Saya went out on the front foot, and an attendant entered the conference room on the back foot, bowed his head and whispered that there was news from the underground alien race.

Ogoya glanced at the core members of the family who were sitting or standing in the big study, chose not to avoid it, and asked directly to the attendant, "How?"

"Monsieur Bonapart has returned to the house and has expressed his desire to speak to the family in detail. ”

"He's the only one?"

"There were three of them. ”

The water system and the gas system are double material nine rings, and at the level of escape, this is simply an almost invincible existence. If it's just one person, the attitude is suspicious, after all, it can turn this place upside down, but there is nothing too good to do here. Of course, although the three of them are not much better, they are more sincere than 'singles'.

Ogya turned his head slightly to look at his father's head of the house, and when he turned his head, he instructed his attendants, "Please ask Mr. Bonapart and the interpreter to come to the parlor for a while." ”

The attendant should be withdrawn. It was clear to everyone that this internal meeting was coming to an end. Sure enough, the old master came forward again, and after chatting a few words to confirm that there were no miscellaneous things in the Nine Rings, he instructed the Nine Rings to pay attention to the members of the lineage family and subordinates, to the effect that they should not panic and spread rumors. All the nine rings should be, and each of them got up.

"Anco, come with us to Monsieur Bonapart. ”

This request was unexpected, but it was also reasonable. Although Mr. Anke does not manage alliances with other major powers, his achievements in making friends and managing guest secretaries are obvious to all. Mr. Anke nodded after a moment's pause. Among the other nine rings, those who are not familiar with each other leave directly, and those who are familiar with each other cast a kind congratulatory look, which can be regarded as a half-step promotion.

Soon after, in the conference room not far from the study of the head of the family, there were three people of different races, and the Bawen family only produced four people out of reciprocal considerations, plus two translators. Everyone sat around together, much better than the crowded situation in the study just now, but the atmosphere was not as casual as that of their own family.

The first is formulaic, apologizing for each other's human losses and condemning the attackers. Oguea then asked Mr. Bonapart directly about his attitude towards future cooperation, saying that it would be unwise to waste time going around in circles at this critical moment. Monsieur Bonapart, on the other hand, did not give a clear answer, but asked if there was any news of the attackers, and showed great interest in revenge.

This can be regarded as a 'positive' statement, and Ogeya nodded slightly, at least much better than turning his face. Turning his head to look at Mr. Anke, he wanted to communicate with his eyes, but he saw that he was staring at the translation attendant, and his brows furrowed slightly. It was inconvenient for outsiders to inquire in detail, so Ogea just wrote down the matter and then made a promise of 'willingness to take the lead' in the matter of revenge.

This was the opening of the conversation, and the more we talked, the more harmonious it became, and after a few rounds of Q&A we were able to confirm the attitude of the aliens to continue to cooperate, and thus maintain this important covenant.

After the business was finished, Mr. Anke hesitated for a moment to stop the three interracial people who were about to leave. "There is another little thing, Mr. Bonapart. ”

"Please. "The translation attendant translated.

"The young lord of the crocodile leader who you 'invited' away last night is now in your clan. After a pause, as if to attract the attention of the other party, Mr. Anke explained slightly: "The Crocodile Collar is also a dukedom, and it is the same as our Bawen family in terms of the title divided by humans. Although the young lord agreed to your invitation, it cannot disappear, after all, he was invited to leave the territory of our Bawen family, and we also have to give an explanation to the crocodile leader. ”

Bonapart listened to the translation, and his facial muscles made incomprehensible changes.

"I'm sorry, but the Crocodile Lord's young lord is not in my territory, but was involved in that attack. ”

"I see, it's a shame. Mr. Anke nodded, since the other party couldn't understand and didn't bother to make a sad expression, but his eyes hinted that Ogeya had finished asking and had something to discuss.

The latter understood, and continued to politely send the three aliens to the other courtyard, and as soon as they separated, he asked, "Uncle Anke, what's the matter?"

"Bring the interpreter and go back and talk. ”

A few minutes later, in a small study furnished with soundproofing magic, Mr. Anco motioned to Ogoya to wait, but asked the interpreter: "You seem to be hesitating about what Monsieur Bonapart said just now. ”

"Back to my lord, it's a few diacritics. ”

"What do you mean?"

