Frost looked at the pocket watch on his wrist for the third time, and made eye contact with the secretary to confirm that the time was correct.

The manor's interior conference hall is not dark, with a circular dome of stained glass, sunlight shining through the dome on the large long tables, beautifully manicured green vines surrounding the surrounding columns, and the fragrance of plants in the air.

On the side of the vacant main seat, the old man with red sandalwood beads shook his head slightly, closed his eyes and said something in his mouth at the same time, and he didn't seem to care about the master's tardiness.

On the other side, by contrast, the dissatisfaction on Frost's face was evident, and he had always been adept at using this method to express his position clearly.

On Frost's side, a middle-aged man who loves to ride sits in the seat, with a kind smile on his face, and across from him, a girl with blonde hair has a serious expression, but there is still some baby fat on her small face, which makes people laugh.

At this time, the girl's eyes were still with a curiosity that was gradually brewing. In just three years, the name of the Lady of Laurent was widely spread among the ancient half-breed family, and after a tacit political conspiracy, no one thought that a girl from the Royal Academy of Arts could sit firmly in the chair of the head of the family, and even raised Laurent's voice in the Presbyterian Church to the extent of competing with Gattuso.

In a sense, the situation of the girl and Yin Lizabeth is similar, and she has a longing for Yin Lizabeth.

Glamorous, iron-fisted, noble. It's just that this vision seems to be in danger of collapsing.

"There is an urgent situation that has slowed down the head of the Laurent family." She turned to the butler behind her, dressed in a deacon's robe, to ask.

"Normally, emergencies also give way to the presbytery, and for the first time in nearly a decade, the meeting was not held on time." The butler replied in a whisper.

Directly opposite the main seat of the long table, Ange folded his hands and looked a little gloomy, which was a rare case.

Even in the most angry moments, the old man would not easily tear off the skin of a gentleman, but would always wrap a mask on his face, on which was painted an elegant smile with a rather British atmosphere.

But now Ange is not in a good mood, both in public and private. Finally, when Frost couldn't help but look at the fourth time, Yin Lizabeth pushed open the door of the conference hall, and the standard black evening dress was draped in a brown men's trench coat, and the twenty-one-year-old girl entered the hall, her silver eyes sweeping over every school director.

The girl's silver eyes swayed with golden flames, and the noble majesty bestowed by the dragon's blood instantly filled the entire space.

Frost frowned slightly. Because there's more than one person stepping here. The man who looked to be in his early twenties followed the girl in, dressed in a simple white shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, and dark black peach blossom eyes, which playfully swept over the faces of each school director, and finally fixed on the face of Gattuso's acting head of the house, and his lips did not move.

Although silent, Frost read Chen Mo's words according to the shape of his mouth.

"Long time no see." The blonde-haired girl stared blankly at the two of them and walked to the end of the long table, and after Yin Lizabeth sat down, the man stood quietly behind him, just like the butler behind him.

The reason for her sluggishness is naturally not an unrealistic nymphomaniac, but certain traces. The neckline of the black evening dress was designed high, but it still revealed Yin Lizabeth's delicate collarbones like melting snow, and at this time, there were a few surging red marks around it, which were not eye-catching, but they were extremely conspicuous on the girl's white skin like snow.

"Except in certain exceptions, presbyterian attendees should not bring anyone else with them." Frost's gaze flicked at the trace, and he objected.

"Then this is a special case." Yin Lizabeth's tone was as clear as water.

"If the Laurent family wants to add an entourage to the meeting, you should prepare a proposal and put it forward at this or a future meeting, and the school board will decide to approve it before implementing it." The smile on the face of the middle-aged man who had always been kind no longer came, and after removing the somewhat contrived expression, the face underneath was cold and slightly nervous: "Instead of bringing unrelated people to the council of elders without permission, this is a provocation to the majesty of the secret party." ”

"There's no need." The girl shook the bronze bell in her hand, and as she spoke, she handed the symbolic symbol of added meaning to the man behind her: "The presbyterian council has appointed the attendees to be Laurent's head of the family, so we participated in the meeting according to the rules this time, and not one person is absent by default at other times. ”

"Laurent has two masters at the same time," the old man who was twisting the Buddha beads opened his eyes slightly,

"Won't you tell us about the people behind you?" The girl pulled out a document that had been placed on the table beforehand and handed it to the old man at hand.

"This is a document, as you can see, behind me, as the head of the Laurent family and the fiancé of Elisabeth Laurent." This is obviously enough weighty news, they both know how many olive branches have been rejected by the ancient family in the past few years, marriage is one of the most powerful means of establishing an alliance, and for Laurent's behemoth, an alliance means tying the object of marriage to his own warship, and the effectiveness of binding is far from being comparable to that of an alliance.

But these requests for marriage were completely rejected, according to a few half-breed giants buried in Laurent's inner line, Yin Lisabeth also rejected the request for intermarriage within the clan, and simply fell neatly to the point of leaving no mercy, and the branches of the clan were immediately cleaned up with an iron fist.

But what's going on now? The old man flipped through the document and finished it at a speed that was not at all in line with appearances.

The most valuable thing in it is nothing more than the words 'Flammel'. The alchemy master who has stood on the outsider for hundreds of years can't help but end?

The old man handed the paper to the next school director, silently pondering the meaning behind it. This wasn't a bad thing for the Secret Party in general, they had coveted Flamell's alchemy knowledge for many years, and it was the key to them getting those techniques.

But the situation in the Presbyterian Church will undoubtedly change to a certain extent. Frost quickly finished the document whose authenticity was to be discussed, and he knew that the Kassel student who traded with him over the phone was now in the same room as him, but he didn't break it [Recommended, the source change app chasing books is really easy to use, download it here.huanyuanappEveryone can try it soon.]

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"So let's get back to today's topic, because Ange has to keep some things secret, I think you here may not have received accurate information until now, and your understanding is still stuck in those words that chase after the wind and shadows." The girl raised her hand slightly, and the man rattled the bell softly.

"But I think now Ange can announce it to our elders."

"For the first time in history, the Secret Party has obtained an unhatched dragon king hatchling, and the true owner of that egg may be the throne of bronze and fire."