Westerners, tall, rich, good at numbers games, and a little bit ruthless.

At least the Buda family, who were born in Sindari City, and the three-legged goat, the lord of the Iron Sand Continent, are both recognized as ruthless characters in the Sage Tower.

The Buda family is a family of three sages, and the triangular power support frame of the sages composed of his two younger brothers with Flion as the core has laid the foundation of the Buda family.

It was rare for all three of them to be in attendance.

As the men walked in, Team Leader Zelli saw the hunter representatives of the Western Guild right behind them.

It was a woman, whom Patriarch Zeri knew but was not very familiar with.

The three-legged goat "semi-destroyed" Sdaqi, whose biological mother is an Oriental father with Leonard blood.

Her hair is fiery red, but she has only partially inherited her paternal signs, and her eyes are oriental amber, also known as cat's eyes.

Stagi is a Changeling Hunter with ten different abilities, second only to the Three-Legged Goat's leader Barcellus, and is affectionately known as "Semi-Sabotage" due to the fact that some of her abilities have the qualities of a Destructive Hunter.

Now she is seated with the Buda family, which largely confirms the rumors that the Buda family does not shy away from the world and allied with the hunters.

……

Flion's goatee has always been only a handful, and although the hair on the human face is the fastest growing in the whole body, after all, the goatee is only a physical feature of the western region.

It's a decorative look, and it's up to point.

Mira saw Frion sit down and smoke a cigarette without even bothering to lift her eyes, but his brother glanced at her.

Mira sat across from the long table, like a pin mat, with her head down.

The seat next to Mira had been empty, as if the Zelli family had deliberately left a seat open for someone who wasn't there.

The core figures of both families were present, and it was a public execution of Mira at the execution of her own family.

"Shambhala is here."

Hearing someone in the family whispering to her father, she jerked her head and saw the mage with a feather embroidered on his face-covered robe enter the room.

"Why did you invite Shambhala! It's just a trifle between the two families......"

The Zelli family ignored her questioning.

Master Shambhala was seated, and the people of the Zieli family still did not intend to start.

Just as Frieon was quietly smoking, and Mira was in a mess of mush, Staki suddenly spoke.

"I smell my kind"

Stagi is a silent person, and unlike Siinz's professional reticence, Staki's vocal cords are defective and she cannot speak without wearing artificial vocal cords.

After all, the vocal cords are artificial, and they are completely incomparable to the original human vocal cords, and Si Daqi speaks without emotion.

"He's coming"

Staki looked at the door, her words supposed to be the most eye-catching presence on the field, and Frione looked up thoughtfully at the doorway that had been open.

The Zelli family has a backhand, and the place next door to Mira has always been vacant.

Outside of normal hearing, Staki hears a special boot sound, which is heavier than the normal sound of boots, as if to increase her grip.

It's the sound of boot spikes.

"It's Northern"

Staki glanced at Flion.

"We didn't know beforehand."

Frione took the stem off and swallowed the cigarette, and Stage turned her head to show her doubts.

Stiqi sensed something unusual.

"It's not an ordinary conversation today, is it, the titular father of marriage."

Frione sneered and knocked the ash in his cigarette stick, and Zelli came prepared to contact the inexplicable letter.

"Believe it or not, it's a simple interview, and it couldn't be simpler."

Mira saw her father clasp his hands crossed, leaning over the table with his elbows in support of the table, a sign of victory, Patriarch Zelli said leisurely.

Outside, the sound of boots sounded from far and near, as if something was stomping on the ground, and it was like it was going to crush the floor.

The smell of the Yankees is getting stronger.

Stagi grinded her teeth, she hoped her nose had deceived her, she really didn't wish it was the man sitting across from her today.

Balkan Master.

The footsteps approached, and all eyes were on the people entering the room.

Bright guys.

Sdaki's cervical vertebrae began to rapidly extend upwards into the tree-like structure, and her ten abilities began to emerge rapidly on the tree-like structure after she confirmed that the person was the Balkan.

"It's a big show for me."

The Balkans drove straight in, and when she heard the voice of the Balkans, Mira shook unconsciously.

Seeing the smiling Balkan walk in, the corners of Staqi's mouth twitched slightly.

"Nature is about welcoming the unusual."

The tree-like structure that connected Staqi's cervical vertebrae began to flow like flowing water, as if to match what she said.

"I've always thought it would be more appropriate for Siinz to stay here, so that the abilities of both sides can be more matched."

Balkan walked in, and he smelled the witches of the West gathered in the room.

Balkan walked over to the seat next to Mira and sat down, his legs folded on the table, and Staki could see the three nails in the toes of his boots.

"You think too highly of yourself, you are not a young master in the west."

Staki held her cheek with her own hand, she knew that the Balkans had always considered themselves a candidate for president, but after all, he was self-appointed, and Sdaki did not recognize him.

The one who is equal to the ability of the West Priest and the guild status has always been a candidate for the president of the paradise.

It is a great shame for the Balkans, who are destructive hunters, to be sarcastically mocked by Staqi, who is a change-type hunter, that their abilities will be easier to compete with.

"Cousin, I advise you to stay in your west."

Balkan's expression darkened as he heard the meaning of Staki's words, his fists clenched, his joints crackling.

