Chapter 117: . Gain

In the large, clean and bright living room of the main building of "Carlo", three people were sitting opposite each other, but they were all silent, making the atmosphere in the room solidified to a bit embarrassing.
Gloria was still studying the core device from Emmona just now in the secret room. She was shocked when she heard that her father had suddenly visited and thought her little secret had been discovered. She had spent the past few days sleeping in the core sheet, and her mind was full of messy alchemy formulas. She just hurriedly hid the black stone tablets, and ran all the way to the hall without taking off the protective glasses.
The father and daughter have not seen each other again for many days. It should have been a joyous event worth celebrating. However, Liya always felt a little guilty at this time, and the smile on her face was also particularly blunt. Although her father, who had a slow emotional intelligence, didn't notice it, in the eyes of Leodore, the special envoy of the elders, the girl's performance was three-point weird.
Didn't come in these two days, what accident happened to the workshop? He seemed to be able to smell the unusual breath, frowned slightly, and his dark eye pupils flicked back and forth between the father and daughter a few times, and he saw a tall figure slowly turning out of the inner corridor. Eamon J... He narrowly squinted and watched the silent man's upright posture like a mountain, his brain that was running as fast as a machine flashed, thinking that he had found the reason for the girl's abnormal behavior.
Has something to do with this guy? Maybe you don't want us to see him? The envoy couldn’t help frowning further, and recalled that he had heard that this A-level mercenary of unknown origin had a close relationship with Miss Workshop, and a thought came to mind: What is the relationship between them? ?
He kept looking at Eamon, but the other party didn't even throw it over. The Great Swordsman only glanced at the girl whose face had become more nervous because of his sudden appearance, and then carefully glanced at the old professor with silver hair and silver beard. After remembering his appearance, he sat down on the side chair and said with a wooden face. Not posted.
Leah sat down quietly, watching the big guy, and then smiled as if nothing happened and introduced the old man: "Dad, this is Eamon. You haven't seen each other yet? He is amazing. , Hit Invincible Hand in Rock City, everyone called him "J God"!"
"Oh, good." The old professor looked at the burly strange man and nodded blankly, but he did not intend to talk to him. He then took out a sealed small metal box from the black bachelor's robe and handed it to his daughter. "This is the puppet intelligent excitation module I recently researched. It hasn't completed the test yet. You can take it and see if you have any ideas, just tell me."
What he said was particularly understatement, as if he was holding the newly bought weekly magazine on the street next door, but this sentence fell into Gloria's ears, and it really blew into thunder.
"No, Dad! Are you really successful!?" The girl stared in disbelief, and rushed forward with a stride. She couldn't wait to take the treasure box made of bright gold coins, unexpectedly. An arm suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Your Excellency, I'm afraid it's wrong for you to do this..." Leodor frowned and blocked the girl's way. He discouraged the old professor very seriously, "The courtyard has not passed the authorization process, even the test... If you easily show it to others now, it will certainly provoke criticism."
"It's not in the way, it's not in the way." The old man waved his hand nonchalantly, "I will sign the internal authorization when I go back. At that time, as long as you are interested, you can come to me to study and study. it does not matter."
"Your Excellency, the order of authorization is not a trivial matter..." The envoy couldn't bear this completely indifferent attitude. He pressed his throat and wanted to refute it, feeling that the back of his neck was stabbed with ice. He hurriedly turned his head back, but found that the red-haired man was staring straight at his neck, and the deep chill in his dark red pupils made him tremble slightly, and he forgot to say the rest of the words.
With his dazed effort, Leah quickly leaned forward with swift eyes, grasped the metal box firmly in her hand, and ran back like a mouse, with a smug smile on her face.
"Then I'm welcome!" She turned her head and provocatively stuck out her tongue at the black-haired man making a grimace, gritted her teeth with anger, and carefully put the box into her backpack.
Not only was the girl not accused of being accused, but she also benefited in vain, and her entangled thoughts disappeared, and she turned around and recovered the delicacy that the little daughter should have. He went to see his latest work.
"It's called Tamiris, it's a bionic giant scorpion chariot, it's amazing! When I learn this smart module, I must install it too!" The girl rushed to the basement with the professor excitedly, Leo Smelly Zhang was about to step up to keep up, but he was startled by the sudden rise of the swordsman and slipped and almost didn't fall.
