Milo turned to look at Luke, smiled and said playfully: "Do you know what a big shot is?"
"Strong and intelligent?" Luke scratched his head and answered subconsciously.
"No, it's nonsense."
Milo shook his head, walked to the wine cabinet, and said in a leisurely tone: "The so-called big shot, the leader, can be a drunkard, or have no other skills, but he must be able to speak well..."
When Milo was still a Dark Earl, he often went to family or clan (Black Wing Clan) meetings with his father.
He was still a young boy at the time, and there were some things he couldn't understand.
Why do the big guys and leaders come late to every meeting and make everyone wait? That's all.
He didn't understand that many times, leaders had to add fuel to the fire, talk nonsense, and waste time on things that could be summarized in a few sentences.
A meeting that is supposed to end in half an hour often takes more than 2 to 3 hours to finish, and the more saints participating in the meeting, the lower the efficiency.
Especially large-scale meetings are long and smelly, with not much real content and too many tricks. They include opening remarks and concluding remarks, which are almost all meaningless remarks.
If you don't understand, just ask. After a long clan meeting, he asked his father.
As a result, his father burst out laughing, first praised him a few words, and then asked:
"How can you highlight your importance if you don't make the final appearance?
You can't talk nonsense for an hour and still have the nerve to say you are a big shot?"
At that time, Milo was dumbfounded. Only then did he realize that talking nonsense and talking nonsense are the basic skills of big people...
The werewolf Archduke Luke burst out laughing after hearing this. To be honest, he and Milo unexpectedly hit it off.
Luke stretched out: "Marcus will come back to his senses later and know that you are perfunctory with him."
Milo took out a bottle of champagne and poured himself a glass. He had just been talking for an hour and his mouth was a little dry.
After drinking Chunxiang's wine, Milo breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and crossed his legs: "So what if I know, I can't help him.
Anyway, I'm handsome, I can fight, I'm a leader, and whatever I say is right."
Luke: "…………"
I, Milo Malesani, put my words here now. Apart from some old immortals, I am the most handsome boy among the saints.
I am just sitting here, and I am arrogant. If anyone disobeys, come and beat me if you can.
A quarter of an hour later, Marcus was holding a stack of documents and hurriedly arrived at the gate downstairs.
As soon as he left the building and entered an alley, his face immediately turned red, then turned livid, and finally turned black.
"Miro, you son of a bitch!"
When he came back to his senses, he lowered his voice and cursed. It was no wonder that he was angry. He could have held the promotion ceremony now.
Now it has been postponed to a year later to serve as the trigger of the war...
The next day, the sun as big as a car hood poked its head out from the horizon, and a new day ushered in on the plains.
Early in the morning, when people in various villages and towns had just woken up, a piece of news caused a huge sensation and ignited people's curiosity.
"Excuse me! Hero Zolo steps forward and leads the crowd to kill the traitor Marcello!"
A newsboy wearing jeans ran quickly across the street, shaking the newspaper in his hand.
"Give me a newspaper!"
A businessman wearing a gentleman's hat handed the newsboy a copper coin and took a newspaper that had been printed overnight and still had the fragrance of ink.
The above content is divided into several major sections, all of which are about the destruction of the Skeleton Gang and the murder of the traitor Marcello.
Shocked, Hero Zorro took a strong move and killed his old enemy Ghost Hand. During the battle, he actually used this move!
Shocking inside story: Ax Gang boss Sigg revealed himself to be Marcello's father and threatened to shoot him against the wall.
Sig chose to kill his relatives for justice, so why did "father and son" turn against each other?
The kingdom has not given up here, and justice will eventually come!──Falloland Game 7.
"Great, the Skeleton Gang is finally over!"
"Thank you Hero Zorro! We misunderstood him before, he has always been a good person!"
"Bo Yuntian, a Hig gang member, is a real man who dares to wield a knife at the ghost hand. Well done to the Ax Gang!"
Everyone was talking a lot. The streets that should have been relatively deserted in the early morning became noisy, and many people shouted loudly.
Since the outbreak of the Ghoul Rebellion, coupled with the Skeleton Gang's plundering of the population, people on the plains have become panicked and the atmosphere has become depressing.
This action of killing Marcello relieved everyone's nervousness to a certain extent.
These newspapers were printed by personnel from the 7th Bureau and have been sent to various villages and towns, playing a soothing role.
Xiangcheng Town, Little Widow Hospital.
Renn paid no attention to the storm outside. At one o'clock in the afternoon, he took out the fourth-level demon spirit, fountain of resurrection, red heart grass and other resources from the storage ring.
Leaving the ring on the second floor, he picked up these items and walked to the secret room on the first floor.
The storage ring contains the fourth-level [Spell Spirit] Headless Horseman, but there has been no movement from him.
Although Renn did not feel the malice of the Headless Horseman, he would naturally be on guard against him before he understood his purpose.
Of course he wouldn't wear the ring with him when he was promoted.
"In the underground quiet room, the spirit-gathering array has been engraved and checked. Are you ready?" The old goat looked at Ren and asked solemnly.
Renn nodded: "No problem, open the door."
In a secret room on the first floor of the hospital, in front of a black iron door.
Click, click, as the key is inserted, the crisp sound of mechanical rotation sounds, and the iron door slowly opens.
"You go in, I'm here to preside over the operation of the external formation." The old goat handed a special key to Ren.
He reached out and took it. Shirley had taken him into the basement once before, so he didn't know anything about it.
Ren stepped into the iron door, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the dark and narrow corridor, spreading far away in the silence, and there was no more noise.
He walked through this long and narrow passage and opened a secret door with a crescent-shaped key.
Following the stone stairs behind the secret door, and relying on the elegant gas lamps inlaid on the walls on both sides, Renn walked step by step into the depths of darkness.
After a while, the space gradually became wider, and he came to a hall.
Glancing at the dozens of large boxes filled with demon-hunting bullets and filled with holy power, Renn entered the quiet room with the spirit gathering array engraved on it without looking any further.
When it was time to start, he took a deep breath to calm down his excitement.
"Click~"
Ren stretched out his hand and pressed the gray translucent demon spirit into the groove in the center of the spirit gathering array.
The energy of the stars penetrated his body, and bits of fluorescent light were like particles of dust, lingering on his body surface, and spiritual energy poured from his palms into the ground like flowing water.
The formation was slowly activated, and blue veins lit up on the white jade floor tiles, forming a complex pattern.
Ren sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, placing the red heart grass, [Praise of Nature] potion, Huangquan flower petals, a 500 ml bottle of Resurrection Fountain, white frost powder, golden jade ointment... these materials one by one.