Chapter 1990 Five-Seater Sofa
It was also the first time for Kester to see this palace. His eyes were straight, and his childish face was full of surprise. When they arrived at the palace gate, four servants came up to search him with two special magic artifacts. What they were checking was not for swords and weapons, but for poisons and abnormal mental fluctuations. If a poison is present, one of the magical artifacts will react. If it is a person who is being controlled by the mind, another device will sound a warning.
After entering the palace, a smell of fragrant powder hit my nostrils, followed by the butler Wood. Kester followed the housekeeper looking around, and quietly asked Bing Zhixie: "How much do you think this manor is worth? I feel that the palace may not be as beautiful as this one."
We walked for a while. , there was a hearty female laughter in front of me, and when I arrived at the room at the end of the corridor, the housekeeper knocked on the door and opened the door, and three familiar people appeared in front of him. The one who was laughing heartily was Melanie Bochin, the one who was smiling without saying a word was Lermontov, Putist was sipping tea, also smiling, and there was another person whom Bing Zhixie did not recognize.
The four people were sitting on four large ocher red leather sofas, and one seat was empty.
After Boqin saw Bing Zhixie, the smile on her face quickly faded. She hugged her knees and lay on the sofa and asked Putist: "Is he the other important guest you mentioned? "Her eyes only fell on Bing Zhixie, not even looking at Kester from the corner of her eye.
“Yes.” Putist said with a smile: “This young gentleman is the most important new friend I made today.”
“Oh, I can be loved by you. Called 'the most important friend', this person is extraordinary." Bo Qin said slowly: "Celeste Bingzhixie, is this your name?"
This As soon as the words came out, the other two people changed their expressions and looked at Bing Zhixie squarely.
"It's me." Bing Zhixie replied lightly, looking at the vacant single sofa: "Is this seat reserved for me?"
"Yes, please take a seat." Putist replied, looking at Kester behind him: "Oh, little Charlie is here, butler, take little Charlie to the living room and give him the things I prepared. "
"Yes." The butler Wood responded without any emotion, and turned to Kester: "Please follow me."
Kester. Looking at Bing Zhixie in confusion, he had no choice but to follow the housekeeper.
Five sofas were arranged in a circle on five sides. As soon as Bing Zhixie sat down, a waiter poured a cup of tea and put some refreshments on the independent coffee table next to him, like ants in his ears. He whispered "use it slowly". Bing Zhixie glanced sideways and saw that it was the maid who had arranged to serve him during the daytime auction, and nodded happily to her. At this time, the clock placed in the corner pointed to twelve o'clock, twelve o'clock in the evening.
Putiste said: "Mr. Celeste, I have nothing else to do with inviting you here so late. I just want you to come and have some tea, chat, and get to know my other friends."< br>
Bing Zhixie looked over at the other three people. Boqin was wearing red pajamas and sitting in a casual posture. He was obviously a frequent visitor here. Lermontov sat upright, even though he was leaning on the sofa, his back was still straight, his arms were folded in front of his chest from time to time, and the fine scars from his cheeks to his neck had disappeared. The third man had silver shawl curly hair, wore a slender white robe, and exposed his chest muscles. His eyes were as heavy as an eagle's and as deep as a pond. If it weren't for the smile on his face, it would have been as if his eyes were filled with coldness. He looked about thirty years old, but later I found out he was in his early forties.
Lermontov glanced at Bingzhixie and said: "Interesting, Celeste Bingzhixie, oh, so interesting."
Boqin said lazily: "Little Puti "Sister, even if you are your friend, not just anyone can sit here and chat with the three of us."
Bing Zhixie suddenly flew up from his seat and landed behind the sofa. This move frightened the attendants in the room to their wits' end. Bing Zhixie stretched out her palm, holding a small black spindle-shaped concealed weapon with a wind in it. In addition, there were two other ornaments nailed to the decorative shelf behind her.
Lermontov clapped his hands and said: "What a hidden weapon, it is launched well and caught well." Boqin said: "If he doesn't catch it, the little girl serving him tea behind him will. Dead.”
After hearing this, the maid behind Bing Zhixie immediately collapsed on the ground, looking at the master and the guests present at a loss.
Putiste spoke: "Diego, after all, is a servant in the manor. There is no need to use this method to test my friend's strength." He seemed to be speaking to defend the servant, but his language and attitude He didn't seem to care much.
Yes, no one here seemed to care about the life or death of a servant like her, just like a frog was trampled to death on the roadside and others were saying, 'Why is it so boring?'
Bing Zhixie threw the hidden weapon on the tea table and sat back in his seat.
The man named Diego said: "I'm just a servant, and I will die if I die. I didn't use all my strength on the three hidden weapons, but there are only a handful of them in the world at such a close range. Young man, your insight is very keen." Yeah. My name is Diego."
Putiste glanced at the trembling servant sitting on the ground and said, "Go down, all of you."
In the room, the servants and waiters standing in the four corners left one after another. There were only five of them left in the room.
Putist put down the tea cup and said: "Let me introduce you formally. Melanie Bochin is an old friend of mine, the vice-president of the Magic Guild, nicknamed 'Queen of Sparks'." Mr. Montov, the former garrison commander of the Disman Empire, one of the three most famous boxing masters in the mainland, the 'God Fist', Nicknamed 'The Seal of the Divine Fist', he is also my new friend, Diego Trinidad, the 'Shenyuan' of the manor, nicknamed 'The Pure White Moon'."
This 'Shenyuan' is. What, Bing Zhixie couldn't figure it out, it probably belonged to the people in the manor, like himself, Bochin, and Lermontov were guests. He was secretly surprised that this Putist Manor was so capable. Not only had he made friends with so many of the world's top celebrities, but he had also recruited a large number of masters. He had previously seen the murderous tiger Babu, the headless horseman Navi, and the dead snake. ·Haimanla is surprising enough, but such a person is not qualified to sit here and chat with them!
Putist continued to introduce: "Celeste Bingzhixie, one of the Emperor's mercenary groups, nicknamed the 'Ice Emperor'. The catastrophe in the western part of St. Viktor a few years ago was related to him."
"We know it without you reminding us." Boqin tilted his soft cheek and said lazily: "I have always remembered that my favorite student died in that disaster."
Bing Zhixie turned her head and met her malicious gaze.
“Yo yo yo, Auntie, don’t be serious with me.” Putist said quickly: “The newly decorated house has not been newly decorated for a few years, and I don’t want to build a new house yet.”
Bo Qin said: "Call me aunt again, and I will let you sleep in the ruins tonight."
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(End of this chapter)