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It's rare for something like this to happen in Bablair – and it's rare for the entire Stuttgarish region of the Dark World to happen. This is a piece of news that has a huge impact, and it has already shaken the entire organization of the Underground Kingdom before it can be spread by the intelligence traffickers. Except for those scattered self-employed people, all the power groups with certain connections and connections basically got the same information that made them jump from their chairs at the same time, in no particular order.

Albert, one of the rulers of the Kingdom of Darkness in Stuttgar, the "Duke of Blood" among the five uncrowned kings of the Twelve Empty Thrones today, is coming to Barblair.

And it's said to be very fast, very fast, and it's coming soon.

Every small step the giant takes causes an invisible storm where he can't see. Most of the people in Bablore didn't know why this big player, who wasn't at the same level as them, suddenly came to this small place, and didn't know what he was here for. Albert himself did not say anything else, except that after the news was announced, it was as if nothing had happened and he fell into silence, saying neither where he would go to Bablore, nor how he would go.

After receiving the news, Donfrey locked himself in his office without saying a word and frowning, and no sound came from for five minutes. He smoked all the time.

Standing behind the spotless floor-to-ceiling glass, Donfried held a half-lit cigar between his fingers, and one arm was clasped to his chest, as if he was looking at the snow outside, but if you looked closely, you would find that his eyes were closed, and his lips kept moving slightly, as if he was silently reading something in his heart. He was thinking about something.

"Duke of Blood...... Albert ......"

"Hmph, come here at this time, it's just lice on the bald head, what the hell is the reason for it."

"Safatina said that she had a way to end Barblair's war today, and since the morning she has sent her most capable men out to operate on two fronts, one light and one dark, and then the Duke of Blood has released the news at this time that it is coming, and it would be too coincidental to say that it was a coincidence."

"There are no coincidences in this side of the world. This was calculated by Shafatina a long time ago. ”

"Calculated ...... Or is it planned? ”

"Did she take advantage of this because she knew that the Duke of Blood was coming to Barblair, or did she invite him here temporarily?"

"If she had known the whereabouts of the Blood Duke, how did she know? If she had invited him over temporarily, how did she use to get such a big man to deign to come and get involved in this little in this little place? ”

"'I'm going to give this war a reason why it has to end.'...... Is that what it means? ”

Putting the cigar back into his mouth, Don Free's eyes opened, his hands in his trouser pockets, and he looked out the window at the snow, at the city's plain silver, his slightly cloudy eyes hidden behind the hazy smoke.

His tongue licked unconsciously in his mouth. The cigarette holder of the cigar allowed that little bit of scorching heat to irritate the softest parts of his body. This is a manifestation of his deep thinking.

Then, suddenly he thought of something, quickly turned back to his desk, took out a metallic, simple-shaped headphone from the drawer, and stuffed it into his ear.

He listened intently with his eyes closed for a moment, then raised an eyebrow sharply.

"Sure enough!" Don Frieh slammed his fist on the table in excitement and gritted his teeth, "Implying the same thing, both openly and secretly...... That package is the real thing!

"It's the reason why this war has to end!

"It's the key to making the Blood Duke interested in the affairs of Bablair!"

Donfrie, who felt that he had figured everything out, immediately took out his mobile phone, but before he could dial anyone, as soon as he got it in his hand, the mobile phone vibrated first.

Tangfrie froze slightly, looked at the unsigned number on it, and twisted his mouth silently, but he still put it to his ear very neatly.

"Which one?"

“…… Mr. Don Free. ”

Nice, but some naturally low girlish voices came into his ears, and Donfrie's expression suddenly changed slightly.

