He glanced at the waiter with a sure look on his face.
"I doubt if the flight across to El Nak took any toll on it."
"It takes time to replace parts." The waiter nodded in understanding. "You are very thoughtful."
"I only have one question now." Berentin took out his pocket watch and took a look. "There are less than three hours until Monday morning. Are you sure you can make it in time..."
"You don't want us to wait for the next eternal night, Your Highness." The waiter interrupted him and began to press thick honey into the bottom of the cup. "You know, he can understand what we want to do..."
Berentan's nerves suddenly tensed up, and he glanced at the door like a frightened bird, fearing that an old man was standing there.
"Why did he issue that order... and deliberately leak the news to Naris? It was just to have a reasonable excuse to quickly bring everyone back to the capital."
The waiter picked up the glass and handed it to him.
"So you should understand that we only have this one chance."
"One chance?" Berentin narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the other person's face through the amber wine.
He paused for less than a second.
Then he took the cup and drank at least half of it in one gulp.
In the corner of the side hall, a tall and broad-shouldered man was about to leave when he was suddenly blocked by a figure.
"I don't want to say anything more to you." Lefebvre-Lawrence frowned and tightened his long cane slightly.
"We are both barons, so we should have a lot to talk about." Morrison Skye smiled at him, looking past Baron Lawrence's side, just in time to see Berentin taking a glass of wine from the waiter and drinking it down.
His eyes flickered, and he looked at Baron Larence with a smile on his face: "I don't think you want Larence to suffer a catastrophic disaster after tonight, right?"
"Whatever you want to do, or whatever you want to do." Lefebvre-Laurence grinned slightly, revealing a somewhat disgusted expression, "It's best if you don't get caught with evidence."
"So, has Lawrence made his choice?" Baron Skye frowned slightly. "I want to remind you that the directors of the Chamber of Commerce are very dissatisfied with the recent contraction strategy of the Lawrence family. Igor was the first to vote against it..."
"That's because you killed Fran Igor and usurped their internal power before the next generation of Igor grew up." Baron Larence interrupted him and said, "You don't think Larence will be so easy to deal with, do you?"
"I'll just put it straight to you." He took a step forward and moved closer to Baron Skye, almost shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Larens has long been plagued by the evil spirits of the gray fog, and we have a deep hatred for those things. We have never, and will never, accept that set of heretical theories. Anyone who tries to stop us from thinking this way is our enemy."
Then he arched his shoulders hard, pushing Baron Skye back three steps in a row, forcing him to look up and glare at this side, and then he showed a satisfied smile: "If you don't believe me, you can try it, Morrison."
"Try to see which one has more of your airships or my cannons."
Not long after Baron Larence left the side hall, a silver-gray classic sedan stopped at the door.
Seeing Gunter coming in, Berentan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately stood up to greet him: "...Why did you want to come to a place like this?"
My impression is that this second brother always hates this kind of crowded scene.
"Let me take a look..." Gaunt said absentmindedly.
"What's wrong?" Berentin patted him on the shoulder. "Hey brother, this really doesn't look like you."
Gaunt glanced at him and suddenly remembered the romantic anecdotes about him that were widely circulated in celebrity circles.
It is said that he has an entire villa to store all kinds of dresses and jewelry, and every time he hooks up with a girl he takes her there to choose.
With such a grand ceremony and the target being a prince, even girls from noble families would inevitably be moved, so Berentin always succeeded. After separating from him, those girls couldn't even bear to say bad things about him.
"Berentan."
"Ok?"
"How do I know if I'm interested in a girl?"
Seeing Berentin's mouth opening wider and wider, Gunter quickly regretted: "Just pretend I didn't ask - forget that sentence, now!"
"No, this is so interesting!" Berentan laughed a few times, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and began to analyze the matter in detail.
"Is she pretty?"
"Not bad, isn't it..."
"How did it feel to see her?"
"I'm happy... but I'm not sure if it's because of me... or if I just think she's very capable from a job perspective."
"Oh, that means you have at least made a good start." Berentan seemed to have thought of something and became even more excited.
"In my opinion, you definitely have feelings."
"Are you sure—"
"Of course, you can't question this."
"But I think—"
"You haven't had even one experience in all these years. Think about other girls, huh? They don't even have the ability to make you ask such a question, right? I think this already explains the problem..."
"But--"
"Stop talking, brother. If you really can't tell the difference, you can try to feel jealous."
"envy?"
"Yes... For example, if she was being intimate with another man and you felt uncomfortable, then it was definitely not wrong."
……
At the same time, in the back hall of the royal court, a burly figure strode into the hall door and half-knelt in front of the throne on the straight bright red carpet.
"I'm back, father."
"I come to ask you to withdraw your appointment."
