"The military ministry has just sent a notice asking us to explain what happened today. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The room was so bright that it was almost glaring.

Ashnayo, who was the president of the Demonic Warlock Association at the time, looked at the smashed high-intensity demonic experiment petri dish in front of him, and the dark green culture liquid flowing all over the ground, and slowly spoke.

Because of his years of practicing dark spells, his whole person looks unusually cold and gloomy, but he unexpectedly does not look old.

At least compared to Hawke, who was at the same time as him, and the two masters who ranked fifth and sixth in the Magician Guild, he was more like a middle-aged Nagros man.

If someone happened to be present at this time, and happened to be familiar with the internal affairs of the Magician Warlock Association, he would definitely be shocked.

Because the two giants present were absent except for the Frost Sage Kel'thugad, who was far away in the Northlands, and the perennial Storm Lord Gryffindor.

Eight of the other members of the ten-member council, even Ashnayo, who claimed to have been in retreat for four years and had not appeared in front of the world, were present.

This is a scene that is not necessarily seen at the triennial long table meetings of the Diamancer Society.

Now, these masters who should have been far away from all over the world have all gathered in the Central King City in one day, this dazzling laboratory that I don't know where it is located.

What the hell is going on?

"Those junks in the military department, they still want to shirk their responsibilities?" Nagros, who was young and vigorous among a group of old men who were generally over sixty years old, snorted coldly and said disdainfully.

There is nothing wrong with his words in themselves, because the military department has indeed always acted in this style, this time there is such a big thing in the sixth district, and the military department is responsible for the main defense of this area, so it naturally has an unshirkable responsibility, but if they can push the main responsibility to the side of the Demon Warlock Association, they will be much better.

However, everyone present remembered that this morning, Nagros had an indirect friction with the military headquarters for a dead disciple, and the eyes of him were somewhat different.

"The responsibility this time is indeed ours, and it started out when a researcher in Section C had an accident trying a new recipe, which led to a riot in his district, which then spread to the entire district. Hawke immediately put forward his opinion after Nagros finished speaking, "When I arrived, the situation was already a little out of control, and the military department still did something to help. ”

"You're determined to go against me, aren't you?" Nagros was already hot-tempered, and he had just clashed with Hawke this morning, so as soon as he heard Hawke's words, he became angry, and his whole body had begun to glow with a faint aura of fire.

"Is this the time for a fight?" Ashnayo finally spoke again at this point, not turning, his eyes still staring coldly at the broken petri dish.

But his cold, dark aura doused Nagros's flames like a handful of ice.

"Could it have been someone from outside?" asked an old telekinesis spell master as he finally shut up.

"Probably not, I've checked the scene of the incident, and I've asked the researcher, it's an accident. "Hawke himself is in the Central Royal City, so he knows a little bit of information," and took 10,000 steps back and said, there are only a few people who know that person is here, and none of these people want him to go out. ”

"What's more, there are more than ten forbidden spell-level prohibitions loaded outside this room, and it takes more than five people to approve to enter, and this petri dish and the culture liquid inside are also special, even if he wakes up, it is impossible for him to escape. ”

"Who's on the hunt now?" Ashnayo listened for a moment and nodded.

"The military department has secretly searched the whole city, and Lucifer is also looking for him with that thing. Hawker paused and said, "He should have just woken up, and it is impossible for his strength to recover much, so he can't go far." ”

"The most important thing is not to let people know that he still exists, especially the guys on the other side of the sea. Ashnayo said expressionlessly, his cold face had an inexplicable sense of gloom in the harsh light.

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The favorite store that Artist took Su Junyan to.

The name is Helen's cottage.

A very delicate shop, hidden in a small alley.

The owner is a very special woman, and her name is Helen.

Helen was not particularly pretty, with long burgundy hair, a face that could not tell her age, a somewhat retro long dress, and a smile that always hung on her face.

It is these things that add up to make you feel that this woman is inexplicably charming.

When Su Junyan and the others arrived, Helen was sitting at an idle table drinking, under the dim light, she squinted her eyes slightly, pinched the wine glass in her left hand and shook it gently, supported her chin with her right hand, leaned forward, lazy like a cat.

As soon as he entered, Artist exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Oh, my dear Helen, it's been a long time, I miss you so much, allow me to read my new poem to you, ah, Nightingale!"

At this time, there were already some customers in the store, and when they looked up at Artst, they continued to bow their heads and drink.

It can be seen that Artest's poetry is also very famous in this small shop.

The woman named Helen had no objection to Artist's request to recite poetry, took a slight sip of wine, nodded, and agreed.

So in the next five minutes, Su Junyan was once again devastated by Artist's poetry.

However, what he admired was that the woman named Helen did not show an uncomfortable expression from beginning to end, but only maintained a smile instead of a smile.

It's just that her eyes are not in focus, so you can't guess whether she is looking at you or not.

"Well, isn't it perfect?" As usual, Artst was intoxicated for a moment, then began to ask for other people's opinions.

The other drinkers around him couldn't help but start twitching their shoulders, as if they were holding back some discomfort or laughing or something.

Fortunately, their cultivation is good, and they didn't really do anything out of the ordinary in the end.

Helen, her gaze finally gaining a little focus, looked at Artist, opened her thin lipstick lips, and was about to say something.

"Jingle bell—" The door of the shop suddenly opened.

A man walked in.

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