Chapter 681: Conspiracy (below)

After everyone else left, the seeker hidden in the ceiling circled around the room, confirming that no new monitoring equipment had appeared, and the shadow prince finally let himself sigh deeply.
Then he carefully raised his hand and took off the silver mask, and the cortical suction cups released the connection to his face.
He shook his head and let his long gray hair droop on his shoulders. He is now in a much better state than he was in the wilderness. Although he is still bloodless, at least he is no longer skinny.
"I think I need a drink."
Moving his shoulders, he suddenly murmured a sound that was completely different from the tone of the previous commanding behind the mask.
This is also reasonable. The shadow prince is a ghost in a ghost. Most people only know that he is one of the blood of the royal family. However, he is one of the members of many dynasties. They can only have their own doubts.
Only a few people in the world know the true identity of the shadow prince, and one of them is in this room.
A servant stumbled, he had no eyes, no ears, no tongue, his senses were completely replaced by another thing.
He came to Diago and handed a gold teacup filled with black tea mixed with fresh human bone marrow.
"Are you going to have a drink with me, friend?"
Diego asked.
"I'll forget it."
The hooded man responded so.
"It's up to you."
Picking up the teacup, this man who is responsible for the regency of the empire is observing the reflection of his worried face in the glass. At this moment, Diego seems to be returning to himself, and there is no trace of the shadow prince’s mask. This identity is until the next time. It will appear again when it needs to be enabled.
He took a sip of tea and tasted it carefully.
Then sighed, the anti-witchcraft devices in this room were not powerful enough to cause any adverse effects on him, but their existence was like the buzzing of some kind of invisible insect, which slightly disturbed his senses.
At this time, his companion finally stepped into the light, and walked slowly and calmly around the table.
The hooded man was thin and long, just like him, but his limbs were more slender.
But he also knew that bystanders like him were dangerous incarnations, and his elegant movement made the dark red robe surging like flowing water.
Then a white gloved palm lifted the wide hood, revealing a head covered with black hair over the shoulder, a slightly smiling face and narrowed eyes.
In his throat, a dark red mark appeared above the neckline.
"Say something, Archbishop Wendy."
Diego tried to read the man's emotions.
But he found nothing.
Hannibal glanced at him with a playful look.
"I have said everything I have said,"
He replied in this way, his hands hanging on the table, unconsciously stroking the wood with one finger.
He glanced around, guessing where he was when he was in this room, and Diego was sure of this.
The shadow regent of the empire covered the corner of his mouth that was gradually raised in a smile with a bite of tea.
"I admit, I didn't expect you to speak in addition to watching your eyes coldly,"
He said, putting down the teacup.
"However, you have broken the customary pattern of conversation in such talks."
"I'm actually more used to this way, but I still don't understand the meaning of your invitation to me? This should be your secret."
"Come and watch."
Diago nodded.
"I want to ask your opinion--"
Hannibal shook his head and interrupted him.
"Don't lie to me, you let me come here not just for my silence."
Diego finally let himself smile.
"I... have some guesses."
Hannibal laughed too, and he pursed his lips.
"So, I hope this result will satisfy you."
The shadow prince noticed that the guest was going to turn away, so he kept him open.
"I have to say, I'm a little surprised. After all, you have surrendered to him, you gave him loyalty, I thought you would become one--"
He paused, searching for the right words.
"Accomplice, even a servant?"
Hannibal's expression changed, and it wasn't Diago's expected anger. Instead, he smiled unsmilingly.
"If this is the irony to test me, the prince, it is really awkward, and I have higher expectations for you."
"Sorry, I'm pretty tired today."
"Many things I have done are unexpected. As you said before, I am indeed his servant, but this does not prevent me from doing some...special actions."
"But this action might kill him?"
Diego felt frowning, and the conversation was not going in the direction he expected.
"you could put it that way."
Hannibal seemed to say briskly:
"My supreme duty is to lead him on the right path. There are many different means to achieve this goal, no matter what way."
"So, do you really believe that an execution team can achieve its goal?"
Hannibal shrugged his shoulders.
"They do have a chance of success, only at the right time, in the right place ~EbookFREE.me~ and in the right environment."
Diego smiled.
"Look, sir, I didn't lie. I hope to get your opinion, and you told me."
"I haven't finished speaking--"
This time Hannibal's turn interrupted the opponent.
"But you can't kill him, no one can kill him, the end of the road is not here, maybe this will make you uncomfortable, but this is the reality, the reality that will definitely happen."
The shadow prince's smile disappeared.
"It's not wise, Hannibal."
"You can't be arrogant enough to think you are smarter than it?"
The tone of Archbishop Wendigo became rigid.
"Do you think I can believe it! Those predictions and fatalism!"
Diego responded sharply, his anger suddenly burst out.
"The supreme demon! The hand Kane curses you! All my efforts, thousands of lives, are all put in extreme danger by Guk! I will defeat your illusions and speculations !Whether it is your master! Or the enemy! I want to give in to me! We have the opportunity to launch a counterattack in the shadows, even if no one knows or is not remembered, we can complete this almost impossible work, and avoid letting the whole world Burning! A swift ending, beheading the snake with a sword!"
Diago took a deep breath and calmed down the excitement. He knew he had nosebleeds again, but he didn't reach for it.
"You are the one who knows him best besides me, help me, defeat him, I can give a lot to your real master... a lot..."
Hannibal stood up, wrapped his arms around his chest, and bowed his head to stare at Diego.
"Is this a command or a request?"
The shadow prince's eyes shone in the dim light.
"It is up to you to decide."