Chapter 1263 Augustus Van Savando
In the territory of the Demon Moon, Fanke County, Donglin Province, in a remote mountain forest far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, there is a figure on the mountain, alone, as if he is experiencing the mountain. The loneliness and coldness at the top. The wind blew, rustling, and the leaves swayed. An independent person has an independent heart, and the whole person seems to be independent from nature, forming a completely different atmosphere from the surroundings.
The man closed his eyes and breathed in the unique breath of this solitary peak several thousand meters high. He inhaled and exhaled, and even his breathing frequency was not willing to follow the rhythm of nature. He seems to want to find a different side of the world, a side that breaks through the natural boundaries.
Suddenly, his peaceful and expressionless face moved slightly. This slight movement made his whole independent and worldly temperament suddenly become blurry again. He slowly opened his eyes, and his restrained breath made the feeling on the mountain become normal again. Although his expression was still without a trace of color, the proud look between his brows clearly appeared on the page: "A boring person has a boring look. Something has happened. "
There is a bamboo forest under the solitary peak, several kilometers away from the top of the mountain. Next to this bamboo forest, a simple and natural bamboo house is where people on the top of the mountain take refuge. At this time, Demon Moon King XVII and his party arrived outside this bamboo forest after several days of travel, patiently waiting for the owner of the place to return, unwilling to enter rashly.
After waiting for a long time, a figure appeared in everyone's eyes. The seventeenth generation immediately cheered up and waited for the person to approach.
The person who came was alone, his steps were light but slow and heavy. He was the person on the top of the mountain. He takes one step at a time, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry. He does not worry about other people's waiting, nor is he anxious about other people's worries. He seemed to have nothing to do with the world, but also seemed to disdain to compete. He looked at the people in front of him, but there was no one in his eyes. Even if these people were all powerful people, they could not leave the slightest impression in his eyes.
Such an attitude made the people around the seventeenth generation angry. Not to mention in this country, even in the world, when anyone saw the seventeenth generation, they all rushed to greet him respectfully. No matter how arrogant or high-minded a person is, they will still show a humble attitude in front of the seventeenth generation. But before the angry words could be uttered, an invisible sharp blade had been cut on his mouth. The guards around him had blood dripping from their mouths, but they could no longer utter a word.
The 17th generation seemed unaware of what he found around him. He was not dissatisfied at all with this man's rudeness. Not only did he already know that this man had this attitude, but he also knew that he behaved like this. Attitude qualifies!
The person finally got closer, and the accompanying officials finally saw the person clearly. At first glance, this man looked to be in his thirties. When he got closer, he seemed to be in his twenties. However, upon closer inspection, he seemed to be in his fifties. When everyone could not tell his age, they felt it again. He is still only thirty-five or six years old.
The person who came was wearing white casual clothes, the kind of clothes he would only wear at home. His long black hair was draped over his shoulders, he had a tall figure, and his eyes were like stars. Every step he took carried an aura that made people dare not breathe.
"It's you." It was a faint word, and he couldn't tell whether he was surprised by the person coming, or whether he didn't care. There were no unnecessary words, and no unnecessary glances. It seemed that the person in front of him had given him a glance. It seems luxurious.
The seventeenth generation noticed that the people around him were getting angry again, and waved his hand to stop him: "Don't be rude." Then he said to the owner of the place: "Mr. Savando, please allow me to call you this. Come here. I'm bothering you here because I have something I'd like your help with, okay I want to go in and talk to you in detail."
The man known as Savando no longer looked at these people. He just said lightly: "I don't like politicians, and neither does the place where I live. If you like people, you can come in alone." After saying that, he turned back and walked into the bamboo forest.
"Your Majesty, you can't go in alone. This person is too arrogant and rude. If there is any danger to your Majesty, we will..."
The Seventeenth Emperor waved his hand and said: "No need to say more, just wait here, I will go in alone."
"Your Majesty...!"
The Seventeenth Emperor ignored the comments of his subjects. He warned and entered the bamboo forest alone.
The stream was flowing outside the hut in the bamboo forest. Inside the hut, Seventeenth told Savando the purpose of his visit today.
After hearing the request of the Seventeenth World, Savantou didn’t think too much and just said two sentences very briefly: "I don’t like to meddle in these nosy things. I promise you."
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Two sentences, two contradictory words, but Seventeenth Generation understood what he meant. If he agrees to do this favor, it means that the friendship between them ends here, and they will have nothing to do with each other in the future.
