The feast is still going on.

It seemed that the place was very good, the atmosphere was harmonious and warm, but it was only a temporary phenomenon, and soon, a middle-aged man's voice sounded here.

"Alright, be quiet, be quiet. The middle-aged man said, he was wearing a silver robe, his face was stiff, full of indifference, and the breath on his body was suffocating, and there was an indescribable strange feeling. This middle-aged man is a warlock of the Eye of Bermus, a personal descendant of Locke, and has an extraordinary status in the Eye of Bermus.

Many people present knew the identity of this middle-aged man, and gradually, it was quiet.

Everyone quietly looked at the middle-aged man and listened to him.

"I'm glad you're here with our Bermus Eye, and this time, our Bermus Eye is here to elect the Ombudsman of District 11. Saying that, the middle-aged man paused slightly, and then continued, "After all, the previous Inspector is dead, and we can't keep the election and let the position of the prosecutor be vacant, what does this mean for the last Supervisor, everyone, you say, right?"

A soft laugh rang out all around, and the wizards and warlocks around echoed the middle-aged man's words.

On the other hand, Ms. Flaney, who was sitting in the seat, suddenly turned a little ugly.

"Alright, let's get down to business. The middle-aged man continued, "This time we want to elect the Inspector, according to the original method, we are going to fight, but the battle is dangerous, if there are any casualties, it is the damage of our wizard world, this is weakening the power of our wizard world, so that those demons in the abyss can take advantage of it invisibly." ”

"So, I'm proposing to do a selection of people we agree with, and then let them fight and fight less, guys, what do you think?"

The middle-aged man's voice was clear, slowly echoing around him.

"Okay, I support. ”

"That's a good idea. ”

"I support Locke of the Eye of Bermus at the helm!"

"I also support Locke at the helm of ......"

As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, some voices immediately sounded around him, and soon, there were more and more people supporting Locke, and it didn't take long for the place to become a bustle.

Quiet, there are only a few wizarding and warlock organizations and a few powerful wizarding and warlocks.

At this time, the faces of the leaders of the Wizard Warlock Organization were ugly.

Ms. Flaney's face was also not very good.

Although when she watched it before, she knew from many aspects that Locke of the Eye of Bermus had received a lot of support, but this was no longer secret, but directly made public to make a statement.

It's really not very good.

Freni sighed inwardly.

Her smooth and slender fingers swiped, and her palm subconsciously flipped over, and you could see that on the back of her hand, there was a silver witchcraft mark that emerged.

This is the mark that Morin left on Flanenie, when Morin was separated from Lady Flanenie, he left this mark on the back of her hand, this mark was carefully designed by Morin, it can send out a powerful blow from Morin, and it can also carry out an extremely strong defense, and the entire mark can be used three times, it all depends on how Fleni uses it.

Feeling the faint witchcraft mark on the back of her hand, Ms. Freni felt a little relieved.

"It's nice that so many people have supported my mentor to be in charge. The middle-aged man with the hand of the silver soul smiled slightly, he tilted his head slightly, as if he had just discovered something different, and said, "Oh, I didn't expect that there are still people who don't support my mentor." ”

"You ...... Do you want to fight my mentor, a powerful fifth-level spirit ring existence, and be my Eye of Bermus?"

The middle-aged man had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, it was all cold.

There was silence all around.

In an instant, everyone else turned their heads to see that there were no such people.

The faces of the other leaders of the wizarding and warlock organization turned even more ugly.

"Do you want to do it?" the middle-aged warlock from the Eye of Bermus walked over slowly, and he said slowly, his voice unhurried.

Behind the middle-aged man, some other figures gradually appeared, they were also warlocks of the Eye of Bermus, and their strength was also extremely powerful.

Many warlocks of the Eye of Bermus walked slowly together, and the momentum formed was extremely terrifying, like an invisible storm, directly pressing on everyone's hearts.

Everyone's hearts are not at peace.

"No, we don't want to, we don't want to. The leaders of the wizarding and warlock organization were all frightened, and a few of the slightly weaker leaders finally couldn't hold on, and they had unconcealed fear and panic in their eyes, and they began to tremble incessantly. They have relented.

On the other side, there were a few fifth-level spirit rings who had come alone, they had been sitting quietly, wanting to come over and compete for the position of District 11 Supervisor, but now, they felt that something was wrong.

Damn it.

That's not right.

Especially those Bermus warlocks who walked over slowly, and the momentum on their bodies gradually connected together, forming terrifying fluctuations like the Han Sea, bringing a strong sense of oppression to those warlocks.

It's very impressive.

In addition, Locke, the leader of the Eye of Bermus, was still sitting in his chair and did not make a move.

"We give up...... Abandoned ......"

"We also support Locke of the Eye of Bermus as Ombudsman of the 11th District. ”

Those fifth-level spirit rings sighed in their hearts, and then they also started to say this.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, and he turned his head to look to the side.

Those who have not yet agreed to explicitly support Locke are only a few wizarding organizations such as the Gintama's Hand.

"Why, if you don't agree, do you have any other ideas?" The middle-aged man paced over slowly, and his face showed a nonchalant smile, although it was a smile, it was very cold, very cold.

"We ...... We just felt ......"

"Okay, we promise, we promise, I promise to support Locke to take charge and become the Ombudsman!"

An old man with a short body, white hair and eyebrows, and a very shrewd and cunning look still wanted to say something at this time, he was a little anxious, and he couldn't say anything, but after seeing the middle-aged man's eyes, his body trembled, and he hurriedly spoke.

The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction.

It's good, almost everyone is supporting his mentor Locke, it's really good.

The middle-aged man thought, feeling a little happy in his heart.

He couldn't help but be happy.

Oh no, there's an organization of wizards and warlocks.

"Dear Lady Flaney, I don't know, do you have the support to make my mentor Locke the new Ombudsman of District Eleventh?" the middle-aged man's voice sounded, his voice smiling rather than smiling, with an indescribable strangeness.

As the middle-aged man's voice sounded, in an instant, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look over.

All kinds of different eyes, all kinds of incomprehensible eyes, at this time, fell on Ms. Flaney in front of her one by one.

Moment.

Flanei was immediately the center of everyone's attention.