The cup was shaking in mid-air, and the tea in the cup had begun to overflow during the shaking. Stephen looked at Sandru and said lightly.
Sandro did not move, the expression on his face was as cold and cold as an ice sculpture.
"You are already as full of hostility and impetuosity as those young guys. Under such circumstances, do you think you are still a match for the two of us?"
"Probably not." Sandro thought for a while and finally answered calmly. Although he answered like this, the magic fluctuations around him were still tumbling.
"Then sit down and have a cup of tea first." Stephen raised his hand in vain, and the teacup in front of Sandro floated upward. Neither he nor Sandro had the slightest murderous intention until this moment.
They are completely no different from two ordinary old men who persuade their friends to drink tea.
Sandro was slightly startled: "You really want me to sit down and drink tea? Aren't you two here to deal with me?"
It wasn't that these two people couldn't poison the tea to deal with him, but he knew they wouldn't. Maybe other people in the world could poison him, but these two people wouldn't.
It's not based on friendship, trust or anything like that, and there's nothing like that between him and these two people. What he can be sure of is because these two people are truly worthy of their title, Necromancer.
Even if they may indeed fight him to the death in order to maintain the iron rule that no one can touch him in Diya Valley, they will never use this method. Therefore, whether it is momentum, mentality or strength, they all have to deal with it.
Let him drink tea when he is completely superior, which means that they really just want him to sit down and drink tea.
"Deal with you? Sandro, you really disappoint me..." Sander tried to sit up straight. He looked at Sandro coughing and said intermittently. "Have you forgotten that the most important thing about a necromancer is
What happened?"
This sentence was so calm and slow that it was hard to hear clearly amid the coughing, but Sandro's whole body was filled with murderous aura and magical aura, and his breath suddenly became stagnant.
Stephen picked up another cup of tea from the stone chair next to him, took a sip and said to Sandro: "I can see that your heart is also filled with something, and it is very full. You are not here just because of yourself.
There are other reasons for looking for that guy, other than your own. You can't help yourself anymore, and you can't even suppress the hostility in your heart. That's why you regard the two of us as your enemies."
Sandro turned to look at Stephen. The light in his eyes was colder, deadlier, and a little dazzling than before. He sneered and said: "I didn't know that your vision was so good that even I could see through it. What? You?"
Do you think you’ve seen through it?”
But Stephen didn't seem to care about this kind of look, and he didn't even pay much attention to Sandro. He leaned back on the chair and began to slowly look around, his eyes passing over the surrounding mountains, clouds in the sky, and the vegetation and flowing water around him.
His eyes were casual and soft, and his voice was also: "I
How can I see through you? It’s just that I remember that you didn’t look around carefully as soon as you came in. Diya Valley is such a beautiful place. I’ve been looking at it for a whole day since I came back and still haven’t seen enough. You haven’t seen me for twenty years but you haven’t even glanced at it.
That can only mean that your heart is blocked by something."
Sandro was startled, and his eyes slowly relaxed as he looked at him. Unconsciously, he also followed Stephen's gaze to the surroundings.
The morning sun is shining down from the highest point of the Shadow Vortex, illuminating the beautiful scenery of this large area in the valley. Exotic flowers and plants are planted in every place in the valley in a very artistic way.
There are three or four large trees with thick branches and leaves scattered in the middle, and a mountain stream accumulates a stream here.
The turquoise water surface of the lake and the rockeries that are integrated with the environment. Viewing this scenery from different angles has a different sense of beauty. The Necromancer who designed and planted the vegetation in the valley was only known in the world, but
Those who know his name are the most famous garden artists in mainland China, and they all regard him as a god.
The stone benches and chairs placed under the shade of trees or by the waterhole are all hand-carved by the necromancers. Each piece is enough to drive the most picky art collector crazy, and now this one is floating in front of Sandro.
The same goes for cups.
Here, beauty, elegance, and refinement are already a state, a feeling, and an air. You don’t need to feel it deliberately, it is everywhere. Even a butcher who kills pigs and sells meat will feel it after coming here.
You can feel that this atmosphere is completely different from the ordinary world.
"I haven't been back for twenty years... Even though I am completely incompatible with any bullshit art aesthetics, this is indeed the most eye-catching place." Sandro nodded, his eyes softening a lot.