Eamon looked at the black robe envoy who was terrified in front of him indifferently, and did not say a word. He glanced over his head and swept outside the door. After confirming that there was no one more, he treated him like air. Walked with low steps in the direction where the girl disappeared.
Leo Duoding was so angry that his eyelids trembled in place, watching the tall figure disappear again in the inner corridor, his face turned between blue and white for a while, and finally accumulated into a gloomy black. Damn mercenary! He was deeply humiliated by his timidity that appeared inexplicably just now. He is the special envoy of the dignified presbytery, representing the majesty of the highest power in the country. How dare this country mercenary be so rude!
He completely ignored his cowardice before the powerful force-or perhaps he didn't think it was cowardice at all, only the arrogant eyes of the red-haired man kept tumbling in his mind, and the hatred became even greater after being furious. He looked at the entrance of the unmanned corridor, a few gloomy killing intent flashed in his squinted eyes like a snake, gritted his teeth and grabbed the hem of his robe, turned around and flicked his cloak, striding towards the workshop like a black cloud. The entrance floated away.
At dusk, the group trials on the first day of the Mercenary Conference finally came to an end amidst jubilant and noisy applause. The sixteen winning teams have been determined. The winners returned to the station to celebrate, while the losers had to find a tavern to drink and drink, and accept the onlookers to make fun of them either in good faith or maliciously.
In the large suite on the top floor of the "Green Field" Hotel, which is covered by layers of trees, Lord Asker, Lord Saron, is sitting at the book table in front of the window, with his back facing the mottled golden light leaking from the green leaves, he is silent. . He was holding a wrinkled piece of letter paper in his hand, his brows were furrowed, and the shadow-shrouded face suddenly showed surprise, suddenly hesitated, and hesitated.
The doors and windows inside the room were closed and there was no sound, and it took a long time for three knocks to come from outside the door.
"Come in." The lord did not lift his head and replied casually. The door was pushed open from the outside. Yuno walked into the room in a short-sleeved white robe that had just been changed after bathing, and helped the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He asked in a low voice, "Father, what are you looking for me?"
"Hmm..." Saron nodded in a groan, and looked up to see that there were a pair of golden mirrors on his face. He was taken aback, "What are you doing with your glasses?"
"I was reading just now..." Yuno didn't feel any strangeness in himself, and he answered truthfully, and stood still and waited for his father to explain the reason.
Although the lord was a little bit puzzled, he didn't delve into it. Looking closely at his appearance in his glasses, he was quite gentle. At first glance, it seemed that he had suddenly grown up a few years old. Then he remembered the state of the two children when they were tit-for-tat the day before. She sighed and asked softly: "How was your game...how?"
"I have advanced to the finals smoothly. After defending the ring, there were only three waves of challengers. The strength was mediocre and easy." The little doctor said lightly in today's competition, but it seemed that there was no joy in qualifying.
"That's good." Saron was not surprised by the result. Since the lord was present, it would be difficult to think of something. Despite this, he still couldn't let go of his heart, and once again solemnly warned: "Now that there are so many people in the city, you have to stay close to that lord at all times, don't compete with others, you know?"
"I got it." The young man nodded lightly without any objection. Such a well-behaved and sensible attitude surprised the lord first, and then felt more relieved.
It seems that this mercenary game really made the child grow up a lot... He couldn't help feeling that he didn't make a wrong decision, and he encouraged Yuno a few more words before he turned his eyes and looked at the one in his hand that was sent urgently from Huadu. Asked about the true purpose of this conversation: "I remember, you have a good relationship with the captain of the guard called Jinyuan at the Prince's Mansion?"
"I know him very well, and we have frequent contacts." The little doctor helped his glasses and looked puzzled, not understanding the intention of his father's questioning.
But Saron fell silent again after saying a word, entangled in the dilemma of whether to say it. He remembered that the green-haired boy came to visit the house for the first time eight years ago. At that time, the boy was still holding a smaller child, and his cold face impressed him... Then, that collapse happened. The scourge of heaven... When he thought of his eldest son who had gone unclearly, he felt throbbing pain in his heart. He couldn't help closing his eyes and breathing for a sigh, and repeated, "He...he..."
"What's the matter with him?" Uno didn't know what was going on with his friend, frowned and asked urgently.
