"You ask me what I'm doing? Hmm...... I'm just idle and have nothing to do to go out and take a stroll, after all, if you think about it, I haven't eaten in tens of thousands of years, so it's hard to come to the Karams Empire to taste the specialties here, there's nothing wrong with it, isn't it?"

Silently staring directly at the aristocratic fat man with a hard face in front of him, the cautious punk was silent for a few seconds, and then calmly said his so-called "reason for going out" while calmly controlling a piece of black bread from the quartermaster's box next to him and jumped into his hand.

"Crunch"!

Take a bite off a piece of bread, gently chew on the cold and hard coarse flour, feel the fresh aroma of the wheat field bloom between your lips and teeth, and taste the nutrients of vitamins and minerals being released............

It must be admitted that although in terms of taste, these breads mass-produced by Iberfil himself are hard and astringent, and in the eyes of punk, it is not as comfortable as a piece of metal to chew, but if you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to find that it is precisely because of this blunt food processing method that ordinary hard bread will perfectly retain the delicious and sweet aroma of malt.

Of course, the hungry refugees would not have had the opportunity to taste the aroma of the brown bread wrapped in the exterior, after all, they had to stuff whatever they could eat into their stomachs as quickly as possible to avoid being robbed of food, and it didn't make sense for two legendary professionals to stand on the noisy streets and comment on the taste of this relief ration, they would not be interested in a piece of black bread............

In fact, until a whole piece of bread was eaten up by the expressionless Morning Star Mage, Donnella, who was silent, was just patiently watching the "Pale Scepter" in Punk's hand, the cold wind blowing through the cracked bluestone floor, the flying dust rolling and swirling in the cold wind, and before you knew it, the "Astral Wolf", who had been like a good gentleman at first, had become as stiff as a sculpture.

"This is the 'good reward' you have received?'Mr. 'Temporary Alliance'? This is the treasure you have traveled all the way to the Faeron Plane to pursue?How is it?Are you satisfied with the "generosity" of your master"?

Asking the hapless Morningstar mage who was clearly under Mesour's soul control, the mockery in the punk tone was undisguised.

yes, what a funny reality, isn't it a matter of course that different legendary leaders have very different leadership styles?

If the policy method of the old red-robed "Crimson Scepter" of the Santarin Society is the so-called "rule by inaction, and the water comes naturally", then the "president" of the "Silent Alliance" is a typical person who "has mutual interests and win-win cooperation", as for the "archmage" of the Mage Guild............ Maybe a long, long time ago, he was a guy who didn't care about politics like old Aiman in the name of the Throne of the Flare, but now, Mesul, who has finally been cornered, has become a dictatorial gambler who acts without regard for the consequences.

A gambler who has lost a red eye needs to do whatever it takes to get chips for himself to continue to gamble, and at this time, any "fool" who is not perfect enough for the form will only be attracted by the so-called lucrative remuneration and finally become a living "chip" to be pushed onto the table, and now Donilla, who is sighing helplessly in front of the punk, is a typical example.

Presumably, he has been self-contained, living in seclusion in the astral plane, never communicating with the outside world to obtain information, and he has no idea that there is something wrong with his immediate boss, right?

"It's a perfect pay, Mr. Sean, I can swear that every drop of blood in my veins right now is trembling with excitement because of the magnitude of the pay! Yes, that's right! We've never been enemies but allies, have we? Believe me, I'm not far from being promoted to the next class level, and I'll ............ then."

In the face of the caster's taunts and ridicule, Donnella, with her lips tightly pursed, did not express her dissatisfaction and displeasure, he only hinted at his intentions and thoughts very vaguely, and then continued to stand in front of the gate of the tower courtyard.

This is a very firm statement, but it is also a piece of nonsense of unknown significance.

What the "Wolf of the Astral Boundary" wants to tell the punk translates to "I'm now subject to people's control, and I can only honestly obey orders to be the leader of this damn temporary alliance, but I'm about to level up, now don't embarrass me, when I get rid of the shackles after I level up, you are my hardest buddy, and then we can go to find a culprit together to settle the account"?

Doesn't it sound quite exciting? Taste it, and there is quite a kind of inspirational meaning of "30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the poor in Hexi".

But if you think about it with a glass lid, it's all!

Punk can guarantee that as soon as the "Astral Husky" in front of him is free, what he will do is definitely run into the Chaos Sea to hide for thirty or forty million years as soon as possible, and find the Throne of the Bright Sun to take revenge?

As the saying goes, when is the time for retribution?

A gentleman takes revenge, and it is not too late for a billion years!

“............”

"I think I'll have a chance to witness your so-called determination and will, and I hope that when the time comes, you'll be able to continue fighting as a qualified 'alliance leader', but ............ Not now"!

There were no radical actions or excessive reprimands, and the punk with dark golden eyes that had gradually faded out did not act directly because of Donilla's obstruction.

After all, the Karamus Empire was too close to Mesur's Solar Magic Tower after all, and the "Wolf of the Astral Boundary" was not easy to deal with as a level forty-sixth Morning Star mage, and it was a bit unwise to rashly provoke a dispute before the news from the "Guild" and the red robe came............

Of course, the most important reason is that punk wants to deal with an ordinary Morning Star fighter who has no scheming or means, but there is not only such a way as to do it himself, and now that there is a troublesome guy guarding under his tower, it is better to "save the country by curve" in another way.

Anyway, the purpose of the Morning Star Mage and the Priest of the Divine Stick is just to make the "Valkyrie" die, and the outcome of her death is the most important thing.

Don't forget, not so long ago, Ganatika had returned to the basement of the Whisper of Destruction's magic tower, after traveling for a long time............