The most hateful thing is that the old pawn bastard smiled when Orin saw him again! Damn! Why is the expression of your dead face so rich, hey!

Inkaka, who was sitting in the corner, looked at the voyeur on the high platform with some confusion, and seemed to be a little unable to understand why the peeping master, who was a demigod, would be extremely obedient in his arms at the beckon of that ordinary young man. But she didn't ask a question, just as if she hadn't seen it.

After all, the importance of this banquet may not be clear to Fran alone. In a sense, the feast of bliss that the rejoicers were sure to attend was no longer just a secret ceremony for Fran to enter the growth period, but also a banquet for the first time that the rejoicers pushed Fran, the second family member who had never appeared in the eyes of everyone, to the front of the stage.

As a strange person in the gods who is called a crazy woman, the family of the party who rejoices is just Dan Shi since he became a god, and even Dan Shi is just a family member he specially created in order to escape those mundane things. In other words, Fran, who can also be called an outlier in the group of monsters, is, in a sense, the first family member in the true sense of the party.

The Mad Lady is different, as opposed to the feasters, known for her large number of dependents, and never hesitates to reward her with strength as long as it gives him enough amusement.

There were guests arriving gradually, mostly with familiar faces, most of them carrying large or small packages, the only thing they had in common was that they were all richly decorated, apparently specially prepared to wrap the gifts.

Poson walked slowly forward from the top of the stairs, carrying a suitcase in his left hand and a fist in his right hand, his palm covered with sweat. The usual hippie smile on his face has long been gone, a rather serious smile that has never appeared on his face, the expensive dress specially selected makes this guy who has not participated in the real banquet a little cramped for the first time, when he saw the figure of Fran sitting on the high platform, his clenched right hand raised slightly, as if he wanted to say hello, but suddenly thought of what the scene was at this time, so he put down his arm raised in the air a little crampedly.

Fran stared quietly at the hippie-smiling Poison with purple eyes. Or to be precise, Poson Gullidan, the illegitimate son of the currently reigning Gulidan II, at least that's what it says on that intelligence document. There was an unfamiliar smile on that familiar face, and it seemed to Fran that it was somewhat unrecognizable.

Fran gestured to the short tables in front of him, and motioned for Poison to sit there. Poison was stunned for a moment when he saw Fran's movements, and then walked to the short table and sat down at the short table, with a little awkward step under the gaze of everyone, and then a beautiful woman came to pour him a drink.

Looking at Posen, who was in front of him in a panic and thanked the beauty, Fran's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water. Did he really care about Posen's concealment? That's clearly fake. The thorny road of growth that is spurned by thousands of people has long made Fran habitually not have absolute trust in anyone, let alone expect some good things.

Under this deformed mind, which Furlong knew was strange, he did not believe that anything good could happen without a cost. For Fran, the two siblings were not just the most important human anchors, but also a beacon of light that shimmered in the fog.

But now suddenly a loved one pops out of nowhere, holding up a strange document telling you that there is something wrong with the lighthouse next to you. Fran also wanted to tear up the document happily, and then scold Dan Yan, but he could clearly perceive the connection between Dan Yan's deep honesty and bloodline, which caused the authenticity of the document to become a mystery, but this matter was not difficult to solve, he just needed to open his mouth to ask Poson. But......

Will Poson tell the truth?

The big fool, before he realized his mistake, took a sip of the glass and pushed it aside in shock, noticing Fran's gaze, and smiled back with a rusty aristocratic smile.

What a fool, Fran raised the glass on the table and toasted to Posen. Posen's face was bitter, but in this situation, he couldn't lose Fran's face, so he could only bitterly pick up the cup of unknown wine that made him spicy enough and clink glasses with Fran.

The bitter and spicy liquor flowed into Fran's throat like a stream of lava. The corners of Fran's eyebrows twitched, and he regretted it in his heart, knowing that he should have asked the old butler to secretly replace the glass of wine in front of him with ordinary and inferior ale wine. Seeing the somewhat painful appearance of his young master, the old butler, who always stood behind Fran and regarded himself as a servant, took a few steps forward and added warm tea at the right temperature for Fran.

Looking at Fran who was leisurely drinking tea on the high platform, the corners of Poson's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes at Fran with some resentment.

"Oh? It's a young friendship that is heavy. The Dead Emperor on the side raised his glass, his eyebrows were full of urgency, and he raised his glass to Fran, obviously thinking of teasing Fran.

But this person's toast, how dare Fran not accept it?

