The huge skylight slowly opens, making it harder to be brighter in the open and hidden space.

Two men in gray robes were sitting quietly at both ends of the sofa. One of them was squinting his long and narrow eyes and was concentrating on a newspaper. The other was holding a cup of fragrant coffee, watching the foam rising and falling in the cup.

After a long time, the man holding the coffee said happily: "Mortals are like bubbles, and can only follow the ups and downs of the world. Whenever the waves rise, they will be as frightened as before. Even if they receive the gift of the gods and have a small boat that is in the sea of ​​suffering, they will still tremble when the wind blows."

"This is the fate that you humble souls have long been doomed."

He said to himself, as if he was talking to the foam floating in the cup. His voice was strange and delicate, like a woman.

Finally, he took a sip, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his fair and excessive face, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed: "I have put less milk."

After saying that, he seemed to be ready to get up and find some milk.

However, at this moment, an angry shout rang out: "Enough!"

Forreland sat in front of the two men with anger on his face. Unfortunately, the coffee table in front of him was affected by his anger, and was photographed to pieces by him at the moment.

The man holding the coffee raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything. The man reading the newspaper glanced slightly and said coldly: "Ten magic stones, or two fingers."

Forreland was so angry that he shivered all over. He looked at the two people in disbelief: "Are you all crazy?"

"You just said everything you actually thought of as if you were in your ears? We need to report this matter to the Patriarch immediately!"

"I'm sorry. I regret that the hunting team you led was wiped out." The man holding the coffee said lazily: "But I don't think this kind of thing is worth reporting to the Patriarch. What do you think? Joey?"

"You and I always have such a consistent view." Joey said, focusing again on the newspaper: "Ten magic stones or two fingers, you can choose your own choice, Mr. Forreland."

"Damn! Why do you threaten me?" Forreland spit out all the stars in anger: "We have the same status in the church! I am also one of the main priests personally appointed by the Patriarch. Joey and Sonny, you two, listen to me - the enemy is very powerful..."

His words were immediately interrupted ruthlessly: "For you, it is not an incredible thing to be very powerful to the enemy."

Sonny took another sip of coffee and said quietly: "By the way, it is true that you are the priest who was personally appointed by the Patriarch. But Joey and I are the priests who were personally appointed by His Highness Pandora. Even if you have received the gift from His Highness Pandora, you are still a waste in our eyes. Let's talk about when to increase your spell strength and spell position."

"I'll give you a piece of advice. When you can use more than 6 level witchcraft every day and the spell strength reaches half of our pure blood wizards, we two may give you some respect. But now, please get out immediately and don't affect Joey and me. This base is extremely secretive, and no one can enter secretly. If the enemy really comes to you, Joey and I will deal with it naturally. We are different from you. We are real level witchers. It's really hard to get me interested in a mere advanced apprentice."

Forreland said with a dark face: "What should I do if the hunting team is wiped out? More than a dozen green goblins were rescued by the enemy."

"Anyway, the experiment has entered a bottleneck. The second generation of True God's Blood is too unstable. The Patriarch and the Rambo Union are now conducting a major experiment in the Ace Snowland. When the results of this experiment come out, we need a large number of test items. Moreover, the number of green fairies in the base is already enough. I don't think the hunting team needs to continue to exist. It's better if the entire army is wiped out." Sunny said.

As he drank all the coffee in the cup, his face became more feminine. If he only looked at his face, others might mistakenly think that he was a beautiful woman.

"Okay! I will report to him personally when the Patriarch comes back!" Forreland seemed so angry that he walked outside with a pale face.

"Slow!" Joey put down the newspaper and looked at him steadily.

The latter held it in for a long time before taking out ten magic stones from his arms and threw them over.

"Okay, you can leave." Joey said coldly.

Forreland cursed in his heart, suddenly raised his right leg and prepared to kick the door-

But this action suddenly stopped in the air, and he suddenly remembered something and forced back the half-performed action.

"Hmph!" Forreland snorted heavily, and pushed open the door with great care and walked out.

