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The marble floor is so clean that it seems to reflect the reflection of a person stepping on the ground, and in the very center, a thick white carpet extends from the doorway to the very center of the hall. There, several high-ranking officials representing the City of Mages and the Castle were sitting at a table made of unknown wood, on which were trays of fruit that the turtles of the City of Fire had never seen before, and a dark red wine made from unknown fruits.

Wells, who had lived for thousands of years, and who had always been confined to his room and did not go out much, made his dwelling an incomparably gorgeous, cozy, and extravagant one.

As one of the three Upper Councillors, Mion originally lived in his own mansion near the tower. ”

However, when she had been stuck in the Legendary Realm for a long time, perhaps under the pressure of the Speaker's prophecy, she finally chose to follow the path that the Lord of Darkness had chosen for him. ”

"This has nothing to do with the Lord of Darkness," another member of parliament sitting here with a flat brown hair and an extremely ordinary-looking member interrupted Wells, his brow furrowed with dissatisfaction, "All the things about the so-called Lord of Darkness are just your imagination, why do you have to take the rumors that you haven't even seen with your own eyes as facts?"

He clearly represents Mion's faction.

"Come on. A woman in a gorgeous black dress and black dress like a Gothic style stared at the flat-headed man sitting opposite him with her eyes wearing a circle of black eyeshadow, and her lazy eyes were full of disdain for what the other party said just now: "It's not that you haven't seen that demon book, Lick has seen it clearly enough with us, you haven't seen the things that wrapped the entire Mage City at the beginning, and you should remember the action of the monster handing over the book to Mion, why do you like to pretend to be stupid so much?"

The flat-headed man didn't speak, just stared straight ahead.

"Are you afraid of death? or do you want to die last?" the goth woman smiled, and again, no longer forced to look at each other, lowered her head, elegantly picked up her wine glass, took a small sip of dark red wine, and then added lightly, closing her eyes.

The flat-headed man jerked his head up and stared at the woman who had stopped looking at him, an inverted triangle-like incantation appeared on his forehead, and his face began to turn pale.

"Okay, okay," Wells clapped his hands, and the expressions of the guests around him made him feel a little embarrassed, and he said to the woman who was sitting next to him, "Blake, if you do this again, I'll invite you out, don't try to provoke again." ”

The woman opened her eyes and looked in the direction of Wells, but her eyes looked at Ying Lan, who was sitting on the side behind him, and then smiled seductively at her.

Ying Lan raised her eyebrows.

"I apologize to you for any misunderstanding I may have had, Villier," Wells said again to the flat-headed man who had returned to his original form, "but please don't interrupt me so easily, if there's anything you can say until I'm done, or you'll have to get out." ”

The flat-headed man put his hands on the table, lowered his head, and did not respond.

Then Wells smiled at Ning Yue and the four of them, and continued what he had just interrupted.

In short, she has embarked on an evil path, which is something that all the mages of the City of Mages recognize. And after improving in strength, he killed Rick mercilessly, and attempted to go directly to the sleeping position of the Speaker of the Central Tower. We don't know what she's going to do, but it's obviously not going to be allowed. ”

Ning Yue wanted to rub his temples. He wasn't interested in these things. He just wanted to know how these people cultivated.

"In charge of the Central Tower is another Upper Seat, who doesn't have any territory or anything else, and barely shows up on the ground outside of the Tower. He stopped Mion from continuing his way, but he couldn't make Mion back down. So Mion now resides in the tower. ”

But all of this is because Mion is looking for a way out of the Speaker's final prophecy. But we may die because of her path. ”

"Your presence is significant, and the identity of the remnants of the flame is extremely important. I was negligent before. Wells continued: "In the Speaker's prophecy, the Pale Lord would have been taken from your corpses - sorry, I have no offense. The Pale Lord will emerge from the City of Fire, which has been utterly destroyed and left unsurviving, carrying the legacy of the Flame and the Dark Lords, guided by some irresistible force and indestructible will, to gradually destroy our already shattered world. ”

"It was supposed to be like this. ”

Wells looked at the four remnants who claimed to be from the City of Flames who did not move, and the aura on two of them was unfathomable, one was the girl who had been hiding herself under the hood and kept silent, and the other was Ning Yue, who had been communicating with him amicably.

"But your arrival has shattered the Speaker's original prophecy. Wells looked at the four who had not moved, and had to try to say something again.

Why don't you speak? Why am I alone in this room?

"If you have any clues about the Pale Lord, you can tell us. Your presence may be the key to upsetting the balance. ”

Still no one responded, Ning Yue was just concentrating on the delicious red wine in front of him, and the Sith was just playing with his own head - a face of golden hair, and the two girls were also silent.

Something is wrong with the atmosphere.

Just when the hall was completely silent and fell into a dead silence, Ning Yue still spoke.

"In fact, we have been hunted down. He said, gently shaking the transparent goblet in his hand, watching the crimson wine in the glass streak through the smooth glass, leaving marks: "But our pursuer is the corpse of a legendary man who was once one of the supreme leaders of our city. ”

"Corpses?" Wells' interest was raised, they hadn't asked how the City of Flames was destroyed, and it seemed to have something to do with the Pale Lord's description: "Was it the Pale Lord?"

"We ...... I don't know. ”