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Early in the morning, a fast horse had quietly left the Central Royal City.

The war on the horizon has not affected the life of the most prosperous city on earth, even a little.

The gates opened at six o'clock in the morning.

The guards patrolling the city went out at seven o'clock sharp.

Those rich people who had wandered all night were whistling by in the neat guards.

The Adventure Tavern in the business district opened its doors and hung up a sign that was 20% off today.

Burberry Street's women's luxury clothing store puts on the latest clothing models.

Su Junyan also woke up in this bustling.

He and Yan Qi drank wine all night last night, and it was inevitable that his head hurt a little when he got up, and his body was extremely weak now.

He couldn't stand up.

But he insisted on standing up, because he had something to do today.

After eating the breakfast prepared by the bartender, Su Junyan said goodbye to him and went out.

The bartender was still the same bartender, and when he saw Su Junyan, his face was full of surprise.

He probably thought that Su Junyan was dead.

Ordering a rental carriage, Su Junyan put his destination at the headquarters of the Central Wangcheng Demon Warlock Association.

He's going to see Master ****.

The carriage stopped at Central Street, and Su Junyan paid the fare and got out of the car, walking towards the headquarters of the Demon Warlock Association.

The person in charge of the hall of the headquarters of the Demonic Warlock Association was still that Evans, and when he saw Su Junyan, he was also obviously stunned.

With that incredible feeling.

He also felt that Su Junyan was dead.

Su Junyan looked at his gaze, and suddenly felt like a world away.

Smiling at him, Su Junyan asked him to inform the **** master.

The Master is a demonic maniac who hardly leaves the laboratory for almost a moment.

So it went smoothly, Evans informed Su Junyan that Master **** Master is now at the headquarters.

But......

"The master has been in a bad mood recently, you ......" Evans wanted to speak and stopped, although this person is narrow-minded, but it can be seen that he still really cares about the **** master.

After all, the **** master is a very protective person, and he must be good for his subordinates.

It's just that the shortness he used to protect the most is now gone.

Artist, and did not return with Lucifer them.

He was lost forever in the eastern part of the New World.

Actually, it's dead.

This is the reason why the **** master has been in a bad mood recently.

When Su Junyan came out, he also learned this information in the chat with Odysseus.

"I see. Su Junyan nodded, but still insisted on seeing ****.

"Then come with me. Evans was no longer reluctant.

He took Su Junyan to the **** commonly used laboratory.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

After a long time, I heard a low sound from inside, come in.

It's a bit of a depression.

It's like the loss of a child.

And when Su Junyan really pushed the door open and saw the ****.

He felt that **** was really dead son.

This phrase may seem hard to hear at first glance.

But Su Junyan's first feeling was like this.

****, who is always focused on the magic pattern drawings on weekdays, is holding a few drawings that I don't know what they are drawing, and is looking at them in distraction.

I don't know if I'm looking at the drawings or in a daze.

A person who almost regarded demonic patterns as his life actually lost interest in demonic patterns.

Moreover, on weekdays, the **** who pays attention to his personal image is very particular, and his beard now looks like he has not been repaired for many days, and his face is full of decadence.

It can be seen that that kind of pain has been heartbroken.

"Master......" Su Junyan stood at the door and called him softly.

There was no response, still there, in the dusty light, looking at the two drawings that didn't know what they were drawing.

"Master ......" called for the second time.

This time, **** finally reacted.

He was stunned for a moment, and after a long time, he raised his head and glanced at the door, and said, "Oh, Jun Yan, you are here, come here." ”

He said this, but he still didn't put down the drawings in his hand.

Su Junyan looked at him and suddenly felt that he was already very old.

That kind of old is not physical old.

Rather, in the heart.

Originally, **** gave people the feeling that it was the kind of resolute and resolute, not at all like the perseverance of an old man.

Now, there is only one kind of emptiness, old age.

Exhaustion.

Su Junyan had heard others say in private before that **** had never married a wife in his life, and he really regarded Artist, a personal disciple, as a son.

Now that I look at it, it's true.

He ...... Did you leave anything behind?" When Su Junyan approached, **** suddenly asked.

“...... He was suddenly gone. Although he didn't want to say it, Su Junyan still had to say it.

Artist's disappearance is so bizarre that he can only be blamed for his fate.

"Maybe ......" Su Junyan suddenly felt that he really shouldn't come.

"It's fine. **** interrupted him, and finally put down the drawings in his hand.

Su Junyan noticed that there were some messes on it, almost graffiti, and it was not a magic pattern composition at all.

Looking at that handwriting, it should be the work of Artist.

"Maybe I really shouldn't have pressed that much. **** didn't know if he was talking to himself, or if he was talking to Su Junyan.

"Master......" Su Junyan wanted to say mourning, but he felt that he couldn't say it.

"By the way, are you here today, is there anything wrong?" **** At this time, I finally remembered Su Junyan's intention, or rather, Su Junyan.

"I want to tell the Master that the last thing you gave me has made new progress. Su Junyan said this, and took out a well-drawn magic pattern composition.

It was a completely different composition from any of the magic patterns on the market today.

That's not about the transformation and release of spiritual power.

Rather, it is about transforming its own energy into external energy.

That is, the rumored forbidden technique.

But **** seemed to be uninterested in this, so he took a hasty look at it and put it aside.

Su Junyan also understood his feelings.

He didn't really come here to show him the results.

It's just that, after all, it was something that was promised before.

He couldn't bring Artst back from the Eastern Territories, so give it to him.

Is it also a kind of compensation?

But he will never know how much this thing used to be useful to ****.

And, now, how little is it for him.

"Well, then, I take my leave. Su Junyan felt that his goal had been achieved.

"En......" **** nodded, still in a daze.

It wasn't until Su Junyan walked to the door that he said, "Junyan, if you are free in the future, come more." ”

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The state is so bad that it explodes.

Don't speak, discipline.