The latter sentence of these two sentences is something that Seventeenth really wants to hear, but the former sentence is something that he really doesn't want to hear. But once the words have been spoken, there is no room for further discussion. The Seventeenth World knew that his relationship with this person was over from now on, and that this person would no longer live in the territory of Demon Moon. In fact, he had also known for a long time that once he asked this person to help him with something, Their relationship will be over. Seventeenth Generation could only sigh silently in his heart, but he still expressed his gratitude to this person.
Such a request and decision did not take long, and the seventeenth generation did not look very happy when he came out. He even regretted asking this man for the truce with Saint Vicoia. It was far more important to keep this man in his own country than to break off the relationship because of such an incident. But regret is no longer possible. That person has already agreed. Once he agrees, he is not allowed to change it. Even if you change the conditions, it will be useless.
The Seventeenth Generation left with his people. He came just for such a word, and now he also left with this promise. ……
The nightclubs in Hindmore are particularly charming, because this city has its own culture and charm. It is a city that never sleeps, and you can see its vibrant side no matter whether it is day or night. Otis likes this city because its nightlessness and bustle are just like the capital of Luo Shen Kingdom. He stands in front of the transparent glass window and quietly looks at the night view of the city with a glass of wine. The charm makes him Unforgettable.
However, it was difficult for him to enjoy it tonight. It was not that the scenery outside was no longer beautiful, but that his heart was not in the scenery. He had already received Zalberg's telepathic message. When he learned that Bing Zhixie not only had the strength in dual domains, but also had such a giant dragon, he became even more interested in Bing Zhixie.
There is no doubt that Bing Zhixie is an extremely rare person. In this world, a person with dual realms may not appear in a thousand years. And he also has a deep understanding of dragons. People in the Christine family generally know more about giant dragons. He knows that the stronger the dragon, the more disdainful it will be for the small strength and fragility of humans. The more dignified a dragon is, the less it can be conquered by force. To be protected by it, this person must have the temperament to impress it.
How could he not be moved by such a person? He became interested in Bing Zhixie as soon as he learned about this person's existence from the throne. Even though Bingzhixie used Long Ling·Ying and no longer had a few years of 'life', he still had expectations for Bingzhixie's retribution. He had an intuition. He always felt that Bingzhixie would not end like this, even if He himself didn't know the source of this intuition.
However, the facts before him forced him to face a choice. In terms of interests, Bing Zhixie and the organization were in conflict, and both sides were working hard to win over Long Ling; politically, the two sides were even more on the same page. Although Bingzhixie was bribed by Long Ling's information and did not have his own political stance, the hostile situation was already obvious. Radat would obviously not let go of every opportunity to take advantage of Bingzhixie, and the organization also Long Ling's information cannot be handed over to Bing Zhixie easily.
Choice is always hard, otherwise it wouldn't be a choice. Otis stood in front of the window, thinking about this all the time. He was interested in introducing Bing Zhixie into the organization, or to be precise, as one of his own, but he was not sure yet whether Bing Zhixie was qualified. Become 'one of our own', and once such a person becomes a party to a conflict of interest, he will only become an enemy.
It was difficult to make a decision for a long time. Honglian stood aside and couldn't stand it anymore: "Master, is this person really worthy of attracting your attention so much? Since he is Long Ling's competitor, and he is Our enemy, it is more in our current interests to get rid of him, rather than for an uncertain possibility."
"Honglian, I know what you said is right, but a good person is always hard to let go of. If we get rid of him, there will be one less worthy person in the world. It's such a pity." Oudi Si's sigh showed his inner embarrassment. He knew how to make a decision that was the most correct choice for his interests, but there were many things worth caring about besides interests.
Honglian walked to him: "Since the master is in trouble, why not persuade him? Let him give up Long Ling and leave here."
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"Impossible." Honglian answered directly to the master's rhetorical question.
Otis stopped talking, just silent. After a long time, he said: "Okay, I'll go and persuade him, even if this kind of persuasion may not have any effect." After that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"What if he really refuses? What does the master plan to do?" This time it was Honglian's turn to ask.
Otis' eyes shrank: "Kill him! If he is an enemy, he should be eliminated, even if he is someone I admire."
Guren smiled: "Master will protect him for a while He wants to kill him again soon, it’s really elusive.”
Otis said: "I have let him go once, twice, and three times. I kept him before because he was not completely our enemy. At that time, he was just a design of Gemini. There was no need to get rid of such an opponent. . Now is the time for us to really seize power, I How could outsiders be allowed to destroy it? Tell Zarberg to be prepared to get rid of Bingzhixie. If he doesn’t agree, don’t let him live anymore!”
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(End of this chapter)