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Chapter 84: The Human Touch

Tracy stared at the painting with a complicated expression, and only spoke for a long time, "The army you want is outside the city of Fanzhuo, is three thousand people enough?" ”

"Enough." He stood by the window and looked into the distance, the undulating roof, the haze that stretched into the distance, looked down at the painting, slightly old, irises should not bloom in the snow, should bloom in a warm and moist place, but it was not satisfactory, born in the snow all year round Ales, after the cold but bloomed.

Like her, she should be living unrestrained, but she is always struggling, and he doesn't mind her hurt, because this hurt is probably the same for herself. She doesn't lie, her eyes are avoiding her gaze when she lies, but no matter how false she is, leaving is always true.

Tracy seemed to understand something when she noticed that he was distracted again. So he interrupted his distraction, "I really don't understand, you have so many troops under your command, what do you need from Bruch's people with only 10,000 people?" ”

"You don't need to worry about this, that's the end of our deal."

Tracy looked at his slender figure standing by the window, slightly stunned, he was still a little humane, not as cold-blooded as he seemed on the surface, otherwise how could he lend his art museum to himself, and tell Tistano so much.

Put on airs.

Tracy smiled incomprehensibly and turned away.

But the saddest thing was that the little human touch that Tracy had given to him in such extravagance was brought to him by Morrow.

The once-in-a-century Secret League has finally begun.

The entire demon party was celebrating, and what was hidden under the celebration was a tense atmosphere. This is especially true of the Ales Palace, which is about to welcome all the top echelons of the secret party.

Moro was a little more nervous in comparison, the alliance would be handled by him and Roland, except for any issues, on behalf of the Demon Party and the entire Ales family.

Roland waited in Moro's suite early, looked up and saw her put on twelve-centimeter high heels in great pain, shook it for a while, he immediately stood up and helped her, and said helplessly, "Haven't you gotten used to it yet?" ”

"yes." She stood firm on his arm, and said helplessly.

Morrow glanced at Roland, who was dressed in a well-cut gown that showed off his perfect figure, with his signature heartwarming smile on his face, his amber eyes shining with tenderness and thoughtfulness, and even his arms bent at a calculated angle, indeed, Roland looked like a flawless fiancé.

She was even secretly glad that he wouldn't come.

The door of the warm golden banquet hall opened, and there were only people from the Demon Party in the banquet hall, and then some waiters were busy, and the people from the secret party had not yet arrived.

"Follow me." Roland reminded in a low voice, and had already intimately brought her a cup of blood first, "Drink a little first, you have to deal with it all night, I'm afraid your current body can't stand it." ”

"Hmm." She took the blood and took a few steps back, her slender body swaying slightly.

"What's wrong?"

She frowned slightly, staring at the blood spilled on the ground, and the flashy pair of high heels under her feet, "I'm afraid I'm wearing the wrong shoes, these shoes are really uncomfortable." ”

Roland took it out and glanced at it, "It's too late to go back and change, bear with me a little, I'll send you back to change in a while, you just follow me first, I'll help you." ”

As he spoke, the warm golden door opened again, and Moro straightened his posture and put the wine glass on the waiter's plate.