It was a brightly lit room, and the dazzling lights made Fan's pupils naturally shrink.
An old man reclining on a high chair in the room, he supported his head with his hands, lifting him as if he was weighing Qianjin's eyelids looked calmly ahead.
His old face was covered with deep wrinkles like knives, chestnut curly hair and slightly white beard, like a lion's mane guarding his face.
"Father."
Orici's first step into the room was to lower his proud head and kneel on one knee.
"Come closer kid, let me take a good look at you."
The dying old man waved slowly.
Orici stood up and approached, until he was three steps away from the old man and stood still again.
The old man raised his head, looked up and down at the person in front of him, and nodded slightly.
"My choice seems to be the right one.
You are different from your other brothers."
"This is all due to your teachings, father."
Origi was not proud of the praise, but more humble.
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, looking past Oric and landing on Fan behind him.
"This little guy is the person mentioned in the intelligence."
The old man raised his heavy eyelids and looked at Fan calmly, and Fan looked back at the old man equally calmly.
For a moment, the old man's heavy eyelids slowly opened like a sleeping lion, and he glanced at Fan inadvertently, but this ordinary glance was like an unsheathed sword piercing Fan's eyes.
Fan's body stiffened first, Then he immediately took a few steps back, his pupils shrank instantly, and a thin stream of cold sweat rose up on his back.
Only then did he realize why Orici was so uncharacteristically humble, because the strength of this twilight old man was simply unfathomable.
At that moment, Fan seemed to be captured by an inexplicable force, which was like a vast force.
The starry sky in the universe made him involuntarily have the urge to worship.
It seemed that he would unconditionally guarantee the completion of every order given by the old man in front of him.
This feeling is so real and yet so terrifying What's even more frightening is that Fan, as the person involved, didn't know it at first, unless it was a critical moment.
The dormant second consciousness suddenly became active and successfully awakened the main consciousness.
He's probably going to sink completely What kind of terrifying power is this, so powerful that it can almost control others with just one look?
If this was a battle just now, Fan would definitely be a cold corpse now.
Fan Deng Deng, who was still in shock, took three steps back in succession before breaking free from the vast force.
He hurriedly lowered his head, never daring to look into the old man's eyes again.
It’s hard to imagine that Fan, who has always been calm and silent, would lose his temper like this.
Compared to Fan's gaffe, the old man was equally surprised that he could return to normal so quickly.
His eyelids, which he was about to lower, held them open for a few seconds longer before slowly lowering them.
"Very good, I like this little guy."
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile.
Oric stood like a puppet from beginning to end, expressionless and motionless, as if everything happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.
The only thing that could prove that he was "alive" was his gently shaking chestnut curly hair. .
"You don't need to be so reserved, my child.
I am very satisfied with the gifts you brought back to the family."
"It's an honor, Father."
The old man smiled and waved his hand, "I have already read Sheld's research report.
You have done a good job, but why do I always feel a hint of urgency in Sheld's words or that he is dissatisfied with the so-called deadline?
One thing to say.”
After hearing this, Oric remained motionless.
But Fan beside him clearly felt that his whole body was stiff.
"Everything must be done step by step, my child.
Urgency will not solve the problem.
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We have plenty of time, so why should you be anxious?"
"Look into my eyes."
The old man said lightly.
At this time, Oric finally made a move.
He slowly raised his head and looked into the old man's deep pupils, "Am I right?"
"Yes father, I understand."
Orici knelt down on one knee again.
"As long as the things are with us, time will always be on our side.
The only thing we need to do now is to hold on to what we have."
"So purple eyes"
"Ah.
Purple pupils."
The old man seemed to suddenly remember something and tapped his temple hard.
"I heard she killed a siren recently" "It is indeed incredible.
After all, it is the most powerful weapon made by Grand Duke Caroline himself," the old man muttered to himself.
"But how could stupid Caesar know what kind of trouble the marriage he made back then would cause him now."
The old man smiled deeply again.
"The effectiveness of Kane is still unknown, and Grand Duke Caroline's thoughts are even more difficult to guess.
If" Orici hesitated to speak.
"So what he has his weapons and we will have ours."
