Close the doors and windows around him, and carefully hang a hair-thick thread void at both ends of the doors and windows, and tie the other end to his hand.

Only when someone touches them, they will immediately notice because of the pulling of the thread.

After doing all this, Revent cautiously turned around and sat down in front of Don Quixote.

Looking at the old thing with a disapproving expression, he raised his eyebrows and spoke.

"Sometimes prudence can make life longer, and it's got to the point where if the plan is leaked out, everything for me will fail."

Then he took a sip of the water from his cup as a matter of course.

"So from the moment I tell you, you're going to stay with me all day unless I agree! Of course, if you don't want to listen, I don't mind paying a few more years of rent for this house. ”

Don Quixote swallowed his saliva, and the rejection that came to his mouth was swallowed back alive.

He took advantage of the time to support his eyes, quietly wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, and spoke.

"Of course, since I have decided to follow you, my loyalty will be unreservedly dedicated."

Don Quixote swore an oath, and almost slammed his old chest to increase his persuasiveness.

Seeing that Revent's face gradually eased, he asked cautiously.

"So... What is your plan? ”

Thunder tapped her index finger lightly on the table, and the quiet room made a soft crackling sound, mixed with the regular beating of the heart's frequency.

The sound slowly became faster and faster, and Don Quixote, who had attracted all his attention, also felt that his heart began to accelerate wildly, almost jumping out of his chest, and his whole face was congested and red.

At this time, Lei Wente lightly spit out nine words.

“。。。 Become the mercenary king of the new generation. ”

In an instant, with the cessation of his index finger, Don Quixote felt his heart contract violently, and his eyes widened unconsciously, and he said in disbelief.

"What do you mean..."

"Conquer the Mercenary Empire!"

Rayvee spat out the latter words on his behalf. When he heard the words that he didn't dare to imagine, Don Quixote simply thought that the other party was sick in the head, alone? Conquer the Empire!

"Impossible! You're just crazy! ”

He let out a dull roar, leaving aside the god-like status of this generation of mercenary king Mary Zhennu in the hearts of all the imperial people, and relying on his current form to conquer the world in vain alone, it was like a pathetic ant cursing the world on the tip of the grass.

Damn, could it be that the person whose allegiance is actually an unrealistic madman.

Ignoring the other party's distrustful eyes, Rayvete moved his thumb, the thin threads of his hair reflected silver silk light under the magic lamp, and his pupils were drawn at the same time, like a poisonous snake foraging for food.

"What kind of forces can ensure security, revenge and action. It's the juggernauts。。 Knight!.. Your vision is too narrow, and you lack enough ambition, which is why you failed in the first place. ”

He spoke softly, like hypnosis, gradually inducing the other party to come out of reason, and there seemed to be incredible magic in his deep voice.

"What do you have to lose? No! Nate, you don't have anything. If you want to have everything you desire, magnify your ambitions, and stick your head in the gallows, then behind that is the real world. ”

Slowly, a pitch-black eye appeared on Thunderette's forehead, spinning. The space around it has an unnatural twist.

Don Quixote is like a gambler who loses red-eyed, hesitating to put the last bet down. The failure of twenty years ago really made him lose everything, and he was unwilling to let the enemy take away his family, wife, and live a peaceful life.

A hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.

"How can you do all this, conquest is not simply said with your mouth. Tell me! Why are you. ”

The red eyes stared at Thunder's eyes.

But he didn't pay any attention to it, and slowly moved his eyes closer to the red. It's like a swirling pitch black, wiping open a faint crack, and inside is the greed of **!

"Because everything is mine!"

The eyes on the top of the head snapped to a halt, then squirmed more intricately, and then disappeared into the skin.

"Knight! Mercenary Empire is the perfect place. Ten mercenary groups run the country, and disputes will be like a prairie fire, which will never really be extinguished. The first three mercenary groups divided most of the power, and the first mercenary group occupied the supremacy of the mercenary king. That is the beginning of the contradiction, all imbalances, all greed will sow the fire. I don't need too much strength, as long as I cast enough flames in the hearts of these people, war chaos! It will consume everything like a merciless fire. ”

Thunder said dreamily, there was something more in the dark pupils than before, and everything was slowly changing. But he didn't care, he opened his heart to the change, because he had something to do, in that hell.

"Trojan Emperor Montgomery is dead, and that is the time for war on the entire continent. The big guys have their own plans, and I'm going to dig a slice of the cake they've divided. Until that moment comes, I need strength, power. If you want to eat it, you must first have the ability not to be devoured. That's why I need you, Don Quixote! Follow me and get as much as you can on the eve of this rainstorm. ”

“。。。。 Lose your marbles.. It's insane. ”

Don Quixote looked at the muttered Thunderette, his red eyes fading, and he sat back in his chair and hissed in a low voice.

It's all crazy, how is he going to choose.

Finally, with a drop of sweat bursting into a splash on the table, he stood up with a snort, and then half-knelt on the ground, performing a continental ritual that represents giving everything.

"My master, I will follow your back for the rest of my life."

He decided to put down everything he had, because he was unwilling, he was greedy. And more importantly, he had nothing to lose.

Rayvet grinned, his eyes suddenly spread, and he reached out and patted the other party's shoulder.

"Alright, old thing! Even if you wear a gorgeous knight's suit, you only look like an old oilman! ”

"Go and help me collect all the detailed information of the mercenary group, and I'll give you a week!"

Don Quixote's face flushed, and his sacred oath was satirized by him, this damn bastard.

Eventually, he nodded.

"I still have some acquaintances in the imperial capital, so it's no problem."