"What a pity..." Joey gathered the newspaper and threw it on the sofa casually: "I just prepared to say that the door is worth thirty magic stones."

"Do you think we have a better temper?"

Sonny smiled charmingly, and his body suddenly became soft like a spirit snake, and it touched Joey's body:

"For the sake of the Patriarch and His Highness Pandora, next time he dares to be so rude to you, I will twist his head off myself."

"Ignore that guy who is so excited, we..."

Joey smiled, suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The skylight slowly closed, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

Soon, the low "shenyin" sound and heavy breathing sound gradually came.

...

"damn it!"

The angry Forreland went out and kicked a wooden barrel, kicking the barrel far away.

Several Carlos near him immediately howled, and they came over quickly, and were immediately scolded by Forreland and returned to their post in shame.

"Two perverts." Forreland cursed for a while, and he looked at the tight defense around the base and felt a little relieved.

When facing Lance before, he felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart. This guy is simply killing people!

He could clearly feel that the power in this guy's hand could easily kill him. This feeling made him panic, and he could only use a precious demonized item to escape his life from the other party.

"Pure-blooded wizards are indeed perverts!" He returned to his house depressedly. Since the base was just built and no magic was solidified, there were almost no defenses inside the base except those Carlos.

He pushed open the door, and his previous angry expression disappeared. His face turned extremely gentle.

He stayed in the lobby on the first floor for a while, soaked himself a glass of water, calmed down, and then quickly went up the second floor.

The corridor on the second floor was obviously filled with a strong smell of herbs.

Forreland hesitated for a while, then pushed open the roller shutter of a door and walked in.

The room is not big, there are few things to set up, the most conspicuous one is a pink small bed.

A girl lay on the bed, her face was extremely pale, and she was holding a story book in her hand, as if she was reading with relish.

Seeing Forreland come in, a sweet smile immediately appeared on the girl's face: "Dad!"

Forreland walked over with a smile.

...

Half an hour later, he walked out slowly and came to the door quietly.

Through the crack in the door, you can see that the little girl was asleep silly, but in her sleep, her face became paler, and her beautiful face became extremely distressing because of her frown from time to time. It seemed that in her dream, she was also fighting with some disgusting things.

The smile on Forreland's face disappeared and became worried.

He went downstairs and was about to make something for himself. Who knew that when he went downstairs, an uninvited guest was already sitting on the sofa in the hall.

"you!"

Forreland almost fell off the stairs in fright!

"Shh!" Lance sat on the sofa, leisurely flipping through the newspaper, and pressed his index finger on his lips, saying nothing, "Speak quietly, she just fell asleep, didn't she?"

The veins on Forreland's forehead were exposed, and he stood stiffly on the stairs, not knowing what to say.

"A very cute girl, but she just looks like she has some strange disease." Lance put down the newspaper and said slowly: "So do you think the so-called true god blood can save her?"

Forreland looked at Lance in surprise. He had no idea what the murderer was thinking. He could only answer with a stingy bullet:

"The blood of the true god can only allow mortals to master spells, but cannot solve Sasha's illness. The only thing that can truly relieve her pain is His Highness Pandora's gift."

"So you are doing your business for the so-called His Highness Pandora to one day let him take action and treat your daughter's illness?"

Forreland was silent for a while before he forced a smile: "This is only on one hand, on the other hand, I am just a mortal. It is not bad to have the opportunity to have the power of witchcraft, isn't it?"

Lance nodded: "You are honest. I didn't like you very much and planned to kill you...but now, I have changed my mind for the time being."

"For the time being..." Forreland's voice became hoarse. His forehead was already covered with sweat.

He has used up all three level two spells today. The guy in front of him still looks very magical. Coupled with his calm attitude and his elusive traces, he has put a lot of pressure on him.

Lance is right, if he wants to kill Forreland, he can do it anytime.

"What do you want?" Forreland couldn't help it.

"It's very simple, we can make a deal." Lance showed his signature smile, but in Forreland's view, it was like a devil's malicious invitation.

"To be honest, I actually prefer trading to killing."

"Especially dealing with people with weaknesses..."
Chapter completed!