal is to expand our power, and before that, of course, it is necessary to take stock of the shortcomings that have been deposited in this organization over the years, I ask you...... Why did the Third Eye only entrench itself in such an isolated and narrow place as the Floating Island for so many years? And often harassed by dragons? ”

Everyone was dazed when they heard this, and their deeply bowed heads couldn't help but raise their heads, and looked at Felik in confusion, and then lowered in a panic after just one glance, and the thoughts in their minds instantly turned into a mess.

"Why didn't anyone answer!" Felik's volume increased abruptly.

The mages trembled and trembled, and no one dared to speak, for fear that if they had answered incorrectly, the wrath of the leader would be poured out on them, which would be unbearable for them.

Felik turned his head to look at Mira at the edge of his chair.

"Mira, do you have any ideas?"

"Uh...... Me? I, I think this is probably Doyle's existence, we are a collection of rebel mages, as long as Doyle is here, we can't act openly. Mira's voice grew softer in reply.

She also heard these words, under normal circumstances, how could anyone think about a question like Felik's?

Everyone just does what they say.

"No, the third eye can only live on such a small floating island, because the third eye is too weak. And in my eyes, the third eye is worse than the Council of Wands, and the Council of Wands is at least still thinking about how to overthrow the Holy See, but what about the third eye? I'm afraid I never thought of killing Doyle. ”

"What? You're going to kill Doyle?! ”

Suddenly, a mage screamed, but he immediately realized that he had lost his words, and the Alliance covered his mouth and lowered his head.

Felik shrugged his shoulders, ignored the other party directly, and continued to himself: "Of course not, Doyle is too strong, I don't mean to stop the idea of not killing Doyle before accusing, but to accuse the third eye of the belief that he did not get stronger!" ”

Felik hurried up the steps and sat down in his chair again, his right hand stretched forward, and a cold command came out of his mouth.

"It's time, it's time to make changes! Dragons are the best race at magic, and with such a precious treasure trove nearby, even if it's locked, you should think about stealing it! Now send a team to infiltrate the dragon floating island and collect magic information! ”