The pale complex resembles a church organ, gray sculptures, walls that shed tears in history, and a secret meeting between two families under a gray blue sky.

Flione waited with the family representatives for a long time, forgiving him for being harsh, he really didn't like the late arrival of the party.

"Where's Roman?" Frion whispered that it was none other than his eldest brother who was beside Frion.

"He's not here in the afternoon, as he should." There is a definite description of the Buda family - a group of bold and careful people.

The seemingly calm Frione should be the most cautious man in the family, but he is a daring gambler, the craziest gambler in Modu.

"What should be, he must not be at home." As soon as Frieon heard that Roman might still be at home, he couldn't help but raise his voice to the people around him. Frieon's raised volume didn't affect the mood of the people around him.

The people in the Sage's Tower preferred to call him that - polite Robelk.

"You know, as long as Roman wants to show up, no one can stop him." Robelk told his brother that he was not much older than Flieon, but he was a really gentle man, and he was very calm compared to Flion's anger.

"Now that he's lawless, you're responsible. I'll tell you, Robelk. "If it were according to Roman's character, as he did when he first mentioned Jonanstine, Roman would have gone to great lengths to disrupt the meeting, because Roman didn't like the Babel family at all.

It sounds ridiculous, but it can happen.

"You should have some energy to deal with this old woman who is over half a hundred years old, I don't think she was so happy to go to the appointment when she received our invitation." Robelk laughed, and the smile of the young and handsome man was like a hearty summer breeze.

Compared to his younger brother, who troubled the whole family, Robelk didn't think the old woman was friendly.

"It's really not an ordinary tea talk, but the direct spiritual mages of the Babel family are indeed rare. It is because of the special spell faction that the Babel family can still exist even if it is separated from the central axis. Flieon stroked his goatee, a gesture that seemed to subconsciously occur as he pondered.

Speaking of this old woman, Robelk and Flieone reached a consensus in their hearts.

"Why, is a spiritual mage tempting?" Robelk asked, in fact, he knew it all too well - quite tempting.

Every family has its own specialty, but the Babel family family has a special position in history, because the only family that is good at spiritual spells is the Babel family.

"That's inevitable, whether it's a hunter or a mage spirit, it's very rare, not to mention that these special people are monopolized by great power." At this point, Flieon's hand was lowered

"It's long overdue." Robelk looked up and saw in the distance, several unfamiliar curtains moving towards the place under the guidance of the servants.

"The etiquette of the House of Babel is very cumbersome, and you should be cautious when dealing with your daughters. That's why I must not see Roman today. Frieon motioned for Robelk to lead the family representatives across the stairs to meet the guests from afar.

Robelk's gaze looked beyond Flieon's back to the astonishing curtains that were so cumbersome and extravagant that the House of Babel looked as stubborn as a product of the past.

"May I ask a question, why the Tower of Babel. It's not just the Tower of Babel that has fading ties with Riga. "From the beginning of Robelk's complete memory, he always had his brother's back in front of him.

Frieon shoulders the burden of the family, his back has never bent in the slightest, and in the blink of an eye, he has supported the family straight and straight for so many years, Robelk, as the elder in the family, understands the difficulties on the shoulders of the eldest brother more than the immature mind of the younger brother Roman.

Sometimes there is only one pair of hands that hold power, but there is no one hand that holds power, and Robelk's hand is the hand that supports Flieon to wield the power of the family.

"It's not wise to fight alone, but two fists are no match for four hands." Frion made a stop gesture, and the curtain of the Tower of Babel drew closer. The Buda family's antagonistic Yan Zhiruijia is not enough to describe with lush branches and leaves, it is a tree with deep roots.

"I'll create opportunities for you to be alone, and I'm sure you're an expert at dealing with these issues." Watching the curtain sway step by step, although everyone came to gather in a hurry, but the two families didn't know each other's intentions.

"Are marriages all unfortunate, sometimes I wonder." Robelk asked, and at this moment, the picture of the marriage of the old family of the Buflion family and the Sage Tower was close in front of him, and the ten years flew by in Robelk's eyes.

