"Mistress Barceló, if Lady Rose wants you to see her, will you go?"

The matriarch's gaze was fixed on the black-haired man's hand, and she looked incredulously at the glittering pendant, the deep gem on it like a black hole, absorbing her consciousness from it, unable to extricate herself.

The hostesses on both sides of it were also like Barcelo, and these guys who had the opportunity to come into contact with the oracle of the goddess all had shocked expressions, and there was some regret in them.

The dark-haired man looked at the attitude of the superior in front of him with satisfaction.

At this moment, there was a high-pitched roar of a god in his head, and it felt like he was talking to another Drow woman.

"Zhuge Clan, this is not the same as what we said!" The other party's crazy voice seemed so pleasant to the black-haired man.

"But the result is the same, isn't it?" Zhuge raised the pendant to his eyes, and he responded with a smile.

"You should use your wit, not brute force!" roared incessantly, "how can such a clumsy performance satisfy my pleasure?"

"Satisfy your pleasure?"

"Isn't it clear in your script that you will use my hand to help you deal with Gulrolla's cancer, and then kill me?"

There was some silence, and then the smile on the black-haired man's face grew stronger, and he added, "The remaining shadow energy in the magic net has clearly told me why we are here. I don't want to cause any trouble, and I have nothing to do with the festivals between you lords. ”

"But for the sake of you giving me this artifact, I'm reluctant to help you solve some minor problems. You should be grateful, and you should have this attitude towards your benefactor?"

"You know, it's impossible!" Goddess Rose's tone was extremely unkind, she couldn't accept that the real object of the trick was herself, "The secrets of the Shadow Pendant are known only to the most devout Underworld believers, and you ......"

The black-haired man interrupted the woman's chatter, and he always seemed impatient in this regard: "Don't instill me with any magic sticks, I don't eat you!"

"Misla's magic network and Shar's shadow magic network belong to the same origin, and the magic structure can be clearly understood by analyzing it. It's just a little trick like you to deceive an ignorant little girl!"

"You, the arrogant human male!"

"And, again, don't give me that trick theory. I don't have any opinion on you playing feminist supremacy and building a matriarchal society, but you really have the ability to spread your ideas to the world!"

"If you don't have the ability, you will only nest in this hole in the ground where you can't see your fingers, what kind of goddess are you embarrassed to proclaim?"

"Aren't you worried that I'll immediately activate my divine thoughts and make you lose your spirit?" Rose's tone was slightly low, and she was annoyed and unwillingly threatened by the offense to Shenwei.

"You have the guts to murder the elect of another powerful god with a medium divine power. Do you want to start an all-out war now, and start implementing your great plan of expansion?"

Goddess Rose was speechless for a while, but as a god, she still maintained her dignity. But this kind of thing, the black-haired man naturally knows it, it's just to give Zhang the stairs down. What's more, in his plan, he wants much more than that.

"Dear Lady Rose, I have no intention of offending you, except that the terms and conditions of the transaction need to be changed slightly. ”

"It's not convenient for you to meddle directly in human affairs, but I can. The man glanced at the women on the throne with evil intentions, and he smiled, believing that what he saw would also reach the consciousness of the other, so he continued.

"I believe it's okay for these of your subordinates to make small moves, but how can you enlighten your mind if you are confined to such a dark and closed place for a long time? In the end, it is nothing more than supporting your troops, which does not seem to be of much help to your strategic policy. ”

"If you take a long-term view, men are sometimes relied on by women. ”

"Beautiful Miss Rose. Zhuge summed up with a smile, "It's not a bad thing to give me this place. On the contrary, the exchange of interests needs to be fair, and only when fairness and integrity exist at the same time, you can reign on the earth. ”

"I am assuring you now as the chosen person of the goddess Misra. You are aware of my purpose. ”

"It's as if your thoughts are more exciting. After thinking for a moment, Goddess Rose seemed to let go of something, "The pendant will be handed over to you, and things will be done cleanly." ”

The consciousness projected by the goddess Rose vanished, and what had just happened was only a brief moment in reality. The mistresses came back to their senses and stared at the human man of unknown origin in front of them with horrified eyes.

And Zhuge knew that although Rose handed over the authority of Gulrola to himself, whether he could eat this cake or not, everything could only rely on himself. However, bread always has to be eaten bite by bite, and there is always a priority in everything.

"So, dear lady Barceló, do you need to continue the discussion about the name of Goddess Rose?" asked the black-haired man casually. The other waved his hand weakly, and sat down in his seat, his gloomy face as if he was much older.

The black-haired man threw the pendant into the air, drew his long sword from the scabbard behind him with his backhand, and quickly flashed his sword swords and stabbed towards the necklace that fell in the air. The tip of the sword slammed into the pendant hard, and instead of making a collision sound, it created a small black hole in the staggered position. Soon, the black hole spread along the blade to the hilt, forming a carved pattern with black lettering on the top.

The handle stretched out with eight narrow spikes, piercing into the black-haired man's arm like a spider's long legs. A strong sharp pain stimulated Zhuge 's brain, but then there was a paralyzing sensation that calmed the severe pain.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the eyes of the high priest of Drow, Cersilis, the black-haired man's face looks more delicate, soft, and bewitching. Maybe it's the after-effect of some kind of spell casting.

"My purse is hungry for a long time. Zhuge looked at the second-ranked martial arts master in the underground city of Gulrolla, he smiled evilly, and the long sword in his hand was restored in the sheath. He raised his hand and hooked his index finger at Serafi and said, "So, let's get started?"

Drow, a male who was subject to habitual thinking, couldn't hold it anymore, and he rushed towards the black-haired man angrily, and in his movements, he could see the shadow of Zorn's martial arts chief.

"Who the hell are you, and why are you targeting me everywhere!" asked the head of the Evant family's martial arts angrily.