"He... he's fine." The lord gritted his teeth and calmed his mind. He didn't want his son to evoke the sad past. He only solemnly said, "If he asks you for something in the future, you must do your best to help him."
The little doctor was baffled by his headless words, as far as he was a good friend he had known for eight years. If one day asks for help, he will be obliged to ask for help. Why should he say more? But when he saw his father's face was not good, he didn't ask the reason again, nodded and replied, "I know."
Saron felt relieved when he saw his promise, held the piece of paper for a few seconds, and finally made up his mind: "I want to go back to Huadu immediately. Be careful when you are in Yancheng, and follow the lord. The game is over. After that, never run around again! Understand?"
The father's deliberately straightened face did not make the little doctor's knotted eyebrows unravel. He deliberately asked again, but the lord leaned back on the seat and waved his hand. He didn't intend to say any more, he could only hold his glasses, and secretly speculated and left the room slowly.
Saron sank alone in the golden light of the setting sun for a long time, and couldn't help but unfold the crumpled paper again, staring at the beautiful small characters on it.
"Dear Brother Salon:
Since more than a month has passed since the capital city, have you all been well?
The new year is approaching, this year's federal celebration should be held in Huadu, right? I don't know if you are still busy with the preparation work, but as long as sister Adeliza is there to help, I will surely arrange it properly.
I am still in the South Island. I wanted to hold another performance, but unfortunately, I recently contracted an unnamed disease. I have not been cured for a long time, and my body is getting tired. The concert can only be postponed indefinitely. I'm really ashamed.
Speaking of it, I don’t know if you have heard of something. The east coast of the South Island was hit by a beast disaster not long ago. The casualties were heavy, and even the Star City was panicked. By coincidence, I ran into another worry. After thinking about it, I had no choice but to ask my brother for help. The reasons for this are all on the letter paper. Please be considerate of the younger sister for some unspeakable concealment, don’t..."
His gaze stopped here, and he couldn't help closing his eyes and sighed, then opened his eyes, walked around the desk a few steps to the fireplace on the inner wall, wiped a match, lit the letter, and threw it gently. Into the furnace.
Saron looked at the rapidly spreading fire, and was still shocked by the secret thing mentioned in the letter: Nana's son was not dead, and by accident, he became the head of the guard of the Crown Prince's Mansion in Takiguo! Unexpectedly... He suddenly recalled the scene where Nana came to seek medical treatment with her husband who was seriously ill and unconscious fourteen years ago. He only felt that this strange and unpredictable fate was really worrying.
He fixedly looked at the fireplace until the letter paper was completely burnt to ashes and he didn't move for a long time. He was sinking into the sentimental feeling of the passing of time. Suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him, and a low drum-like male voice was at the door. Reported: "Your Highness, everything is ready."
"...I know." He replied casually, his eyes wandering in the air for a moment following the handful of ashes, and several thoughts flashed through his mind very quickly. Since Nana is determined to let him regain the inheritance rights of the Olesia family, she should also help her...If this matter is raised at the annual celebration, the Turner family will definitely not have any objections. The Keoni family has recently and the dark castle The contacts are close, I'm afraid that they will be vetoed in concert, so the key point lies in the old fox of the Bolyas family who has both sides...
Saron set his goal in a blink of an eye, hid all his complex feelings in a pair of brilliant golden pupils, pulled on his hood, and took the golden sheep's head scepter from the desk and put it into the cloak. With a faint smile that was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, he opened the door of the room and walked straight downstairs, followed by a tall and steady figure like a rock.
The lord of Huadu was thinking about leaving the city quietly. In the guest room on the west side of the second floor of the hotel, Yun Xuan was watching the foodies at home gather around the stone table after taking a shower, throwing away their cheeks and feasting.
The two-meter-square stone table in the center of the room is densely stacked with plates and bowls. They are all classic delicacies gathered from everywhere. Fried, fried, stuffed and stewed, there are dozens of types, all of which are made with colorful aromas.
At the end of the hill where the bowls were formed, Miyou, who had changed into a light green flower nightdress, sat upright, obliterating the food in front of him one by one in order, chewing slowly and slowly, but there was no moment. pause. Opposite her sits Jie Hai in dark blue short-sleeved shorts. Since leaving the fierce battle arena, this young man has lost his soul, and has become gloomy and silent. He hasn't seen him eat a few mouthfuls for a long time. .