After a long while, the old man on the throne slowly spoke.
"Naris..."
"You know that's impossible."
“But I knew it was a wrong decision.”
The burly figure suddenly raised his head, revealing Naris's scarred face.
“Take it back!”
"You are still my father! I am still your subject!"
"otherwise……"
"How about——"
The old man suddenly stood up, and his already long and narrow shadow extended again, almost encompassing Naris' entire body.
The huge pressure was like a mountain, and sweat immediately began to seep out of Naris' forehead.
"Since I took this position, you are the first person who dares to say directly that I am wrong, Naris."
"Indeed, now that Sols's Second Division has not returned, the garrison of Wayne Port is more than enough to defend against some dirty guys, but it is more difficult to deal with your Third Division. Even if we take into account the Flint Knights and the Treeman's army, the result is hard to predict. This is your best chance to force me to surrender..."
"I'm doing this for Sarah! Father!"
Not daring to let him continue speaking to accumulate power, Naris stood up suddenly and stared at Sarah VII.
"I know what your trump card is..."
"But it should be difficult to move now! All the parts and energy are insufficient! You can't use it to enforce your will!"
"so what."
"So...so..."
Naris half-closed his eyes, somewhat doubting his calmness.
Since he has threatened him like this, shouldn't he raise the sun and suppress everything again?
Why is there still no response...
Could it be that it is just as little Sharcons said, that thing cannot be moved for the time being?
"Oh, right!"
On the other side, Berentin suddenly approached Gaunt.
"He asked me to tell you that he has something else he wants to talk to you about in private."
He gestured towards the back hall and reached out to help the second brother straighten his collar.
"We don't get this kind of treatment...it seems like he really thinks highly of you."
At the same time, a stretched sedan with four or five scratches on its body slowly drove into the atrium from the side door.
"This damn place is too big... it's really too big..."
Darent kept shaking his head and complaining.
"This is the only road without any guards... I hope we are on the right path..."
Chapter 127 Gunshot
In the Royal National Library of Wayne Port, Nian Lun was still wearing the clothes he wore when he met Hitzfeld. He was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window on the ninth floor, carefully examining a report.
"A large number of members disappeared for no reason... How could this happen?"
"The news is true, Your Majesty." Asfen knew what she wanted to ask and answered in advance: "We have confirmed ten times that those brothers and sisters did not reincarnate as seeds. They just disappeared - suddenly abandoned everything and disappeared on the spot."
"I didn't feel anything at all." Nian Lun's tone was very surprised. He turned to ask him, "The root network didn't react either?"
"No, otherwise they would have noticed it right away."
"That's what happened...how many people are there in total?"
"342."
"This is already the number of an army," said Nianlun. "It will really cause me trouble... Have you asked the diocese? Could it be that Senar mobilized them with my warrant?"
After all, it's a large army besieging the city, so it makes sense to draw some treeman warriors to help guard it.
"We have communicated with His Majesty Senar, and he is very sure that it was not him who did it."
"Give this matter the highest priority," Nian Lun said, "Notify all brothers and sisters to search the area as quickly as possible. It must be resolved before dawn."
"As ordered."
"Also...what's going on with Aisuen?"
"Should have been in the Security Bureau."
“That’s good.” Nian Lun breathed a sigh of relief. “Xiasha Imaer is about to learn the truth. No matter what choice she makes next, it will be the worst match between these two.”
"It seems that you value her very much."
"Of course, it's very rare to find a God Devourer who can control his power, not to mention that the eye is related to the Ancient God... What's going on with Doris?"
"According to the feedback from the Internet, I just helped Villefort escape from prison."
"Where are they going?"
"The driving direction is White Shadow Palace."
"Oh..." Nian Lun fell back on the chair somewhat exhausted and closed his eyes.
"Please cheer up." Asfen reminded her, "The current situation shows that the old king's party and the sunflower are undoubtedly planning to make a move. If they can't keep Lawrence out of it, they can't delay it until the next Eternal Night."
"With the power that Lawrence can provide, it will only take three days at most to prepare all the parts of the 'Eye of God'." Nian Lun said softly, "Yes... I also know that we can't delay any longer..."
"So you should cheer up." Asfen nodded, "Now is the time for you to lead us to reverse our fate."
"Destiny?" Nian Lun paused and suddenly looked at him.
"Asfen."
"Your Majesty."
"What do you think my mother meant by naming you this?" she asked, a bombshell question. "Did she see this coming? Was it her way of telling me to side with the poplars instead of the oaks?"
Asfen was not a puppet that was resurrected by her.
It was carved by her mother, a person named Annual Ring.
"This... I don't know the correct answer." Asfen spread his hands, "Maybe she just thinks this name sounds better."
"You're kidding me."