"Haven't you climbed into his bed to curry favor with the future president in advance? I'm guessing, no offense. ”

But soon, Hanan regained her strength, and Sidaqi couldn't be hurt by the Balkans, she raised an eyebrow and nodded her head to her cousin, she heard clearly.

In this way, her ears are calloused, and perhaps the price of beauty is to criticize her ability.

"You're really a thing that can't be put on the table, I'm really more than enough for you, as the saying goes, you use a knife to kill chickens."

She spread her hands, compared to Siint, the Balkans are just a man who is physically and mentally inferior, why should she be angry.

Men who attack women are the most degraded.

"It's so hot in here, I'm afraid I won't be able to control my temper."

Balkan clenched the crown of his teeth, and it was clear that he was easily angered, especially when the outside world was disrespectful and humiliating to him.

He began to be nervous.

"Why control, I remember that you are also a forward-looking person? Let me see how you've grown lately. ”

Staki's flat tone and her mocking smile sent the room to a deep sense of anxiety as the conversation between Balkan and Stagi plunged the room into a deep sense of anxiety.

Dialogue between hunters, the Sage Tower will hardly step in.

The golden light began to flow faster than the tree-like web connecting his cervical vertebrae to his head, and Balkan felt the anger that was about to ignite his heart burn uncontrollably.

Hanan stomped the table with her foot, and Mira was already frightened away by the white-hot malice of the two.

The Balkan ability is not as beautifully constructed as the Stagich's ability open, and the entire room seems to be forcibly compressed in half when the Balkan ability is opened.

A strong pressure began to squeeze everyone in the room, and even Frio felt a feeling of squeezing his heart for a moment.

Frieon noticed a flash of white light from one of the plates connected to the tree-like structure of Stagi, and then the subcutaneous bleeding of Staki's watch, which had been supporting her cheek, and the bruises of her veins erupted.

Originally, it was a pair of slender hands with just the right muscle texture, but now it seemed to be a lesion, and her hands were tinged with a strange purple red under the skin, and the bloody tendons were bursting and the muscles were drawn.

Staki's ability is called "Lucky Key", and now this state of her arm is a form of "Lucky Key" called "Red Boots".

The girl dancing in the red shoes will finally be enchanted and dance non-stop, until her feet are bleeding from exhaustion, and there is no other way to stop her than to cut off her feet.

The torso of Staki's body strengthened by the "Red Boots" will increase the muscle density again in a short period of time, thus greatly increasing the strength, speed, and resistance to attack.

With both abilities activated, the essence of what Staki and the Balkans represent is the two guilds behind them, and then they seem to represent their allies, the Buda and Zelli families.

The Balkans sit next to Mira, who has been defaulted to by the likes of Frion and Staki as "the other side has made an alliance".

"Everybody say a word, you're here for everyday conversation."

Two powerful hunters' guilds, two of the Ten Inglese families, and Shambhala, a neutral party.

In the chaotic power field, someone needs to mediate after all, and Shambhala, a department that has nothing to do with itself, is the most suitable.

"Every time you come out for notarization, you are always bored with a war of words, Qi!"

Khorkina stood up and picked up her staff of the Three-Headed Serpent.

"Hurry up and get to the end of my sentence, I'm going home too, and enjoy the time of family reunion, hell."

The three-headed staff made a "whine" sound, and the sound in this already oppressive space began to spread continuously.

"It seems like we're taking over."

Forced to form, the Balkans pulled back the ability, and Shambhala's intervention seemed to snuff out the gunpowder that was about to burn to the end.

The feeling of pressure squeezing was gradually disappearing, and the blood on Sdaqi's arm receded, but she still held her cheeks.

"Cut ......"

Khorkina snorted and sat down with her staff.

"Let's get down to business, we've wasted a lot of time, and every Maison's time is precious."

Frione had been watching the crowd's expressions, and he just didn't quite understand how his wife had appeared in this place, and that her appearance was quite inopportune.

Flione spoke, and though he said this, he was tactfully expressing his impatience, which he felt was a waste of time.

"Don't you think you should say something, Mira?"

Mira felt dizzy in her chest just now because of the weight released from Balkan's body, and just as she lowered her head to take a break, her father slammed her desk.

She looked up blankly, knowing that everyone was looking at her except her husband.

They're a couple who don't look at each other at all, and she still has expectations for this cold man!

Mira pursed her lips, she remembered her father's words, Frion and your lover, you can only choose one.

So Mira, your performance is about your choices.

"Look up at me Frio, I'm fed up with your indifferent looks."

Mira raised her voice, her voice trembling a little because she had been uneasy all the time.

"I'll listen."

Flione didn't look at her, he said, he was listening.

Flione picked up his cigarette holder and looked at the Balkans, and the goat said that the letter was the handiwork of the North, and that the author was the hunter who had nothing to do.

The son of the current president of the North Wilderness Paradise?

Balkan hooked his lips at Flieon, who took a deep puff of his cigarette.

"I betrayed our marriage, but I don't feel ashamed, it's you who really deserve to be ashamed."

Mira told the truth word by word, and it should be Frioon, who should be ashamed of ignoring her.

The reason why she uses a declarative sentence is because it is not her accusation, it is her choice.

She chooses her lover.