It was a brightly lit room, and the dazzling light pierced Fan's pupils naturally narrowed, and on the high seat in the innermost part of the room lay a weeping old man, who supported his head with his hands, and carried him as if his eyelids weighed more than a thousand pounds, looking calmly ahead. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The old face was carved with deep folds like a knife, and the chestnut curls and a slightly whitish beard guarded his face like the mane of a lion king.

"Father." Orić's first step into the room was to bow his proud head and get down on one knee.

"Come closer, kids, and let me take a good look at you." The old man beckoned slowly.

Orić got up and approached, until he was close to the old man three paces away. The old man raised his head, looked the person in front of him up and down, and nodded slightly.

"My choice seems to be the right one, you are not the same as your other brothers."

"It's all from your teachings, Father." Orić has no pride in the praise, but is more humble.

The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth slightly, and his gaze crossed over to Orich, falling behind him.

"This little guy is the one mentioned in the intelligence."

The old man looked at Fan calmly with heavy eyelids, and Fan looked back at the old man with the same calm. Suddenly, the old man's heavy eyelids slowly opened like a napping lion, and he glanced at Fan him casually, but it was this plain glance that pierced into Fan's eyes like a sharp sword out of the sheath! Fan's body stiffened at first, and then he took a few steps back, his pupils contracted suddenly, and a fine cold sweat rose on his back!

Only then did he know why Orić was uncharacteristically so humble, because the strength of this twilight old man was simply unfathomable! At that moment just now, Fan seemed to be captured by an inexplicable force, this force was like the vast cosmic starry sky, and he couldn't help but have the urge to bow and worship! It seems that every order of the old man in front of him, he will unconditionally guarantee the completion of it, this feeling is so real, and how terrible!

What's even more terrifying is that as the person concerned, Brahma didn't know it at first, if it wasn't for the critical moment, the silent second consciousness suddenly became active, and successfully aroused the awakening of the main consciousness, he was likely to sink completely!

What kind of terrible force is this? Powerful enough to almost manipulate someone with one look? If it had been a battle just now, Van would have been a cold corpse by now.

Pedal Pedal Ped The frightened Fan took three steps backwards in succession, and only then did he break free from the vast force, and he hurriedly lowered his head, never daring to look into the old man's eyes again. It's hard to imagine that Fan, who has always been calm and silent, would be so out of shape!

Compared to Fan's gaffe, the old man was also very surprised that he could return to normal so quickly, and the eyelids he was about to put down lasted for a few more seconds before slowly letting go.

"Good, I like this little guy." The old man tugged at the corners of his mouth with a smile.

Orić stood like a puppet from beginning to end, expressionless and motionless, as if everything that was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him, and the only proof that he was "alive" was his gently shaking chestnut curls.

"You don't need to be so rigid about my child, I'm happy with the gift you brought back to the family."

"I'm honored, father."

The old man smiled and waved his hand, "I've read Sheld's research report, and you're doing a good job, but why can I always feel a hint of urgency in Sheld's words?" Or that he is not satisfied with the so-called deadline. ”

Orić remained unmoved, but Van beside him felt him stiffen.

"Everything has to be done gradually, my child, eagerness will not solve the problem, we have time, why should you be in a hurry?"

"Look me in the eye." The old man said lightly, at this time Orich finally made a move, he slowly raised his head to look at the old man's deep eyes, "Am I right?" ”

"Yes Father, I understand." Orić got down on one knee again.

"As long as things are with us, time will always be on our side, and the only thing we need to do now is to hold on to what we have."

"Then the purple pupils ......"

"Ah, Purple Eyes." The old man seemed to suddenly remember something, and tapped his temple hard, "I heard that she recently killed a kraken?" ”

"It's incredible...... After all, it is the strongest weapon made by Grand Duke Caroline herself......" the old man muttered to himself.

"But how could the foolish Cesar know what kind of trouble he had made for the marriage contract he had made back then?" The old man smiled lowly again.

"Kane's effectiveness is still unknown, and Archduke Caroline's mind is even more difficult to guess, if ......" Oric said again.

