With the door of the Shining Sun Magic Tower tightly closed, the dark and hazy hall once again returned to an eerie silent atmosphere, the "Crimson Scepter" still sat calmly on the chair in the center of the hall like a stereotypical old nobleman, squinting slightly and not knowing what he was thinking, while the mad knight Kane, who was standing quietly in the corner, kept a polite smile and remained silent.

For a moment, only the bright red magic lamp slowly flickered in the dim light and shadow, and the silent night seemed to last forever in this most mysterious magic tower............

"The fast-growing spellcaster...... The rumors that "Punk-Saian" got don't seem to be groundless, although Walkway has become a crazy waste, but his strength is more or less two hundred brushes, looking at the entire multiverse, there should be a few Morningstar professionals who can beat him."

Suddenly, as if talking to himself, he talked about the "Whisper of Destruction" that had defeated Walkerway, and the old red robe, who was indifferent in his words, had already turned his head to look at the "Instant Killing Gun" who had remained silent from beginning to end.

It was clear that his seemingly gratuitous emotion was actually asking Kane questions.

And in the face of a question from a Shining Sun professional, it was naturally unwise to continue to pretend to be stupid and pretend that he couldn't hear the meaning, so the mad knight, who frowned slightly, could only calmly reply in a rare serious tone:

"I think you're right, that old friend of mine, Punk Saian, does have a lot of cards and great strength, even I am afraid I can't win the battle, and Walkway's defeat is somewhat excusable, although it is not without an element of arrogance............ After all, from my observations, it is enough to see that when Whisper of Destruction was still a master professional, he already had a record of almost winning a hundred battles............

Quietly and without hesitation, he betrayed the important information of his "old friend", which is very much in line with Kane's evil setting, even if such words do not bring him any actual benefits, but as long as he can find the right opportunity to secretly punk, some unknown mad knight will snicker in his heart.

It is even conceivable that the same phrase "instant killing" must have been mentioned in front of the "president", so that now he can answer bluntly without even superfluous thinking and organizational words.

However, the existence of such information is of no value to any ancient and powerful Sunshine professional, and the sudden mention of punk by old Aiman is obviously not to ask Kane about this "low" secret, in fact, there is more to the inner thinking of his sudden statement.

So, with the help of the dim light of the magic lamp, the Throne of the Flare, which was sitting on the black-and-red throne carved with wailing faces, suddenly said meaningfully to Kane:

"It seems that your old friend is the inheritor of the Nethriel Ruins, but as far as Old Aiman knows, the first-stage inheritance knowledge in the Nethriel Ruins is probably only enough for one Nethrel Inheritor to use to the Morningstar Stage, right? It's not comfortable for a powerful spellcaster who is ambitious and ignores the rules, and when the time comes, do you say that the many Radiant Moon-level resources that Old Aiman has kept in his hands for an unknown amount of time and can't find a chance to use them are likely to provide some help to an excellent junior?"

"This question...... It's really hard to answer under that............ After all, I don't know what my old friend really thinks, in fact............"

"And what about you? Kane Bisadas? Do you really trust the unpredictable and wonderful "golden finger" behind you? Do you really believe that the "president" can give you what you want? Do you really believe ...... Destiny everywhere"?

“............”

This was definitely a sharp and eerie conversation, especially after hearing the two thorny questions of the "Crimson Scepter" one after another, Kane's eyes, who stood in the dark corner and the golden armor on his body were a little dim, finally had a little more solemn and tangled obscure flickering in his eyes.

It must be admitted that judging from the identity of a member of the Morning Star of the Silent Alliance and one of the only two subordinates of the "President" at the Morning Star level, Old Eman's naked solicitation and questioning can really be called a "heart-wrenching" statement, and it is not appropriate to answer yes or no, and it is even more inappropriate not to answer - even for the Morning Star Knight, who has always been active, it is impossible to give a perfect answer to the old man with a pair of cloudy eyes in front of him as soon as possible.

So after experiencing the rapid thinking of the mind, the mad knight finally had to choose silence without saying a word as his response.

Yes, it's silence, there are many times, a quiet silence is far more effective than the accumulation of many rhetorical rhetoric, anyway, at least at this moment, Kane's identity is just a "consultant" sent by the "Silent Alliance" to the Red Robe Mage Guild as an assistant, and the most important skill a qualified "consultant" needs to master is undoubtedly to remain silent at the right time as if he did not exist.

And it is natural that such a simple and easy-to-understand knowledge is not difficult for a sober-minded mad knight to comprehend.

“............”

"Hehehehe, don't be nervous, young man, old Aiman is just idle and bored to ask...... Yes, don't be in a hurry to answer, after all, no one knows what might happen in that unknown future, right? Unlike lonely old fellows like me, you new stars still have a wide road, maybe only one day when everyone reaches the end of the journey together, they can talk together............ Okay, okay, that's all that makes sense, and now let's talk about what you think of this war? You know, old Aiman has been gossiping around with prophecy magic very little lately."

Against the backdrop of the flickering firelight, the old red robe, who had been staring at Kane for several seconds, did not continue to maintain his aggressive tone and eyes as if he was hiding a sharp blade, as if in the blink of an eye, the sturdy aristocratic old man just now had turned back into the thin old man he was now in his last years, and the unanswerable topic in his mouth was gently lifted with a simple change of attitude............

Of course, the "Crimson Scepter", who had been aware of everything so far, might have already received the answer he expected.

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