Bill, dressed in a sloppy outfit that swept through the city, once again arrived at Stoker's independent royal tailor's shop, which was much more lively than last night because it was daytime.

"I'm not worried that you will hurt your face by taking things for nothing!!"

The old man in the tailor's shop wept and clutched a gold coin that Bill had placed on the counter, feeling bitter in his heart.

Soon, Bill, who had changed into a formal suit, went out and walked down the street in good spirits for a while.

Because of the way he dressed, Bill felt chic and went to a high-end bar for a walk, which attracted the attention of many men and women.

A black-and-white plaid jazz hat with a beautiful tie, a light-colored casual trench coat with a slightly elongated fit, and Bill's trousers and belts are exquisite, giving people a sense of spirit.

Two thousand gold coins, it's really not a loss, this dress makes people can tell the difference in Bill's identity at a glance.

When Bill was shopping, he stood directly on the street and performed a dance music.

And now, Bill is alone at a fancy restaurant.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't come on his own, but made an appointment......

The style is simple, the air is clear, the environment is elegant, and in a small single room, Bill slowly tastes a glass of purple fruit wine, which tastes great.

"Aren't you coming yet?"

Bill's gaze twitched, and then, the air fluctuated, and a vague silhouette with no future in sight stepped out, suddenly appearing in the seat opposite.

Card Master Trist......

Trist is the same as always, but he looks a little haggard on the outside, and may have been busy lately.

Bill greeted and pushed over a glass of wine: "It's been a long time—"

"Now you look human...... Not bad. ”

"It's the strength that counts!"

Trist sat down tiredly and repaired his dress, "Please have a drink?" ”

Bill smiled lightly, "Well, I don't mean anything else, just talk by the way......"

"You're really surprised to me, heh, you actually marked me with energy, although you can't do it a second time, but it's enough to make me pay attention to you, say, want to know something?"

Bill's eyes closed and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he saw that the dark seed he had planted in Trist had disappeared for no apparent reason. "Tell me about the Special Operations Pioneer, I may be able to help you."

"Of course you can help me." Trist said directly without concealment.

"I need to kill ......"

"Well, that's right." Unsurprisingly, Trist leaned back in his chair and knocked his glass, "This wine is not good-"

"It's a good wine."

The two of them turned their heads together, and the door to the room was opened at the same time.

"Two gentlemen, one of them said he wanted to come in......"

"Let him in!" Bill nodded in agreement, giving a gentlemanly smile.

Graves pushed the waiter far away with a big push, and when he saw Bill, he didn't hesitate to carry the cannon on his shoulder.

"Don't be impulsive, Graves, we're talking about things!"

Graves' stubble was a little wet, and he looked like he had just washed his hair, and he shook his shoulders and slid down his hand cannon before entering the house. "Oh, little bunny, I don't mean anything, I just can't help it."

Bill's eyes narrowed and said coldly: "There will be a chance to do it sooner or later, don't worry." ”

"Huh? I haven't seen you for a long time, and your backbone has hardened a lot......"

Bill grinned, sinister. "Hey—"

The next moment, the wind and the two guns are facing each other.

"Ahem—" Trist coughed and stepped back to the side of the room, "If you want to bang at each other, now is the time to start." ”

The waiter outside the door suddenly ran away when he heard the words.

The two tacitly put down their pistols.

Graves joked at Bill, "Just that little broken gun in your hand......"

Bill ignored him.

Trist returned to his seat, stretched out his hand, pulled out a yellow card, and placed it on the table, and a layer of yellow light filled the room.

"The Vanguard of Special Warfare is nothing more than a legitimate secret agency that I have established with the help of Laurent Rubin, and we are going to sift through them! Pick out the strongest, and the most loyal, for our use! ”

"I know this ......"

"You don't know...... Trist interrupted Bill, "there's anyone in this institution, and anyone can be anyone...... Talented, warriors, and mages, even if - mortals. ”

"We need to find a group of people who are absolutely loyal, a group of strong people who can really influence the situation of the war!"

"When the irreversible force comes, we will give them the power to grow, let them make a qualitative leap in the energy level, think about it! Candidates who already possess infinite wisdom and cunning to the point of distorted personalities! How terrifying it is to obtain such unparalleled terrifying strength! ”

The power of growth, just like what Kieran once gave to Bill, is the power of evolution that is absolutely against the sky, and most of Bill's current strength is given by Kieran under the red sun, and Bill is the one who knows that kind of power best.

"Oh," Bill didn't realize until now that the card master was really silently helping him, at least giving him a chance to gain power, "who will lead them......"

"Of course, there are only gods."

"Heh......" Bill scoffed, the God of Time was trapped in the Illusory Realm, how could he be able to pull out? Kieran, if no one saves him, then he will never be free. "Who is the second leader?"

"Hehe......" Trist laughed too, "Of course! It's me! ”

"I want half of the command!"

"Your appetite is getting bigger and bigger." Trist's gaze was a little strange.

"I have enough power to control them!" Bill clenched his fists and raised his arms horizontally.

"Seed energy of the dark arts?" Trist lowered his head, his tone inaudible to good or bad.

"Hehe, and...... The power of the moon. Bill pointed to the sky above, the moon that did not exist during the day.

"A list of four thousand, you dare to ...... Pick it up? Trist pulled out a card and threw it in front of Bill.

Sharp cards, embedded in a corner of the table.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, be careful of being played to death by them." It is conceivable that Trist, who is very wise, can make such an evaluation.

"Well, I know, they're getting tougher than the other, and they're ...... Cunning......" Bill reached out and pinched it, and continued, "But I won't think about anything, just - kill, and also, thank you for the card list, and half of the command issue. ”

"You're wrong, no one can really control them except the gods! You too! ”

"Not necessarily—"

Seed energy, the ability to lead history and predict the future is absolutely unique in this continent!

Trist was silent, and Bill was silent, a little quieter.

"Looks like we're done." Graves had already cleaned up the drops from his beard and stood up.

"So ......"

Bill is here for the Overlord meal, and as for running into Graves, this is unexpected, but if there is a fight that justifies not having to pay for him, Bill is happy to bear it.

Tongues of fire have blown up a wall.

On the street, a straight pothole,

Bill is gone.

"Alas—you temper, this is Demacia, you're really troublesome!" Trist put his hand on Graves' shoulder, and the two of them disappeared in an instant.