"No, it's not. It wasn't a misunderstanding. ”

Conrad Coetzes in the eyes of the primitives, the familiar midnight ghost in Carlil's eyes, whispered.

I knew it was going to happen.

Carlil sighed silently, and although there was no sound, the movement was obvious.

He was familiar with the Ghost's personality and knew how the latter would react to something that might involve 'Carlil Lohals'.

However, that didn't surprise him - he could even guess what Foggrim had said to the ghost.

It is nothing more than an outward manifestation of arrogance that penetrates deep into the marrow of mortals, and it is not surprising.

This has been the case since ancient times, and few people have been exempt from this curse.

Once you have great power, you will inevitably rise to pride and treat others as stupid pigs and sheep. Only their own kind in their eyes can earn some rare respect.

What's more, this group of demigods is indeed qualified to be arrogant. Wraiths are only a year and a half old and can already show such powerful combat power, how strong should these four obviously be adults?

"Brothers......

The Chemus looked up with a pale face and a dull look in his eyes, and gazed at the ghost. "I beg your forgiveness to forgive me."

"Nope." The ghost shook his head.

His voice was soft and firm—but Carlil began to feel more and more headaches.

The reason is simple, the ghost doesn't speak High Gothic.

The low tactfulness and hissing of Nostramo resounded in the golden ballroom, the soft light still soft, but for the first time, the giant seated in the throne stopped eating.

"Conrad ......"

"I don't have that name." The ghost hissed. "You shouldn't ask for my forgiveness, Mr. Foggrim."

Vogrim's face began to grow paler, and his creamy complexion now looked almost as pale as the ghost's gloomy pale color.

He couldn't understand Nostramo, but he could tell the answer he wanted from Conrad Coetze's tone.

What to do?

Unable to help himself, he glanced down at Ferus.

The silver-handed giant looked at him with a blank expression, his eyes calm, and after a moment, he shook his head slightly.

I can't help you.

Vogrim closed his eyes and sat down tremblingly, as if he had lost all his strength—he couldn't imagine what would happen next.

Through his own fault, a brother has a rebellion against the empire and his father...... How can this be?

"Sit down, Spirit." Karil hissed. "Or go out for a walk - right now, there's no one in the hallway."

"What about you, Carlil?"

"I'll fix this."

The ghost blinked and nodded—he didn't ask Carlil what he was trying to solve, he just left his seat like a puff of smoke.

And the emperor did not stop, he just stared calmly. Dorne and Loja had tried very hard to observe his expression, but they had not been able to come up with a half-word explanation from his father's face.

The former frowned, while the latter looked at Carlil with some anger in his eyes.

The ghost made his way to the gate, and he walked calmly, his posture almost gliding - at the last moment before leaving, he turned around and made a throwing motion.

Superman's agility caused a pendant to hit the table with precision and land next to Fogrim.

Then he spoke in Gothic.

"Give it back to you."

The Chemus clenched his fists in a daze, and Ferus looked at him calmly, finally reaching out and patting him on the back comfortingly.

The door opened, then closed again.

+ Your family atmosphere is a little different from what I imagined. +

+ Is it bad? +

+ What do you think? +

+ You don't understand, Carlil...... I can't listen to each of them like an ordinary father, I have to try to maintain an image that has feelings in the subtleties. +

+ You are shaping yourself in the direction of the gods, what good is it for you? +

+ I have never done this before, and when you join, you will understand how resistant I am to religion. +

+ Well, one of your sons has honored you as God. +

+ That is the path he has chosen, and I cannot ask him to change. +

+ Have you asked him? +

+...... What? +

+ This is psionic communication, Mr. Neos, so there is no possibility that you will not be able to hear me clearly. You have heard me very clearly. +

+ But ......+

+ Also, the ghost is angry with you, after all, you haven't even spoken a word to him until now. +

+...... I couldn't force him to accept me, he already had a definition of his father's choice in his mind. +

+ Does your definition of coercion also include a simple greeting? You've been an eye-opener for me. +

Shaking his head, Carlil hung up on psionic communication. The giant seated on the throne still maintained the calm of his expression, and that calmness was firmly held on his face like a mask.

And Carlil knew that he was bleeding.

"So, what the hell is going on, Fogrem?" Roger Dorn asked his brother solemnly.