"So what? He has his weapons, and we will have ours. ”

Orić paused slightly, and looked at the old man at the same time as Van who bowed his head and was silent.

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The rhythm of the banquet has just entered the middle of the stage, a group of guests under the influence of alcohol began to become active, when the atmosphere is at the climax, as if stepping on the drumbeat of the climax, the roof door on the top floor of the banquet was finally opened in the eyes of all people, with deafening cheers and awe, a dying old man slowly appeared in the field of vision.

He was wearing a simple robe, and every step he took gently could attract the attention of everyone present, "cough" The old man coughed lightly, not deliberately, but the entire banquet hall instantly became silent, and even the music stopped.

The old man stroked his beard, which was tied to his light chestnut curls, raised his eyelids, which seemed to weigh more than 10,000 catties, and said slowly, "It's an honor to have so many guests visiting Shuma, and I hope each and every one of you can have a pleasant evening." ”

The old man's tone paused slightly, "Come out, young children, bring your ghost faces and let us meet them." ”

There was a slight commotion in the banquet hall, but it quickly passed, and in its place was a neat row of young descendants of the Shuma family, each of whom stood behind a retinue with a hideous face.

"Good." The old man nodded slowly, as if he was very satisfied with the upright momentum of these young descendants, "Tonight ......" He was about to speak, but his attention was attracted to another place, and the crowd on the periphery of the banquet hall suddenly surged like boiling water, and this surge spread to the entire hall at an unimaginable speed!

The old man looked up, and a tall and terrifying figure walked in through the gate, which was originally spacious and tall against the backdrop of his huge body, and the huge figure had hair as hard as steel thorns, and his forearms were the thickness of the thighs of those warriors who had always been known for their strength, and the dark and strong muscles were terrifying!

Every step he took was so heavy, and the dull thud of his hard boots against the ground made one wonder if the floor of the banquet hall could withstand the force of his steps!

The appearance of the Great Han took away all the attention that belonged to the old man, not only because of his terrifying form, or the shining Caroline family crest pinned to his chest, but also because of who he was, the glory he carried, and who he was.

"The feast is not over yet, Your Excellency the Duke of Fronthal." The strong man's low and hoarse voice was like a bell hitting each other, and the reverberating sound waves lingered for a long time.

"For many people, maybe now is just the beginning, but I don't know if Her Highness has arrived?" To this sudden intruder, Old Fronthal asked calmly.

"But it's up to you, Your Highness Fronthal." The strong man stared directly at the old man and responded, the respect in his tone was not as obvious as it was literally.

As the current titular patriarch of the Shuma family, Fronthal gently raised his eyelids, and few people dared to look him directly in the face like this, especially when Shuma was still the largest family in the empire.

The air suddenly became frozen at this moment, the old man and the strong man were silent and unmoving, and the young people who were ignorant of the world looked at each other for some reason, but almost all the members of the subordinate Xiuma deliberately lowered their heads.

The frozen atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the terrifying strong man's body began to shake slightly, and a crisp sound like a recorder broke the deadlock.

"Uncle Quinn, please step aside, we are guests, not hosts."

As soon as these words came out, the strong man's body shook, and he took a deep look at Fronthal on the balcony, and quietly retreated to the sides of the crowd, and no one noticed the faint flush on his dark skin.

"Yes, Your Highness." Quinn bowed his head respectfully.

And with his deep answer, everyone present suddenly woke up, and they all looked at the shadow that walked into the field at some point. When did she appear? Is it before or after the sound? No one can answer this question, as if that memory that originally belonged to them was stripped of by an unknown force!

"Your Excellency Duke Fronthal, I apologize to you for this, Uncle Quinn has just returned from the Northern Wilderness, and may not be used to the peaceful atmosphere here." The girl apologized softly.

The aged Duke of Fronthal did not respond for a long time, and it was not until the clock struck midnight in the auditorium of the hall that the old duke finally ended his silence, "In my long life, you are the second being who can truly shock me, the beautiful Purple Pupil Highness. ”

"And who's the first one?" The girl's question seemed to be just a curiosity.

"Your father, the present-day Grand Duke Caroline." (To be continued.) )