The man finally came to his senses and sat down on the ground, looking at Diana with some blankness.

Diana had finished the phone call before the man came to his senses, saying that the call was really just a call for Fisk.

The golden mantra lasso tied the man's upper body in an instant, and the man only felt that his upper body was tightly bound, and there was a little burning sensation coming from the golden mantra lasso.

"The High Table sent you?" Diana tugged at the lasso of mantra and began to ask questions to the man.

The man didn't want to speak, but the burning sensation from the lasso of the mantra, as well as the burning heat that invaded his heart, made him have to speak: "No, it was the God King who said that he wanted to see you, so he asked me to come over as a substitute." ”

The moment he opened his mouth to speak the truth, the burning heat from the Lasso of Truth had already disappeared for the most part.

"Where's the high table?" Diana didn't believe that being a general being of the Dark Council would not be aware that she had reached a cooperation with Fisk to get Fisk into the high table.

"The high table is just waiting to see what happens, and even now the agents of the gods cannot enter the highest meeting of the high table." The man opened his mouth to answer Diana's question, and even though Diana had only said four words, the man was now eager to tell the woman in front of him everything he knew.

"To put it bluntly, you are the work of the gods, why did the supreme council of the human organization let you in." Diana knew very well what these people were thinking, it was just that the gods had not paid attention to their affairs for too long, and gradually stopped fearing the gods.

Isn't it all like that?

No one can escape from such a law, the near is not inferior, and the far is resentful.

That's the way it is.

You can kill ninety-nine bad people, but if one wave hits someone who isn't a bad person, then you're a sinner.

Diana has no interest in the power struggle inside the High Table, and she has only one purpose, to make Fisk a member of the new High Table.

Diana flicked the mantra lasso, and the golden lasso left the man, leaving only the man in the suit who was still trembling.

"No, don't you ask?" The man couldn't believe it, so he just let him go? After asking a total of two painless questions, did you stop torturing yourself?

"What's there to ask a little minion?" Diana looked at the ice cream that had turned into a puddle of ice cream, and felt a little lost.

"Shouldn't I go?" The man stood up and asked Diana.

Diana shook her head: "You still have to stay here for a while, someone will take you away." Diana picked up the ice cream she couldn't eat, threw it in the garbage bag, and headed to the kitchen to make something to eat.

The man couldn't understand that Diana had left himself aside like this, as long as he could communicate with the god king again, he could escape at any time.

The man closed his eyes and was just about to start communicating when he heard Diana's voice.

"That's right." Diana stuck her head out of the kitchen and said, "I hope you didn't try to communicate with that old fellow Zeus, I not only erased his consciousness from you, but also the connection between the two of you." ”

The man opened his eyes and looked at Diana in horror.

Seeing that the man's expression was wrong, Diana also understood that this product seemed to have tried: "It seems that you have tried, it's okay, you will believe it after a few more failures." ”

After Diana finished speaking, she started her big career in the kitchen again, after all, she had a press conference today, and she was a little tired, so she made herself a delicious meal to compensate.

Although Diana is telling the truth, the problem is that this kind of person who has been in the dark world is inherently unable to trust others wholeheartedly.

The man closed his eyes again and tried to communicate with the Greek gods again, but soon he realized that Diana was right, and that he had completely lost the ability to communicate with the gods.

He was like a loach out of the water, slumped to the ground.

"Jingle bell..."

That's when Diana's visitor's phone rang.

"Hello." Wiping her hands, Diana didn't pay attention to a rotten fish-like man and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Miss Prince, there are three people who say they are your friends and have come to visit you." The front desk said cautiously, "The person at the head of it is called Winston." ”

Diana didn't hesitate, just told the front desk that the three people were indeed her friends and hung up.

The front desk looked at the three men in front of her, the Winston felt like an old English gentleman, but the other two people he brought with him were not good people at first glance.

"Shall we visit Miss Prince?" There was a gentle smile on Winston's face, he seemed to have always been like this, and he had never had a moment that would surprise him.

"Okay, okay. Miss Prince has agreed to your visit. ”

"Thank you." Winston gave a hat salute to the lady at the front desk, and then led the three men behind him to the elevator leading to Diana's apartment.

After Diana hung up, she kicked the rotten fish lying on the ground.

"Someone will pick you up in a moment." With that, Diana plunged back into the kitchen.

The godless eyes of the man on the ground at the moment slowly regained a little brightness, maybe he no longer wanted to be a puppet-like god agent.

He's going to get into the high table, the real high table.

A bold and feasible approach came to mind.

"Ding!"

The elevator arrives at Diana's apartment, and Winston and his party appear in front of the man.

"Mr. Antonio." After Winston saluted slightly to the man lying on the ground at the moment, he didn't move, just waiting for Diana to appear.

Diana didn't have the heart to bother with Winston at the moment, her feast was about to be finished, which was a more important matter.

After all, she's still very lazy, and as a child she was interested in training, but not so much in other things like cooking.

But because she is old enough, what she can make can barely be compared with the top chefs everywhere. Who let her live long enough?

As long as you live long enough, even the most difficult things will slowly become easier... Except for math problems.

Now, as long as she can do it herself, she basically doesn't cook, at most, occasionally the things outside are really unappetizing, so she will make them and eat them herself.

When Diana cleaned up her meal, Winston still stood in the living room with a calm face, without the slightest suspicion that someone was coming to dismount.

As the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, he has met all kinds of people, and now he has only come to meet a god who really lives on earth. What's more, this god appeared in everyone's sight in a decent way, and there was no need to worry about the sudden outburst of murder.

In a sense, the place where they stand now is much safer than the Continental Hotel.

The man on the floor also got up, but he, like Winston, chose to wait for the one to come out of the kitchen.

Even though they both knew that the other party was their task, no one dared to act rashly.

Until...