'Rock' didn't seem to have anything to do with the banquet at the moment, and he stood at the table, his expression so serious that it was intimidating. There was not the slightest ripple in his tone, but anyone could tell that he was asking.

“...... I, I broke his heart. ”

Fogram looked up, his eyes spreading over the chandeliers and tablecloths that fell vertically from the ceiling. There were five people around him, and he didn't look at any of them.

He said in a low voice, "I broke his heart, Rogge......"

"I'm going to describe it exactly." Roger Dorn asked calmly. "Like some description of your conversation, not this kind of ambiguous topic."

"Are you going to make me disappointed in myself again?!" Fogham roared abruptly. "I've been humiliated enough by my arrogance today!"

He raised his hands to cover his face and stopped talking.

Silence fell again.

At this moment, the giant who sat on the throne slowly stood up. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a clean, soft napkin, and then went straight to the door, without a word.

Of the four present, only Carlil knew what he was going to do.

“...... Father? Luo Jia shouted blankly.

"Go on." With his back to them, the man with the mask said calmly. "Solve the problem."

It was as if he was giving orders.

Carlil couldn't help but laugh, he really couldn't understand how anyone could be so awkward about his son that he didn't even dare to say a superfluous word.

Do you care too much?

It's funny. He narrowed his eyes.

This expression was fully seen by Luo Jia on the side, and the golden giant couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Carlile, what are you laughing at?" Does my father make you funny? Or does my brother's grief strike you as ridiculous? ”

"None of them." Carlil replied calmly.

He seemed completely indifferent to the questioning of Luo Jia, such a demigod.

Rog Dorn frowned again: "Lorka. ”

"No, Rogge!"

Luo Jia stood up and firmly and persistently placed her right hand on a heavy book on the table. He spoke aloud, and there was a bit of speech in his voice.

"Since you don't want to say it, then I'll do it!"

"Yes, Mr. Caril, you have raised our brother, and you have taken good care of him - for that we are grateful to you, and my father even allowed you to have dinner with him! Do you know what a privilege it is? ”

"But!"

"If you take this as evidence that you can be unscrupulous, then you are very wrong!"

Carlil frowned, "I've never been unscrupulous—"

"-No, you have!" Loja raised her voice, interrupting and overshadowing Carlil's explanation with his voice. For a genoplasm, this is a no-brainer.

"I can see your manipulation of our brother Conrad Coetzes! Do you dare to say that you don't? You communicate with him in the local language, you let him out, and you're also—"

"—shh

The temperature of Senhan suddenly dropped in the next moment, and Luo Jia closed her mouth abruptly, and the muscles in her body stiffened like stuck gears in an instant.

+Don't go too far......+

+ You can educate them yourself. +

+ I can't. +

With a long sigh, Carlil slowly stood up - this time, he didn't jump out of his chair.

His figure is rising, two meters, three meters, four meters...... He became taller than Lorja, and he looked down at him, standing calmly at the table.

There is a blue light in the eyes, and it is intensely blazing.

"You misunderstand me a lot." Carlil whispered. But I'm not surprised, after all, prejudice and arrogance are human. Although you are powerful, you are not exempt from vulgarity. ”

His voice was soft, but it clearly crossed the long table and reached the ears of Roger Donn, Fogham, and Ferus Manus.

As for Luo Jia......

Carlil's soft voice thundered in his ears.

"But, listen up...... Whether it's Conrad Coetzes or the Midnight Ghost. He was a free man who decided for himself what he wanted to do, and decided for himself the path he wanted to take. I can't make decisions for him, and I definitely won't make decisions for him. ”

"Manipulation?"

Carlil chuckled.

"Judging by your attire, the scriptures on your skin, and the books you have at hand, I know that you are probably a devout believer. I'm right, right? ”

"It's funny that religion was born to manipulate people's spirits and fool their wills, and now you're talking to me about manipulation?"

"You don't know anything about me or him, Mr. Lorga Aurelian, what makes you say such things?"

"Is it your love for your brothers, or your faith in your father? The God in your eyes has been dishonored, and you, a devout believer, are going to restore this face for him? ”

The smile faded, and he left the table coldly, and the door slid open without wind, and then slammed shut. After that, a sentence resounded throughout the banquet hall.

"It's ridiculous."

A moment later, a furious roar rang out.