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The entire body is made of pitch-black volcanic rock.

The rugged and solemn style complements the volcano family crest in the center of the hall.

Pompey.

The Pompeii family, a family that is said to have crawled out of a volcano.

At this moment, the current head of the Pompeii family, Ars Pompey, the president of the Central House of Lords, the old man known to the world as the living active volcano, is sitting in this hall representing the highest authority of the Pompeii family.

He was eating lamb chops.

Not the delicate lamb chops grilled on the outside and tender on the inside, sprinkled with chives and pepper.

Rather, raw lamb chops, thorough, blood-streaked, freshly slaughtered from a live sheep, whole lamb chops.

It's his food every morning.

He ate effortlessly, even though he was seventy-two years old, his hair and beard were gray, but the action of tearing at the lamb chops in his mouth was still fierce and powerful, and the bright red raw sheep blood splattered on his white beard from the violent tearing made him look like a tiger preyding.

It's old, but it's still powerful.

Men, no matter what age, what environment, what status, must maintain a little bit of wildness.

This is precisely the creed he has always believed in, and the consistent style of the Pompeii family.

So even though he is seventy-two years old, he still insists on eating raw lamb chops every morning.

Therefore, he was able to stand in the highest position of power in the Central Federation for more than ten years.

"Duh-" There was a knock at the door.

Slight to the extreme, but also humble to the extreme, for fear of disturbing the eating, this tiger.

"Come in. Ars Pompeii put down the half-eaten lamb chops in his hand, wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief, and motioned for the people outside the door to come in.

The door opened softly.

It's still the kind that is respectful to death.

Outside the door, a man in a black servant outfit walked in lightly with his head bowed, and whispered next to Yars, "My lord, he went." ”

"Oh?" Arles didn't look surprised, but nodded, "Good to go." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the half-eaten lamb chop again, tore it up, and smiled.

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"Duh-" There was a knock at the door.

Second.

Senior Researcher Harold looked extremely wary.

He had no idea who was coming.

At this time, no one should have come at all.

But, there is no way.

"Come in. He whispered, all his spiritual power had condensed.

A spell-casting pattern representing a sixth-order telekinetic magician loomed on his forehead.

In addition to being an extremely good expert in biological evolution, he is also an excellent telekinesis magician.

If it really comes to the last resort, kill him.

This instruction before leaving rang in Harold's ears again.

Want......

Suddenly, at the moment when he had a murderous intent.

He suddenly felt that an extremely sharp killing intent locked on him.

But obviously, this guy next to him is already a complete waste.

He glanced at Su Junyan with some surprise.

The latter seemed to look back at him inexplicably.

"Squeak-" The door opened.

The first thing Harold felt was the killing intent.

It's not a deliberate kind of killing intent.

Rather, casually, you can easily detect it, with a strong killing intent.

That is already buried deep in the bones, with the killing intent in the temperament, and even, it has formed a powerful momentum.

As soon as people get closer, it's creepy.

It's like a jackal who meets a lion.

He's a soldier.

That was Harold's first reaction.

Then, by the time he saw the almost iconic blindfold through the light shining in from outside.

He knew something was wrong.

The standard general-level coat, the body as strong as a mountain peak, the four golden emperor's spear insignia on the shoulder, and the scar that almost spanned the entire face, like a living centipede.

Hychris Ravenhold.

Commander of the Central Federal Military Department, Grand Commander, Tiger of the Center.

In the world of knowledge, martial arts cultivation is the highest human being.

He's actually here.

Right outside the door.

It is no wonder that only a character like him can treat those Crusaders of the First Research Institute as if they were nothing.

But why did he come?

In this kind of extremely sensitive moment, for such an extremely sensitive person.

"General...... Excellency. Harold lowered his proud head.

Just because in the Central King City, even if it was that living volcano, it was extremely jealous of him.

A small person like Harold cannot, and doesn't dare to look directly into the eyes of this central tiger.

Su Junyan looked very casual, looking at the sudden arrival, or rather, the extremely unexpected arrival of General Hai Cris, he was only slightly surprised, and then bowed slightly, and said, "Hello, Your Excellency General." ”

"Yes. Hykris nodded, his one-eyed look cold and aggressive.

"Let's go inside. He paused, then added.

Harold's body became more stiff, and he didn't know what to say.

But, I can only say it.

"Your Excellency...... Today......"

"I said, go in. Haikris's voice and tone are very calm, and there is no oppression at all, but on the contrary, people dare not refuse at all.

"Your Excellency...... It's ......"

"Do you know what would happen if someone in my army dared me to say a word three times?"

"......" Harold gasped, cold sweat, and hot sweat, all of which were already dripping.

"House of Lords ......"

"I'm going to crush his head. Without further ado, Hychris walked straight inside, and sat down in the place he had prepared for Harold.

Stiff.

Extremely stiff.

Harold couldn't stand up at all, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw the white-clad Cross Guards of the First Research Institute outside the door, who were also stiff.

Ultimately.

He straightened up and honestly closed the door.

"Then I, can I sit back?" Su Junyan looked very innocent, he seemed to be eager to be a disgraceful political victim, but someone stopped him.

Don't let him go.

He looked a little distressed.

"Please. Harold held back for a long time and then said a word of please.

And Hykris, he smiled, and said to the bartender huddled behind the counter, "Serve the wine." ”

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