The corners ......of Donfrey's mouth pulled back, and Donfrie's huge body slowly sat back in his big chair, the smile on his face had never been so gentle as it was now, "It's okay to call me Donfrey, but Mr. would never dare to be." ”

"You are an old friend of my father, and I have always been a junior in front of you, and it is not an exaggeration to call you sir. I should have called you uncle. ”

"It's a pleasure to hear you say that." Don Frie seemed to have no choice but to reluctantly accept Safatina's politeness, leaning back in his chair, "Okay, you can do whatever you like." It's a free world. ”

“…… It's a free world. Safatina seemed to chuckle softly, "But it's also full of stupidity. ”

"Those who agree cannot agree anymore."

"Stupidity is not a fault, but an innate sin. For people like you and me, we are born with a responsibility to redeem others, an inherent responsibility to take on the role of guidance. ”

"I don't think we're doing very well." Don Frie sighed, his eyes motionless and expressionless.

"And now, it's time to make amends." Safatina's voice was calm and leisurely, "I think it's time for us to meet and sit down and talk." ”

"Meet?" Tang Free's spirit suddenly condensed, and he unconsciously sat up a few straighter, and put one hand on the office table.

"Don't you think this farce has dragged on long enough?"

"It's been long enough...... Donfrey squinted his eyes and tapped his fingers on the table, "So, time, place?" ”

He already had a guess in his mind.

"I think you've got a guess in your mind." Safatina's voice was a little slower, like a soft wave on the sea, "One o'clock in the afternoon, El Dorado." ”

Really! Don Frey cursed in his heart, and then grinned the corners of his mouth with his teeth together.

"It's just us," he asked, smiling meaningfully, inexplicably, "or is 'the other' coming?" ”

In the face of his temptation, Safatina just smiled lightly again. "Who knows...... Don't you have a guess in your heart? ”

“……”

"Looking forward to our lunch, Mr. Don Free." Safatina finally said politely and calmly, "Please don't be late. With that, she unilaterally ended the communication.

Donfrie's face became uncontrollably gloomy, his body maintained its original posture and paused motionless for a long time, and finally suddenly slapped the phone uncontrollably on the desk, making a loud noise.

After a violent gasp, he slowly calmed down, his eyes gloomy and sharp staring at the fragments of the mobile phone on the table, the small pile of transparent crystals like glass, and suddenly let out a low sneer.

"Do you think you've got the win, little girl? Don't get carried away......"

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As for food, Shia has no particular desires, just like her attitude towards many, indeed most things in the world, not a special liking, nor a special dislike, just like a quiet bystander, whatever you want.

If it weren't for the need for her body's energy consumption, she would never have thought about eating. But that doesn't mean she's in favor of wasting food.

Any little bit of energy is precious, and it can have an unimaginable effect when it is critical.

Every bit of energy wasted must have a sufficient reason.

Reasons to be able to be satisfied.

"So, does anyone want to explain it to me?"

“……”

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“……”

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"No one?"

“……”

"Okay. Then don't waste time. ”

The long dark purple and almost black hair has a magical beauty against the white coat, and the woman's body has an inexplicable sense of oppression and strength.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Tapyron watched as his back disappeared behind the hard iron door of the basement, along with the figures he knew and didn't recognize. After a while, there was a faint and distorted scream from inside. It was not for one person, but for a group of people at the same time, almost breaking down.

"What the hell is she doing to them?" I couldn't help but think about it, but Tabilon quickly gave up thinking.

In the more than a day since he arrived at this clinic, under the care of the female doctor named Shilo, the speed and extent of the gunshot wound healed him was incredible, and he had never met a better surgeon than this woman. She is almost like she has felt every inch of muscle and every bone of the human body, as if even if she is torn to pieces, she can restore it back little by little.

And he had never heard of this person before - after learning that it was the detective Ed who introduced him here, he sensed that these two people might not be simple at the same time. And he felt that way even more now.

He had warned the doctor, vaguely mentioning his identity and the troubles he might cause her. But she was completely unmoved, as if she didn't understand at all, and just looked at him with an engraved gaze.

Then he understood and said nothing more. He knew that kind of look, and he knew it very deeply.

And now, he knows a little deeper.