"It's my misfortune to meet that woman, but you're different, Robelk, and you won't repeat my sore spots." Flieon watched the curtain stop, if Flion's marriage was when the Buda family needed help the most, then by the time Robelk the family was already strong.

Flion has survived the darkest period of his family.

"Sometimes, I also longed for a happy marriage...... Free. Robelk muttered, smiling doesn't mean he's happy. Frieon, who is the patriarch of the family, cannot have selfish happiness, and there is no better choice for Robelk, who is not as qualified as his brother in the family.

"Happiness is self-created, longing is never happiness, remember." Flione raised his hand and motioned for the family representative to salute.

As the patriarch, he doesn't need to salute outsiders, that's the status.

The curtain was raised, and Honansteen helped his mother out of it. Seeing Frion Jonanstine's subconscious nervousness, his hand unconsciously grasped his mother's arm.

"Too nervous, my child." Honansteen watched her mother stand up straight, and she gently raised her hand to signal him not to continue to hold her.

"We came from afar, won't your family invite us in to rest?"

Fleon looked at the old thing in front of him, who was over half a hundred years old and had a rotten breath on his body, and made a gesture of please.

"Then go in and talk about the family." He said coldly, as a high-ranking family, he naturally had to be a little arrogant, just like the family that greeted him back then.

Honanstine...... Honanstin ...... "In the huge and solemn complex of buildings, Honanstin has already felt his own insignificance, and the condescending building with a cold look does make him feel a lot of deterrence.

It took him several shouts before Honanstin woke up from the oppression of the outside world, and it had been some time since his mother had refused to give him support.

"What's wrong?" Jonanstin crept up to the unopened curtain, where he heard his sister calling out to him.

"Do you know who my future husband is?" The girl must stay in a tent that is invisible to outsiders, especially at special times.

The confused expression on Jonanstine's face froze, he was only shocked and stunned, the family letter did not mention marriage. It was like a dull hammer, and suddenly lightning and thunder thundered in his ears. He had thought that this was just a special meeting, and he never thought that his sister would be a candidate for family marriage!

"They're going to let you do that!" What is marriage, and the interpretation of marriage is exchange, maintenance and consolidation. Riem quickly grabbed his brother's hand and tried to calm him down.

"I don't have a high level of spiritual spell attainment...... Isn't it. Jonanstin squeezed his sister's hand very hard, he and Reim were twins, their souls were glued, and now the voice in his head told him that his sister would soon be ruthlessly severed by the family.

He was the last to hear the news.

"There are so many girls in the family... My sister has so many ......" Jonanstine's voice began to appear as the vocal cords began to tremble unusually because of the ups and downs of emotion.

"But I'm the most suitable, after all, we are their legal children." Feeling that Raid Rim squeezed his hand back, he and Raid Rim were children born to a mother and an orthodox father, and they were directly related.

"Are you ready?" Honansteen followed the group, as if walking a long thorny road, and he felt his weakness to speak.

"Get ready, don't be sad." Reim's tone was lighthearted, as if he was saying something pleasant.

"No, they're a bunch of crazy people desperate to climb up......" Honansdin felt the corners of his eyes ach and his throat plugged with cotton. He studied in the same colorless tower as Roman, and he knew the family too well.

"Mother said, as long as you are well, I will be treated preferentially......" Raid heard Honansdine's voice whimper, and his heart felt as if he had been grabbed and pinched hard.

"Okay? That woman has a good plan!" Jonanstine suddenly woke up from his slump, and what he said about his mother was threatening him - that woman was simply using Raid Rim to control him, and after many years, this woman not only did not develop a mother-son relationship with their brother and sister, but learned to use her other half of her soul to pinch him!

"She never loved us, Honanstine." Rem held Jonanstine's hand, the twins shared a soul, so the twins would never centrifuge.

From the time she was sensible, she had a faint feeling that only Honan Stine cared about her life or death, even if Honan Stin was far away in Mordu. They are simply the product of tragedy in marriage.

Psychic Mage:

The rare existence of a special faction can do kung fu in the invisible spirit and kill people in the invisible. Because it is too rare, there is a family monopoly, and there are only two families in the Eastern Guild Terror Bird Storm Plains Babel Tower.