Yun Xuan had taken off the white cloak a long time ago, still holding the pipe that lasted for ten thousand years, his eyes turned on the little apprentice’s dull face, thinking how to open the conversation, he heard the stupid bird in his ear. A shrill laugh: "Hahahaha, this bird has found another Baibao fresh brewed pill! Who is so sensible and knows how to make a few specially for this bird, oh...respectful!"
Its sharp laughter reverberated all over the room, but no one agreed, and it seemed even more cold in an instant. Yun Xuan squinted at the obese white feathers hidden in the bowls, and couldn't help but snorted in his nose.
This stupid bird is just a starving ghost reborn, never want to be moved if he doesn't give it food, he was stimulated again at the venue yesterday, clamoring that he wanted to eat the world's food. Fortunately, this rock city event brought together celebrity chefs from all over the world. Of course, there was also the chef specially hired by his name Island Manor, plus a few familiar friends, and finally made up a table of North and South dishes, barely confused by this picky one. Fat bird.
Just eat, but this guy has never been serious about eating. He always jumps up and down and doesn't have enough, and his mouth is still talking and talking, which is really unbearable. At this moment, he was stabbed in his head by the laughter again. He looked at the girl who was focused on her posture, as if she was on the battlefield. He looked at the girl with her head half-dangling and her eyes straight, like a fool. The apprentice suddenly felt anger in his heart. He coughed slightly and raised the teacher's frame, and shouted at Jiehai with an unhappy face: "Eating, what are you doing stupidly?"
At this moment, the young man was unsure and didn't hear clearly. When he reacted, he nodded his head with a stiff face. He picked up the bowl and drew a few strokes, regardless of what he was eating.
When the priest looked at him, he was really displeasing to his eyes, but after a major change, people's emotions and psychology would always be completely different, which is understandable. He couldn't get angry, so he could only sigh secretly, and patiently talked about the game with his apprentice, hoping to arouse the other party's fighting spirit: "This day comes down, four battles before and after, what experience do you have?"
When Jie Hai heard him ask about the game, the hand that was paddling the rice bowl really had a meal. After thinking and thinking about it, he put down the bowl and replied softly, "Teacher...I think the power of Saint Profound is indeed very strong, but It’s very difficult to control and consumes a lot of divine power. If you encounter a protracted battle, you won’t be able to support it."
"Well, what you said is good." Yun Xuan praised him specifically to increase the confidence of the young apprentice. "I saw that when you competed, there were a few bursts of power that were quite good. You have to remember it repeatedly and try to figure it out. How did I do it in a moment."
"How did it..." the young man murmured to himself in a daze, remembering that he was in an inexplicable mood of anger when he broke out several times, and he couldn't help but wonder: Is it possible that the power of the Holy Profound can only fit when angry. The strongest state?
He sank into this unreasonable speculation, sinking deeper and deeper, and even vaguely felt that there was a voice in his brain that constantly moved his nerves, causing countless fragments of anger, such as black and white photos, to spin in his mind and linger. He focused on the images of repeated stirrings, and anger gradually rose in his chest and abdomen. The flames became more and more intense, and the unstoppable killing intent went straight into his mind, making him uncontrollable and slammed the table, standing. Got up.
This unpredictable explosion in the room attracted everyone's attention. Not only Yun Xuan squinted his eyes while holding his pipe, but even Miyou stopped chewing and looked over. Only the fat bird Ahuang didn't care at all. Digging in between the dishes and bowls, picking up their favorite food.
As soon as Jie Hai stood up, he escaped from the strange state of being controlled by anger. When he woke up in his mind, he suddenly realized that such actions were really abrupt. He also couldn't find a reason to explain, he opened his mouth slightly to look at the teacher who looked a little strange, then looked at the girl who turned to deal with the food, and swallowed awkwardly: "I...I... go back and rest. Up."
After he stammered, he didn't dare to look at the teacher's face anymore, and ran out of the room with his head down, but he didn't realize that his angry palm left five words on the hard stone table. Deep burnt marks.
It's really interesting... the priest squinted at the black handprints that were as smooth as polished on the table, and a few different colors flashed in his eyes. He took a few more sips of his pipe, turned his head and looked at the half of the old wooden door that was not closed after the little apprentice hurriedly left. He stared at the dark and deep shadows in the corridor, and the corner of his mouth once again evoked an unpredictable smile.