Bloody Canyon, the headquarters of the Santarin Society (a.k.a. the Red Robe Mage Guild).

It was a terrible area full of blood, and although the rocks and cracks in the canyon were all over the place, there was no sign of any life, in fact, not even bacteria would breed here, only the dark red clouds would forever hinder the sunshine, and the misty and thick rain and fog would emerge one or two muddy roads, and the calm rain would fall in silence against the gray sky............

However, on this day, the bloody canyon, which had remained unchanged for millions of years, suddenly ushered in two familiar faces that had never been seen before, only to see a knight in golden shining armor and a professional in a robe as black as the night sky, like a passerby strolling through the drizzle, silently penetrating the drizzled mud and walking to the deepest part of the canyon, all the drizzle that reached their bodies was easily bounced away by the unpredictable force, and every bit of red mist that meandered and swirled close to the ground had to stop around themSpread out.

There is no doubt that the two professionals who have come to the "Forbidden Land" at this moment are obviously the "Instant Kill Gun" and "Whisper of Destruction" who have signed the Eye of Judgment contract.

Although they already had the contract to ensure safety, they could fly directly to the magic tower of the "Scarlet Scepter" to start the most important plan to discuss, but in order to show their courtesy and respect for the powerhouse of the Bright Sun, both the expressionless punk and the smiling Kane naturally chose to enter the canyon on foot.

At least the Mad Knight who had been here could lead the way, so even though the Solar Magic Tower, which was supposed to be very visible from the sky, was very difficult to see on the ground, the patient spellcaster still didn't use his senses to impolitely scan the entire Bloody Canyon for a way.

He decided to follow Kane indifferently in the direction of the magic tower of the "Crimson Scepter".

In fact, the choice of walking through the dirt path was obviously very correct, because after only walking unhurriedly for an hour or so, the two professionals who had just entered the area of the Bloody Canyon saw a faint but striking light appear directly in front of the path.

It was a small flame that had not flickered in the rain, and the man sitting on an old wooden chair beside the flame was an old man who looked thin but well-dressed.

When Punk and Kane saw him, the calm old man seemed to be adding firewood to the tiny dark red flames.

"The Supreme Leader of the Santarim Society, and the oldest solar caster in the multiverse today, the Scarlet Scepter Emman-Blackjack............

Silently paused and stopped, the punk could determine at a glance the identity of the old man who was lighting the fire.

Yes, how could the person who could so calmly ignite a flame in this silent bloody canyon, and still be able to make his energy fluctuations completely undetectable by the perception of the Huiyue level, be someone else? Presumably, this thin old man who seemed to be waiting for a "visitor" could only be the mysterious old Aman, right?

Although this is the first time that Whisper of Destruction has seen the crown of the "Crimson Scepter", which rarely appears in legends, he can still be very sure that this low-key powerhouse is obviously very different from the powerful Mesurle and the cold "President" in terms of personality and behavior, at least his attitude of greeting his collaborators by roasting a fire here is very special.

Of course, this may also be because the other party simply does not want to let Punk, a professional who is likely to receive the inheritance of Nethar's ancient knowledge in the future, approach his magic tower............

Regardless, Mr. Emman's appearance is enough to impress anyone who meets him.

"Hello, Mr. Emman, it's a pleasure to meet you".

Neither humble nor arrogant, he performed a mage etiquette, and the expressionless punk walked directly to the campfire of the Sunny Flash.

In fact, the roasting fire of the "Scarlet Scepter" is not just a roasting fire, there is actually a small iron pot on the fire in front of him, and now some cooked and rotten "wild vegetables" are tumbling in the boiling white water of the iron pot, and although this pot of broth does not have too much aroma, the color of the soup looks very crystal clear.

"Hello young man, you're the mage known as the Whisper of Destruction, aren't you.........? It's a lot better than a bad old man like me who only knows how to cook on the fire."

Without making much of a special gesture towards the punk greetings, old Aiman waved his hand and summoned two wooden chairs in the air, just making a "please sit" gesture to "Whisper of Destruction" while talking to himself.

Looks like............ This muddy ground that is being watered by the rain should be the site of this meeting.

"Crunch".

Although the chair conjured up by the "Scarlet Scepter" is simple and old, it is actually just ordinary wooden furniture, and the light punk will not make any noise when sitting on it, but when Kane, a warrior in a shining golden and heavy armor, sits down directly, not to mention the hundreds of tons of magic material armor, it will almost instantly smash the crumbling wooden chair to pieces.

But fortunately, the quick-eyed punk didn't want the mad knight to sit on the ground and break the atmosphere of such a serious conversation, so when he saw that the chair that was full of cracks in an instant was about to burst into sawdust, the Huiyue mage, who had no choice but to release the spell, directly used a small area of "spatial confinement" to stop the broken wood chips that were about to explode.

So at this moment, Kane, who didn't expect his chair to be so fragile and whose smile looked obviously a little embarrassed, sat on a crooked "wood chip chair".

"Ahem, Sai'an, in fact, Uncle Ben can handle it himself............ Hello Mr. Emman~ I've brought the iceberg face here, and I think a big adventure can finally begin, right?"

Dancing with his hands shows the excitement and joy in his heart, even in front of the Bright Sun powerhouse, the Mad Knight still has no intention of restraint, it seems that he is indeed very concerned about defeating the Empress of Disguise, I guess this guy has been looking forward to this adventure a long, long time ago, right?

But in an empty and silent canyon, listening to the dull rustle of the rain, neither the old Aiman who was stirring the soup pot nor the punk who was sitting silently had any intention of paying attention to the mad knight.

After all......... This crucial conversation has actually just begun.