Chapter 78

Soon, the bathroom door was pushed open again, and another person walked in. "The house is too big, so I took some extra detours." Li Lin said apologetically even though he arrived first. The man behind didn't say anything, but handed him a red gem. The gem was as red as blood, and there was a strange palpitating feeling when holding it in the hand, as if the flesh and blood on the body wanted to rush out and merge with the gem in the hand. "Is this Great Blood? Or rather, the research results left by the legendary alchemist Ores Dee in Black Dragon Territory?" Chapter 78 Ren Qi "To be precise, it is the defective product left by Master Dee. The finished product has been brought back to Solonicaia by him a long time ago. This defective product is owned by a poor dwarf. He should be one of the experimental subjects in the early stage of Master Dee's research." The person who came later said. "Who would have thought that Oles Dee could really succeed. The Black Dragon in this area is the last Scale Stone Species created by Hermes Crimson Holy Rite Society. Before Oles, everyone thought that Mortal World had already There is no trace of Scale Stone Species." The man was obviously not interested in talking about this topic, "Both the crimes and merits committed by Master Dee should be known to the world." "Secret Church will not allow you to say that." Li Lin smiled. "Is it okay? How long does your clone have left?" Li Lin replied to the man while carefully putting the blood-like gem in a box full of runes. "There are still 27 minutes, which is enough." The man nodded, and after pondering for a moment, he said, "What should I do with that Wilson? Do you need me to do it?" Wilson? Li Lin laughed dumbly and shook his head repeatedly. "No, it's not necessary for the time being. That idiot is too arrogant and can't see the problems with the ritual he performed. How can Dark Dawn and Grand Rite be so easy to get along with? Even if he really completes the ritual, what emerges from his skin will not be a deified him." *Halik was on pins and needles. Just a quarter of an hour ago, he followed Moria into the mansion. Wilson's housekeeper received them coldly and said that Lord Wilson had prepared a dinner for them. Then they were taken to the hall and sat down at a long table. The long table was filled with exquisite delicacies that he had never heard of, but Halik had no intention of enjoying them. At the end of the long table, on the main seat, a bloated meatball wearing luxurious clothes was looking at them. He was really disgustingly ugly, like a toad that had a sore and was crushed under someone's feet. "Welcome, you are the first guests." He said with a smile. Moria looked at him: "Are you Viscount Wilson?" "It's me." Wilson's attitude was gentle. If his appearance wasn't too scary, he would have been a polite gentleman. "The invited guests haven't all arrived yet. Please forgive me for not being able to receive you yet." Guest? Halik felt that he was not qualified to sit in this position. He thought that Lord Wilson had probably misunderstood something, otherwise he would not be nice to them. "I am Moria. I would like to borrow a carriage from Mr. Wilson to go to Leicester. I will compensate you with double the value of the carriage afterwards." This set To Halik's ears, the rhetoric was exactly the same as that of a lowly liar. Halik people were dumbfounded and wished they could hold their hands Moria and talk to the lord themselves. He winked at Moria sitting next to him, but Moria didn't notice at all. "Ah, of course there is no problem, but this matter has to wait until the dinner is over. By then, everything will be as you wish." Wilson spoke in a rhythm that was like reciting poetry or singing. Anyone could tell that he was in a good mood. At this time, the door of the hall was opened, and two young men, a man and a woman, came in. Halik was frightened after taking a glance. The young man was wearing a mage robe and had the Magic Committee certified logo. This is a legitimate, orthodox, and respectable magician! What's even more frightening is that the magician nodded friendly towards him. As Wild Mage, Halik wanted to drag Nasha under the table. How could people like them have the right to sit at a long table with a distinguished magician. "Do you want to do it now?" He heard the mage's female companion say carelessly. What to do? Liquidate Wild Mage? "Wait for everyone to arrive first." The magician said the same words as Wilson. Halik had a vague feeling that something would happen after all seventeen seats were filled. After the two people took their seats, Wilson grinned. "Two guests again. Now the missionary, painter, pagan, Hat Maker, and gladiator are all seated. There are still twelve more to go." Missionary? painter? This seems to be some kind of identity. Judging from the number, it should be referring to these people, but Halik feels that he does not fit any of the identities mentioned. After that, another group of people came in. This group of people was obviously in the same group as the previous mages. When they met, they communicated in words that Halik couldn't understand. These people seemed to have just returned from the battlefield, covered in blood and wounds. When they saw Viscount Wilson, they all took out their weapons. Seeing that a bloody conflict was about to happen, they put away their weapons obediently and sat down for some reason. It's really strange, Halik feels more and more uneasy. He glanced at Moria, hoping to get some morale from the knight. But Moria's eyes were calm and unmoving, as if he was in a trance or waiting for something. The companion Nasha is even worse. She has been absent-minded since she cast the prophecy spell by mistake before, as if her soul has slipped away. At this time, eleven people were seated at the long table. The magician's female companion was grumbling. She was probably the most restless among the group. Her eyes kept moving towards Wilson, like a cold and cruel hunter looking at her prey. This group of people seems to be looking for trouble with Wilson. But Wilson just smiled the whole time. When anyone talked to him, he would just say that he would wait for everyone to arrive. In this uneasy atmosphere, the last group of more than two people appeared. They were dressed in black trench coats and looked solemn like priests praying for the dead. Investigator of the Kingdom Investigation Bureau! Alec could smell the peculiar smell on their bodies from a distance, and that smell was enough to make any illegal transcendent tremble with fear. "Wilson! How dare you sacrifice the entire town's residents! You deserve to die!" As soon as the investigators entered the door, the leader's hand shone with light, as if he was about to cast a spell. But the next moment, his face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood. "Stooges, pay attention to your tone!" Wilson narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold and cruel tone, "This is my territory!" Is this wrong? Kingdom Investigation Bureau's investigators got into a fight with the kingdom's appointed nobles? Just when the conflict was about to break out, the leading investigator snorted and led several others to find a seat to sit down. Now, there was only one empty seat at the long table. Halik swallowed hard, and tried to get up, but found that he couldn't. This chair seems to have a magical power. Once you sit on it, you can't leave. The door was pushed open again, and the last person walked in slowly and hard. This is an old Duwei people, with wrinkles and strange patterns painted on his face. His eyes swept across everyone present, and finally landed on Wilson. "The last guest has also arrived." Wilson grinned, showing a mouth full of fangs, "Then... the dinner can begin."