"This is just a villain's speculation, if there is a mistake, please forgive the sin. The translator gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"It's not a fault to tell the truth. Ogeya secretly admired Mr. Anke's vicious eyes, and at the same time, he also gave a guarantee.

"The little ones have a lot of contact with other races, and they are aware of it when they are learning the language. It seems that people of different abilities in different ethnic groups are in a state of great isolation, and although they are similar in language, they are very different......"

"Getting to the point. "Mr. Anko is impatient to urge.

"The little one found that the high-ring aliens were very 'simple and direct', speaking outspokenly, and never even deceiving. But just now, a few of the diacritics in Mr. Bonapart's words seemed to be a sign of nervousness, like a child who lies for the first time. ”

"Are you sure?" asked Mr. Anco.

The little one could only be sure that Monsieur Bonapart was nervous, and then it was all speculation. However, it can make the strong man of the Nine Rings nervous in a friendly conversation, and the small one can't think of other possibilities. "The translation attendant knew that this was a rare opportunity, but he would not forget to leave a back door for himself.

"What are the words that are problematic?" At this point, Ogeya also paid attention to it.

"It's about the determination to get revenge, and finally about the young lord of the crocodile lord. ”

Ogeya was a little relieved, as long as the covenant part didn't go wrong, everything else was trivial. Mr. Anke also let go of his brows, if there is only a problem with these two points, it really does not hinder the overall situation.

Ordering the reward and waving his hand to signal the translator to stand down, Ogeya asked Mr. Anke in a posture of asking for advice from a junior: "Uncle clan, what do you think about this matter?"

"It's really hard to pursue. Mr. Anko sighed lightly and gave a conclusion. The pact between the two sides soon went awry, and both sides were willing to repair the relationship, and if they still had to dig into some small things, it would be a good thing to turn people around.

Ogea nodded in agreement. "The former may be easy to understand, the alien races in the smelter are mostly medium and low rings, and the losses of the alien races are much lighter than ours. Advocating revenge may just be a sign of sincerity, but there is a bit of a misunderstanding due to differences in customs and etiquette. But about that young lord, why deceive?"

Mr. Anko groaned slightly. First of all, in the battle of the high-ring magician, the whole corpse is a joke, so the number of corpses is not right at all. Secondly, last night's 'invitation', looking at the posture is similar to the kidnapping. It's a guess. "Maybe it's because the young lord is trapped in his clan and doesn't want to be released?"

That seems to be the most plausible explanation. Augya echoed, but his eyes were already turned away, losing interest in this unintended matter, and feeling that Anko was overly cautious in making a fuss. "Let's wait for news from the crocodile collar. If they don't have the means to confirm life and death, they can recognize it like this, which is a small favor to the alien race. ”

"Understood. Mr. Anko replied. The matter was decided, and the two saluted separately and went to work on other things.

After some panic, the Bawen family finally stabilized their position. But the other participant in this matter, a handful of people from the McShaler family, is like ants on a hot pan. The inner anxiety but can not be exposed, this kind of depression and torment, is comparable to the embezzlement of public funds to speculate in stocks waiting for the moment of opening, and it is difficult for those who have not experienced it to understand.

After all, this operation is not honorable, and it is also a secret in the family, otherwise Evan would not have been unable to find out about it. And the characteristic of this kind of stealth action is that the odds are large: winning is almost all-inclusive, and losing is a loss of capital.

And the reason for this situation, as Ogoya analyzed, is that the core is a 'weak main branch strong'. Evan, who has a powerful Tro Domain, has become a favorable contender for the head of the family, coupled with the 'weird' rise in his succession order, how can he not panic the bloodline?

Although just a few days ago, the forty-five-year-old current head of the Fire Nine Rings, Maishale Slian, despite the opposition of the clan elders and other side branches, directly passed on the title and title of the head of the family to the eldest son, the twenty-year-old seven-ring fire magician Amis, and let him become Maishale Amis. As a result, Evan's succession fell by a large margin.

But the move didn't work as expected. Evan seems to have no hope of winning the position of head of the family, but completely intends to set up another mountain, that is, to split the family. not only contacted the royal family of the kingdom, but even openly went to the Golden Wheat Entertainment City to hook up with the old rival Bawen family.

