"The young patriarch has a stable heart."

Lyles paused in his hand, then brought the flask to his lips, not reacting more to the sudden sound.

The door of the house was wide open, and an old man entered, short in stature, with a somewhat rickety back, but with thick limbs, a disheveled beard on his face, and gray hair tied back at will. Outside the door, the voice seemed to sound directly in the house, which showed that this person's strength was extraordinary. By this time, the house had run out of wine, and the scattered bottles had long since been cleaned up, leaving Lyles to drink alone.

The old man sniffed vigorously at the little fragrance left in the air, licked his lips, and said "good wine." An identical flask appeared in Lyles' left hand and flung it at the old man without looking. The old man stretched out his hand to take it, hehe laughed dryly, found a seat for himself and sat down, and he was not polite, and pulled out the wine stopper for a booze.

"Happy!" The old man exhaled, and his face immediately brought a touch of red. Naturally, what he drank was not an ordinary product, but more like a magic potion, with a long stamina, and the taste was not comparable to ordinary wines. The two of them drank separately, as if the old man had only come here to rub the bottle of wine. After the first sip, he took a small sip.

Ten minutes later, when the jug in the old man's hand was dry, there was a slight smile on his face. He came here alone at a time when the Peterson family was in turmoil, and naturally he had a purpose. And Lyles behaved calmly enough that it was in their interest. Strength, wrist and heart, if there is a discrepancy, they will not choose to cooperate. Because the basis of cooperation is to pull both sides to the same level, with their strength, this is definitely pulling down the figure, if the other party is not successful, he doesn't mind finding someone to replace him. Lyles' cards are not good, although he has saved some capital for many years, but in his opinion, it is no more than that, but he himself seems to be more valuable for investment.

"Patriarch Lyles," the salutation was missing a word, but the meaning changed completely, "It's been ten years and you've finally waited for this moment, don't you plan to see it for yourself?" ”

Lyles was unmoved, except for the occasional flask, all other parts of his body seemed to be turned into stone carvings, not moving at all, giving people a sense of stability as immobile as a mountain.

"If I don't feel at ease if I hand it over to you, I might as well give up my wealth and find a seclusion in the mountains and forests."

The old man pursed his lips, Lyles, who had been suppressed for more than ten years, did not let himself be free and willing to degenerate, but grew to a terrifying point, looking at the entire continent, it is rare to have such courage, is Berg really blind? But his words also make sense, if even they can't handle something, no one else can do it.

"I hope even more that you are here to finalize the details of the cooperation in the future, so why mention it again when it has become a fact."

The old man nodded when he heard this, this was indeed his purpose, and at this time, he had no intention of changing his hexagram when he saw Lyles, so he sat upright, and Lyles also put down the wine jug in time. The two met for the first time, and a negotiation was quietly unfolding in the corner of Peterson's mansion.

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In the study, Berg had already withdrawn his gaze, and was now playing with a hedroon, and a purple glow shone in the firelight, shining on his calm countenance, but it looked eerie.

This silent confrontation has been going on for a long time, and no one has changed first. Until the three black-robed people came slowly from the periphery, as calmly as if they were walking in their own back garden, and then spread out in three directions, standing one step outside the magic array. The two on the left and right suddenly struck out, unleashing powerful power towards the void. The magic array instantly erupted with a brilliant blue light, and the thunder and lightning the thickness of an adult's arm roared down, like heavenly thunder, completely revealing its hideous side. The attacks were concentrated in two completely opposite directions, and the man in the center was also striking at this time. I saw that he took out two smooth short pipes, the whole body was pitch black, just like ordinary steel pipes, he drew a circle with both hands, without arousing a little electric light, and then there was a gap in front of him that was one person high. Without any hesitation, he walked straight into it. Almost at the same time, the two men on the left and right gathered their magic and retreated outside the encirclement of the sixteen. The magic array regained its calm again, and soon disappeared again. The superb defensive array in Berg's study was easily dissolved by someone who came! And no one looked surprised, as if it was just ordinary.

Vuitton tightened the hilt of the knife he held in his right hand, his nerves tensed to the extreme from the moment the magic array was attacked, and when the enemy calmly broke through the defenses, he was ready to die. The person who came was already close, and his gaze was just swept away, and his body instantly froze, stiff as a dead thing.

"Ah!!h He shouted in his heart, and the fierce inner fluctuations constantly stimulated his body, but he still couldn't move, his right hand was already bruised, and the magic power of rolling under the flesh was faintly visible, but he couldn't even pull out the simplest knife.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

A vague cough came from behind Vuitton, the only old man sitting upright in the study.

"Poof!"

Vuitton's knife was pulled out in half, revealing a cold cold light, obviously not ordinary. Finally, Vuitton regained his mobility, and at this time, cold sweat soaked his back, and he was trying his best to restrain the tremors of his body, and quickly combed the turbulence of magic in his body. It was the old patriarch himself who made a move just now to get him out of the terrifying coercion of the other party, but he was terrifying at a glance, this was by no means an enemy he could resist.

At first glance, he couldn't control his strength, and the long knife was instantly unsheathed, but only half of it was out. Instead, he fell into an embarrassing situation, there was no point in drawing the knife, and it was too late to collect the knife and draw the knife. He was the strongest in the area, and as far as he knew, there were only nine guards in the place, including him, a four-member Shadow Guard, and a squad that he personally commanded, and he was the strongest of the group. Although they each have their own means, but against this person, the best situation may only be able to drag on for a while, two seconds or three seconds? His heart had sunk to the bottom, and all the wavering of his own strength had turned into anger, and his resentment towards the inaction on the periphery had reached the extreme.

"Stand down." I don't know if it's an illusion, Vuitton heard endless tiredness from the old patriarch's voice, and suddenly a sour feeling hit his heart, and he couldn't suppress it. He turned around, completely exposing his back to the eyes of the enemy, something that would never have happened before. But he only wanted to do this at this time, so he fell to one knee and paused for three full seconds, then stood up, straightened his back, and walked steadily past his enemy, seeing him as nothing. With him leaving, the other two teams quietly retreated, leaving only two people in the study.

"Coming?"

"Here we are."

Meaningless greetings, like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, greet each other calmly.