"Good. The black-haired man suddenly said, "Take him to the inner sanctum and wait for the fate, I believe that the goddess Rose will have a pleasant night." ”

"Since it's a practice, it should be maintained. I don't care how many little moves you have down there, but please do it nicely. An old man spoke in an old tone, but there was an indescribable sense of weirdness, "This matter can be as it should be, and the executor will leave it to Evante to deal with." ”

Zhuge surrounded the round table in the center, he walked to the side of the patriarch of the second family, and gently patted the other party's shoulder, the other party looked at him in some surprise, but quickly covered it up again, and the Barcelo mistress next to him widened her eyes and listened to the arrangement of the "divine messenger" in disbelief.

But before the black-haired man could finish speaking, he looked at the excited Edith Shelley, and the matriarch of the tenth family continued: "Edith, remember, all this is the will of the goddess Rose. He paused, emphasizing, "None of you here. ”

Zhuge looked at the other party's bowed look and Vino's demeanor, he teased the pendant on his chest, and added with a smile, "However, the main god is above, she must be very satisfied with your behavior." ”

"Still. The man raised his voice, he felt that the skill of impersonating Rose's name was becoming more and more proficient, "Small actions in private are fine, but remember, don't try to touch the bottom line of the Lord God." He glanced at everyone on the field, "Faith, this thing seems to determine your fate. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zorn, the strongest martial arts chief of Gulrolla, was looking at him, and the black-haired man nodded lightly at the other.

Then he walked back to Jura Iis, the matriarch of the Eighth Family, and gently pressed the other's body, but his eyes were fixed on the magnificent sky overhead. The black-haired man said in a tone of extreme disappointment, feeling a slight tremor in his hand from the other's body.

"Tonight, when you come to the inner sanctum, I think the Lord God must be extremely disappointed in your behavior. With that, the black-haired man turned around and walked in the direction of the throne without waiting for the other party's reply.

The maids descended the steps, casting a special spell on the young male Drow and escorting each other into the darkness through a side door.

Returning to his throne, the dark-haired man waved his hand and motioned for the discussion to continue. Using the precedent as an example, the quarrel below seemed very excited and enthusiastic, but Zhuge did not make a clear statement, but yawned from time to time and let the situation ferment.

"Sir, sir?" in a daze, he felt that someone was pushing him.

Zhuge slowly opened his eyes, "It's over?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for you. The red-haired girl replied.

The black-haired man looked at the audience, and the matriarchs finally closed their mouths, looked at themselves, and took off the pendant around his neck and played with it in the palm of his hand.

"Finished?" the man smiled, his fingers tapping on the armrest, "I just want to know now, how much you can prepare for the 'holy war' is coming." "An external enemy is always the best excuse for Anne.

"'Holy war'?" the matriarchs in the audience gasped, for how long had it been since they had heard the word.

It's just that the person doesn't seem to care much about their thoughts, and he turns his head to joke with the two ladies next to him, but the eyes of the strongest martial artist are always on his own - his attitude is a little mild, but I don't know if it's just because he nominally belongs to the Rachel family. The man remembered his plan, he immediately straightened his attitude and nodded solemnly to the other party, but the martial arts chief seemed to be a little confused by Zhuge Yi's unusually seriousness, and he furrowed his brows, as if confirming the other party's intentions.

Zhuge smiled and shook his head kindly.

"Guys, what is the result of the discussion?" he shrugged his shoulders at the large group of women in front of him, no matter what world it is, there will always be an illusion like a vegetable market in a place where women are gathered, and as for ducks, will there be ducks in this ghost place where there are not even small dried fish?

The matriarchs lost their former decisiveness, they looked left and right, as if looking for a backbone, and apart from the "oracle" who sat high on the throne, there was only one choice at the moment - the Barcelo mistress was a good "mouthpiece" and "spokesperson".

Regarding this issue, the matriarch of the first family also did not count in her heart, at least after the previous matriarch handed over the family to her, in her short tenure of more than 80 years, she did not encounter a similar situation, everything was fine and normal, "nothing happened" - except for the rise of the third family "Rachel" in a short period of time.

She reluctantly stood up and took the hot potato handed by everyone, "My lord, dare to ask the goal of the 'holy war'?"

"Target, have you forgotten Drow's blood feud?" the black-haired man panicked, his face not red, his heart not beating, he stood up and walked forward slowly, so it looked a bit imposing, "The enemy has already noticed us, what kind of fighting match can you do with nothing?"

"Is it true that this dark corner has already smoothed out your sharp teeth and sharp energy?" the man stepped forward, organizing his thoughts in his mind, he stepped forward and gently lifted the chin of the Barcelo hostess, the old woman in front of him was in her 300s, and she still looked like a young woman in her early 20s, "Or have you long forgotten the trust of Goddess Rose, and plan to continue to fight each other and be complacent in this place where birds don't?"

Zhuge looked a little disappointed, he didn't let go of the arm that restrained the patriarch of the first family, and at the same time spread his gaze outward, "Take a long-term view, your existence is to be able to make the female voice truly happy!"

He staggered his body slightly, and gave way to the throne in front of the idol behind him. The man gradually raised his voice, "Have you ever wondered why in more than 100 years, no patriarch has truly become the goddess's oracle, and no one has successfully sat on the coveted position so far?"

"Did you ever think that Gulrolla's oracle turned out to be a human?" and then he almost roared, "My presence means that Lord Rose's displeasure has reached the extreme!"

"If you continue to disturb the Goddess for the sake of some little things like cats and dogs. Zhuge paused, he looked at the patriarchs of the young family outside, and said with a chuckle, "Then, they may be happy to see themselves sitting in the middle seat." ”