Siti said lightly: "The reason why Diya Valley is so beautiful is that it transcends the world. There is no utility, no desire, and no terror. The reason why the Necromancer can stand above all living beings is because he has a noble heart."
"Without utility, without desire, without fear, beyond life and death, clear and lofty, this mentality is the most precious legacy left to us by the great Archimard, and it is also the most important thing for a necromancer." Shante
After coughing hard, he looked at Sandro weakly and asked, "Do you still have that clear and lofty heart now?"
"Indeed, no more." Sandro sighed, finally picked up the cup of tea in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.
"You actually sent people to monitor him?" Asa looked at the three people in front of him in disbelief.
"Are you mistaken? How could someone like Mr. Sandro be monitored without being noticed?" Xiao Yi said coldly. "Cedros's alliance gift to the empire, the complete Star Eye, was reinstalled in
After teleporting the magic circle, I just asked the high priest to send someone to go to the library every half an hour or an hour to find Old Pastor Tom to pick up books. When he suddenly disappeared, the high priest would naturally send someone to me."
"You even want him to count cards?" Asa stood up abruptly, his voice filled with irrepressible anger, but he finally suppressed his anger again and said, "It's useless even if you know those things.
.”
Xiao Yi also stood up, looked at Asa and said: "This is the royal capital, the heart and brain of the entire empire. We have the right to know what shameful and dangerous things are buried under our feet. I don't care about Sandro
It doesn’t matter what the sir is protecting, it doesn’t matter what the hell there is in that damn Diya Valley. What we want to protect is the empire’s territory of hundreds of thousands of miles and the tens of millions of its citizens.”
The eyes of the two standing people met each other. The original anger in Asa's heart had dissipated, replaced by a burst of inexplicable loss. Even though the face in front of him was angry, his slightly flushed cheeks were still as beautiful as peach blossoms, and those two eyes were still as beautiful as peach blossoms.
The eyes that are not smiling still look as if they are smiling, and they still look so beautiful.
They are still the eyes of a lover, but now they are the eyes of the Prime Minister of the Empire.
In fact, he already had this feeling when Xiaoyi made the hint to Sandro before. That hint was full of the scheming flavor of a politician, which he had felt before, ever since.
It was with Lord M'rak before, and with Rodhart, but it was deeper and more hidden.
Of course, he knew that this did not mean that Xiaoyi was approaching his father. Of course, he also knew that what she was doing now was what an imperial prime minister should do, say, and think, and she was naked in front of him like this.
Showing it is a sign of intimacy...but
That kind of smell, that kind of metal-like raw and cold smell that comes from weighing, analyzing, and calculating everything. He has smelled it too much on Duke Mulak and Rodhart, and it is too strong. Now he smells it again.
, irresistibly arousing a feeling of disgust in his heart.
He found this smell that he was already allergic to in the person he had placed the most emotional hope on, and the huge rise made him a little angry. But he soon understood that this was inevitable, and his heart suddenly became empty.
Lost.
Xiaoyi seemed to have noticed the strange change in his eyes, and she stopped talking. Her expression also showed a strange loneliness and embarrassment. The two of them looked away at the same time, and silently started talking again.
Sat down.
Cedros and Captain Roland exchanged a few glances with each other, then coughed, sighed, and said: "Ronis didn't even tell me before, and he also didn't tell Captain Roland about the dungeon.
Regarding the matter of getting that thing, I can roughly guess that it is too important for us to know. Otherwise, why didn't he go back to the Glory Castle to become the pope and stay here? How could Mr. Sandro commit himself to this place?
Have you been a corpse keeper in the royal capital for twenty years?"
Cedros paused and changed the subject again: "But now there are too many people who know that there is something in the cellar. Lies can probably not be hidden for long from those who are interested. And judging from Bishop Javi, who knows the truth of this thing
He is probably not the only one who is eyeing his identity. Xiaoyi is right, this is the royal capital after all, no matter the pair of Diya
As important as the Valley is to Sandro, to Captain Roland, Xiaoyi, and me, it is no more important than the safety of the entire Ironfast. So I ask you here to make things clear to us. We
We don’t want to offend Mr. Sandro, but we don’t want to endanger the entire empire and OFU because of Mr. Sandro’s secret.”