Oric paused for a moment, and he and the old man looked at Fan who was bowing his head and saying nothing.
The rhythm of the banquet had just entered the middle stage, and all the guests began to become active under the influence of alcohol.
When the atmosphere was at its climax, as if stepping on the drumbeat of the climax, the rooftop door on the top floor of the banquet was finally opened in front of everyone's attention, and accompanied by With deafening cheers and awe, an old man slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
He was wearing simple robes, and every gentle step he took attracted the attention of everyone present.
"Cough" the old man coughed lightly, not deliberately, but the entire banquet hall instantly became...
There was silence, even the music stopped.
The old man smoothed his beard that was connected with his light chestnut curly hair, raised his eyelids that seemed to weigh more than ten thousand kilograms, and said slowly, "It's an honor to have so many guests come to Xiuma.
I hope each of you will be happy."
Have a great night.”
The old man paused slightly, "Come out, young children, bring your ghost faces and let us see you."
There was a slight commotion in the banquet hall, but the commotion soon passed and was replaced by a neat row of young descendants of the Huma family.
Behind each of them stood a follower with a ferocious face.
"Very good."
The old man nodded slowly, seemingly satisfied with the upright momentum of these young descendants.
"Tonight" he was about to say, but his attention was drawn to another place, the crowd on the periphery of the banquet hall.
Suddenly, it surged like boiling water, and this surge quickly spread to the entire hall at an unimaginable speed.
The old man raised his eyes and saw a tall and scary figure walking in from the door.
The originally spacious and tall door looked small and cute against the backdrop of his huge body.
The huge figure had hair as hard as steel thorns. , His forearms are as thick as the thighs of those warriors who are always known for their strength, and his dark and strong muscles are terrifying and terrifying.
Every step he took was so heavy, and the hard military boots made a dull impact on the ground, which made people wonder whether the floor of the banquet hall could withstand the force of his footsteps.
The appearance of the big man took away all the attention of the old man.
This was not only because of his terrifying figure or the shining Caroline family crest pinned on his chest, but also because of his identity and the glory he shouldered. , and who he is.
"The banquet is not over yet, His Excellency Duke Fronsar."
The strong man's deep and hoarse voice was like bells and tripods striking each other, and the reverberating sound waves lingered for a long time.
"For many people, maybe now is the beginning, but they don't know if Your Highness has arrived."
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Regarding this sudden intruder, Old Fronthal asked calmly.
"But it all depends on you, Your Highness Fronsar."
The strong man looked directly at the old man and responded, the respect in his tone not as obvious as the words.
As the contemporary nominal patriarch of the Huma family, Fronsar gently raised his eyelids.
Few people dared to look directly at his face like this, especially when Huma was still the largest family in the empire.
The air suddenly became solid at this moment.
The old man and the strong man were silent and motionless.
The young people who were not familiar with the world looked at each other for some reason, but almost all the members belonging to Huma lowered their heads deliberately.
The frozen atmosphere lasted for an unknown amount of time, until the body of the terrifying strong man began to shake slightly, and a crisp sound like a recorder broke the deadlock in time.
"Uncle Quinn, please step aside.
We are guests, not hosts."
As soon as these words were spoken, the strong man's body swayed and stood still.
He took a deep look at Foronthal on the balcony and quietly retreated to both sides of the crowd.
No one noticed the faint trace of traces of blood on his dark skin.
Flushing.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Quinn bowed his head respectfully.
And with his deep answer, everyone present suddenly woke up, and they all looked at the bunch of beautiful figures who walked into the field at an unknown time.
When did she appear?
Was it before or after the sound?
No one can answer this question.
It's as if the memory that originally belonged to them was stripped away by an unknown force.
"Dear Duke Fronsar, I apologize to you for this.
Uncle Quinn has just returned from the Northern Wasteland and may not be used to the peaceful atmosphere here."
The girl apologized softly.
The old Duke of Fronthal did not respond for a long time.
It was not until the midnight bell rang in the auditorium that the old Duke finally ended his silence.
"In my long life, you are the second person who can truly shock me."
The existence of the beautiful Purple Eyed Highness.”
"Who is the first one?"
The girl's question seemed to be just a curiosity.
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