If a year ago, Maishale Slian saw this trend, he would have woken up with a smile even if he was dreaming, and by the way, he would have prepared beautiful women and various magic addiction potions, and found a group of fox friends to hold the Nth 'Uncovered Conference' to celebrate. But this was not the same as before, and the only reason left made him understand that if Evan used those 'bullshit' magic techniques as bait, those ruthless and unrighteous relatives would be like beggars without aristocratic dignity.

And in this way, the result of the separation is likely to be that there are only some high-end combat power and empty shelf territory left on this side, and Evan has gained a large number of young and strong forces. For the time being, of course, it is only a small problem such as inconvenience in management and operation, which can be solved in a year and a half.

But in the long run, after more than ten years, Evan will be promoted to the eighth or even ninth ring, and there will be many generals. The strong people here are either dead or too old to fight, but there are no young family members to fill in. When the time comes, it will simply be the result of being embezzled in reverse. In the Age of Magic for hundreds of years, it is not uncommon for family records to see the decline of the main family after the separation of the big family, and the branches in turn dominate.

Finally, a regular knock sounded on the door, waiting for the results. Srian, who looked a little similar to Evan, knew who was coming, and first straightened his blond hair that was messed up like a chicken coop in front of the mirror, and then straightened his clothes and removed the crow's feet from the corners of his eyes, before opening the door himself and smiling, "My dear Scram, please come in." You, like Lady Luck, must have brought me good news. ”

The person who came had long red hair and was dressed as an ordinary waitress. At first glance, the face and figure look ordinary, but if you look closely, you can feel a different charm from those eyes.

"Good news indeed, my lordship. Scram acted like a businessman, just when the enthusiasm that was already suspected of being a workplace meow didn't exist. "The person who attacked us has been identified. ”

Hearing this, Sirian could no longer maintain aristocratic etiquette, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is it?

"As you might expect, but there are two more helpers. One is a crocodile collar and the other is vulture tissue. ”

"Tell me more. ”

Scram didn't listen to the order, but with a flick of his wrist, the space transmitted a copy of the information and handed it over.

"It's a shame not to hear your beautiful voice. Although Slian was anxious, he still came out almost instinctively when he took the information. Then he walked back to his chair and sat down while flipping through it, and it only took seven or eight minutes to finish reading this not thin document. And the expression also changed from gritting teeth and staring at the eyes, to red eyes and trembling cheeks.

"I ...... I%#%#!"

"Please calm your anger. Scram's tone of bland persuasion was evident in anticipation of such a reaction as he compiled the information.

Silian gasped for breath and slammed the data on the ground and stomped on it like a child, which made it more comfortable. But then he was knocked down by the powerlessness in his heart, slumped in his chair, and asked for a long time: "If it is revenge, how many credible manpower are there?"

Finally, a regular knock sounded on the door, waiting for the results. Srian, who looked a little similar to Evan, knew who was coming, and first straightened his blond hair that was messed up like a chicken coop in front of the mirror, and then straightened his clothes and removed the crow's feet from the corners of his eyes, before opening the door himself and smiling, "My dear Scram, please come in." You, like Lady Luck, must have brought me good news. ”

The person who came had long red hair and was dressed as an ordinary waitress. At first glance, the face and figure look ordinary, but if you look closely, you can feel a different charm from those eyes.

"Good news indeed, my lordship. Scram acted like a businessman, just when the enthusiasm that was already suspected of being a workplace meow didn't exist. "The person who attacked us has been identified. ”

Hearing this, Sirian could no longer maintain aristocratic etiquette, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is it?

"As you might expect, but there are two more helpers. One is a crocodile collar and the other is vulture tissue. ”

"Tell me more. ”

Scram didn't listen to the order, but with a flick of his wrist, the space transmitted a copy of the information and handed it over.

"It's a shame not to hear your beautiful voice. Although Slian was anxious, he still came out almost instinctively when he took the information. Then he walked back to his chair and sat down while flipping through it, and it only took seven or eight minutes to finish reading this not thin document. And the expression also changed from gritting teeth and staring at the eyes, to red eyes and trembling cheeks.

"I ...... I%#%#!"

"Please calm your anger. Scram's tone of bland persuasion was evident in anticipation of such a reaction as he compiled the information.