Reluctantly, he raised his glass and drank it all as a sign of respect. Then he picked up the teacup in embarrassment and poured a few sips of warm tea vigorously, only to feel the pungency between his throats reced.

"That's one of your anchors?" The Dead Emperor also drank it all, and then threw the wine glass on the table as if he had nothing to do, and the pawn seemed to want to get up and pour the wine for the Dead Emperor again, but was pushed back by the Dead Emperor's anticipation of the prophet's blow, and could only sit on the chair with a nervous eye, without squinting.

"Yes." Fran exhaled and felt a slight burning pain in his lower abdomen. The old butler took down the wine glass for Fran at the right time, not because he was afraid that his young master would drink too much, but that the glass of wine in the cup just now was a strange wine called Mantra. Its infinite amplification of the purest thoughts of the heart and the great enhancement of sensitivity and intuition make this wine called Mantra competent as the introduction to most secret rituals.

The cup of the former Fran was enough to be used as an introduction to the secret rites of the three or four high levels on a regular day, and at Dan's request, in order to prevent his own brother from still cowering on such an important occasion, the always dictatorial food delivery man unceremoniously condensed all the existing mantras into a small cup. In order to infinitely amplify the role of the mantra. And the Dead Emperor obviously saw the greasy taste of the wine in that cup, but he didn't mind adding a small fire to this banquet.

To be honest, if there was no toast from the Dead Emperor, just how to make his own cautious young master drink all the mantras would have given the old housekeeper a headache.

Can't you tell Fran directly, your brother is afraid that you will be cowardly, thinking that you will drink Dafa, and then play drunk and crazy all the way over?

Oh, although after saying this, Fran will still obediently drink up the mantra, but the future Dan will definitely not have a good time.

"I've heard that your other anchor seems to be ......," a strange smile appeared on the young face of the Dead Emperor, "and seems to be quite obsessed with you......"

Fran reached out and lifted the teacup, trying to hide his embarrassment, but he forgot that he had poured the whole cup of warm tea into his throat after he had just drunk the spirits from above.

So, it's even more embarrassing.

The Dead Emperor laughed, as if this kind of trickery would make him feel a great pleasure. Fran sighed, and put down the empty cup in his hand a little helplessly, and the old butler stepped forward at the right time to fill the teacup again.

Damn it! Why not hurry up.

"Your Majesty is like this, which makes me a little at a loss." Fran's calm voice sounded, well, there seemed to be a slight resentment in his tone, but definitely only a little!

"Don't let down the beauty, Franqing, when you are a young man, you should have a long talk with the beauty......"

Fran turned his head, "I'm still young, I don't understand what His Majesty is talking about?" ”

The Dead Emperor was stunned, and then laughed loudly, "I really don't understand? ”

Fran replied honestly, "Yes, but not so." ”

"Franqing, you have to cherish the beauty, don't regret it when you lose it."

Fran was silent, his purple eyes closed and opened again, as if he had gone through some struggle.

"But Your Majesty, do you think monsters and normal people can end well?"

The Dead Emperor was a rare stunned when he heard this, and then recalled his not short memory, but smiled helplessly, "Difficult, one out of ten." ”

Fran didn't explain anything more, but just diverted the topic and asked a question that he was quite concerned about, "Your Majesty, you just called me Franqing, what do you mean?" ”

The Dead Emperor saw that Fran was not in the mood to continue the previous topic, but he did not continue to tease Fran, but leaned back on the chair, looking at the noisy guests under the high platform, obviously just sitting on a very ordinary high-backed chair, but he was sitting as if there was the dragon chair under him. He turned his head to look at Fran with a smile, "The word Qing is a good name for the courtiers before the country still survives." How? Doesn't Franqing want to be my old immortal's courtier? ”

Fran was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't expect this, without the slightest hesitation, "It's my honor to be Your Majesty's courtier." ”

"Uninteresting, uninteresting, uninteresting, tight!" The Dead Emperor shook his head like a child, and his tone was full of dissatisfaction, but fortunately, the old immortal who had been in the position of a pawn for many years knew his majesty's bad character, and hurriedly found an excuse to divert the Dead Emperor's attention from the dissatisfaction with Fran's polite words.

"Your Majesty, you call Fran a secretary, but Fran has no official position at the moment, why don't Your Majesty deign to find a place for Fran today? As a great gift for my country today? ”

The Dead Emperor raised his eyebrows, seemingly impressed by this proposal, and then quietly discussed it with the pawn. Seeing this, Fran let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the pawn who was obviously admonishing the dead emperor with a bitter face, and was quite grateful.