Stanley glanced at the manor in front of him, which was walled with thick bluestone and was as strong as a castle, and nodded slightly, a little thoughtful in his eyes.

Even the slums of the sinful slums are not without wealthy merchants, and in fact the wealth produced by this sinful land is not inferior to that of several other urban districts every year.

It's just that most people have a life to earn money and a life to spend on it.

When a group of guards dressed in dwarven armor saw Stanley and the guide, they immediately opened the door of the manor, which had been doused with molten iron, and invited them in.

"Good night, Nathan-sama, welcome"

The guide nodded, did not speak, and after a slight gesture, the two guards next to him immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

Stanley watched in silence, his eyes in the shadows as sharp as falcons.

The expansive manor house resembles a palace, in stark contrast to the dilapidated slums outside.

Rare underground plants, magic fountains spraying water, angel statues of elven crafts, and all kinds of extravagant buildings can be seen everywhere.

Compared to the outside, this place is like a kingdom of gods who are close and peaceful, but no one can imagine that this place will be on the same land as the sinful city outside.

A short time later, Stanley followed the guide to the main hall.

The two guards pushed open the door to the main hall carved with angel reliefs, and then turned to leave.

Stanley followed the guide into the house, and the guide turned and retreated into the corner the moment he entered the house, where he was not yet qualified to exist.

A lavish hall illuminated by magic lamps appeared in front of Stanley, and his face hidden in shadow under his cloak was faintly visible.

In his early forties, a standard Nolan face, hooked nose, blue eyes, and freckles on his face,

A long scar in the middle gave his face an indescribable horror.

But the most striking thing is the coldness in those blue eyes, like a poisonous snake that could launch a deadly attack at any time.

A dozen or so figures in the room turned their heads to look at him, some of them revealing their true faces, and some of them were mysterious people hiding under their cloaks.

Stanley's eyes narrowed slightly, it wasn't the first time he had come to this kind of banquet, but it was the first time he had come since he reached level 15.

In the past, these seemingly ordinary participants, but the aura exuded at this time made him feel frightened.

Aside from a few normal humans, the one on the left with eight arms on his body and the lower half of his body is a snake that poses the greatest threat to him.

Abyssal Creature, Eight-Armed Serpent Demon, Level 16. This abyssal creature is extremely powerful, and even if you become a level 15 Stanley, you will never want to become an enemy with the other party.

The eight-armed snake demon saw Stanley's gaze, his slender green eyes narrowed slightly, and the long snake letter spat out, and the corners of his mouth hung a cold arc.

Stanley quickly withdrew his gaze and moved him to the side.

The pale mage next to the eight-armed snake demon who exuded the aura of decay and death also made his brow furrow.

Necromancer, level 14.

Although the level did not reach level 15, this extremely evil existence gave him no less threat than the level 16 eight-armed snake demon.

In addition, the aura of several people who did not show their true faces also made him feel frightened.

It wasn't until he stepped into level 15 that he discovered the horrors in the shadow of Greentown.

The largest city in the south is not as simple as it seems.

And the sinful land of the Southern District is not so easy to see through on the surface.

"Good night, Lord Stanley"

An old man in his early sixties, sitting on the throne, with gray hair and a black tuxedo, politely bowed to Stanley.

"Good night, Viscount Bernard, it's an honor to be a guest at your mansion."

Stanley returned the salute with enough respect.

This is the owner of this manor, Viscount Bernard, no one knows what the old man's last name is, but everyone calls it that.

As for Viscount Bernard's strength, being able to sit on the throne in so many terrifying existences is enough to explain everything.

Stanley turned around and took off his cloak.

Suddenly, his face clearly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the room.

The high hooked nose, the narrow cheeks, the scar that fell from the forehead, and the gloomy eyes made people feel creepy and hideous.

However, none of the people present were simple teenagers, and there was no change in their faces.

Viscount Bernard smiled at everyone, full of aristocratic demeanor, and spoke loudly.

"The people of the Evening Bell Church have arrived, then, this meeting of the Dark Covenant has officially begun"

Covenant of Darkness, if Li De heard the news, his eyes would definitely be wide-eyed.

Because, Amy's attribute page has a vice president attribute of the Dark Covenant, but he hasn't paid attention to it.

"As you wish,"

"Viscount Bernard, please get started"

The crowd's whispered discussions quickly fell silent.

"This time, what we discussed was that the Scarlet Mage Tower......" Hearing the name, the eight-armed snake demon was a little interested, and his eyes shifted from Stanley's direction to Viscount Bernard.

"The Scarlet Mage Tower has sold a large number of scrolls during this time, according to my statistics, the number has exceeded 10,000, and the other party has also reached a cooperation agreement with the five large chambers of commerce in Green City, and will provide them with more magic scrolls in the future.

And the Scarlet Mage Tower has been producing magic scrolls for less than half a year, and it is absolutely impossible to achieve this kind of production efficiency with the foundation of this mage tower.

Not even if you add the White Tower, where Spark, the archmage, sits.

So I suspect that the other party got the twelve magic scrolls. ”

Viscount Bernard's words shocked everyone.

"Twelve Magic Scrolls?!! Isn't this the legendary magic supreme artifact? ”

A hidden figure with a bit of surprise.

"Legend has it that there are a total of twelve magic scrolls, which are supreme artifacts made by the creator god himself, and each scroll has infinite power, how can the Scarlet Mage Tower have such an artifact?"

There was a lot of interest in the necromancer's eyes, and magic was what he was really interested in.

A look of incomprehension flashed in Viscount Bernard's eyes.

"The twilight of the gods is coming, and the great evil god will once again become the master of this world, and it is no accident that the artifact was born.

It can produce tens of millions of magic scrolls in a short period of time, and there is nothing but the power of the artifact. ”

The tone is categorical.

"We're going to get the artifact, no matter what it takes!"

"But the Scarlet Mage Tower is protected by the White Tower, and this is Grimm City, as long as that transcendent mage exists, no one can destroy Grimm City......"

The eight-armed snake demon's voice carried a cold voice that made people's hairs stand on end.

In this city, he was the only one who had become an extraordinary and powerful being more than a hundred years ago who terrified him.

No one knows the power of the transcendent better than he does, no!

"I've already thought of a way to deal with the extraordinary," Viscount Bernard said with a strong sense of certainty.

Although the transcendent is almost invincible, it does not necessarily need to be resisted.

"But what if the Crimson Mage Tower isn't an artifact?" Stanley couldn't help asking, "If they have another way, will we be taking such a big risk in vain?" ”

"Not an artifact?

Lord Stanley, it is enough to get the method of producing magic scrolls on a large scale.

Do you think that producing hundreds or thousands of magic scrolls a day will yield less benefit than a single artifact? ”

Viscount Bernard's tone was filled with great confidence, and even the most powerful pro needed enough Kimpuk to buy what he wanted.

The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then everyone had a thick greed in their eyes.

Magic scrolls represent wealth and power, and if they can get the method of mass production of magic scrolls, then their power will expand extremely quickly.

No one can resist the temptation.

In the midst of silence, a dark meeting is underway against the Crimson Mage Tower.

There are loyal believers in evil gods, leaders of underground forces, necromancers hidden in the dark, and evil alien races.

Everything is heading in the unknown.