"Hello, Margaret, I'm here to see Lord Rowling and come to see you."
After opening the door, looking at the dark room with only a faint candlelight, as if a gust of wind could completely plunge the place into darkness, Alama said with a smile.
Through those eyes that saw the night as well as the day, Alama saw that in the dark quiet room, the walls were covered with huge squirming demon eyes. Their roots were intertwined with each other, forming a patch of dark red blood. The net is like the bloody lair where Aglan houses the angels.
In the darkness, as the magic eye blinks, the light spots flashing against the firelight make the quiet room even more charming. Besides Alama, there is another person who can appreciate this beautiful scene, and that is. Margaret in the Quiet Room.
While greeting Margaret, Alama did not forget to shake her flowing blond hair, releasing her unique charm.
"You are a celebrity now. During this period, I have heard many people mention you. Even the Lord of Vita City has asked me many times about your preferences." In the darkness, Margaret's plain voice came the sound of.
"It's just that the necromancers have only now understood how powerful I am. If you follow me to the underground world, you will understand how widely my name has spread."
Alama said without humility. As he spoke, he walked into the quiet room where Margaret was.
As Alama walked in, several demonic eyes immediately surrounded him, and even several demonic eyes appeared in the void in the room.
"Hey, how are you doing recently? I brought you a gift."
Alama gently stroked one of the magic eyes, gently ran his fingers across the elastic eyeball, and greeted with a smile. Looking at the magic eye in the quiet room, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing the nearby magic eyes swaying their bodies, as if they were completely attracted by the words, Alama showed a confident smile: "Let me find where it is? Is this it?"
He took out a bag of spring water.
"Oh, it's not this. This is the spring water of Huantong Spring. You can't drink it at all, but it can be used to cleanse the body."
Following Alama's words, a few demon eyes showed regretful eyes, some of them showed shy eyes, and the remaining demon eyes showed resentful eyes, seeming to be satisfied with his behavior.
"Then...is this it?"
Alama's gaze swept across the nearby magic eye, and he spoke in a longer tone. What finally appeared in his hand was a huge, bloody, shriveled eyeball.
Looking at the research piece, Margaret's eyes changed instantly. All the nearby magic eyes kept cheering and jumping for joy at this moment. Although they could not speak, they could use their bodies to form waves of undulating waves. Waves of magic eyes came to express the joy in Alama's heart.
"That's the whole thing! You will have a new companion soon. This is the eyeball that belongs to the One-Eyed King. I spent a lot of effort to make the Blood Angel understand what I meant, and then I brought it back!"
Following Alama's words, the originally huge, dry eyeball seemed to begin to inflate from the inside at this moment, becoming twice as big as his head in the blink of an eye.
"Welcome your new member."
After completing all this, Alama released the hand that had been holding the huge eyeball. Under the gaze of many magic eyes, the huge eyeball in Alama's hand seemed to wake up, slightly moving the pupils in it, and finally looked into the darkness. Margaret's figure immediately disappeared into the void.
After doing all this, Alama was also unanimously supported by the magic eyes. They surrounded Alama in the middle and kept jumping towards the body of the sorcerer.
"Okay, little guys, I'm really flattered by your enthusiasm." Hearty laughter came from Alama's mouth again. He hugged the nearby magic eye, and finally fell into one that was bigger than others. In the giant magic eye.
"Alama, where did you get that one-eyed king's eyeball?"
Margaret's inquiry came from behind, and Alama replied nonchalantly: "Of course the angels collected it conveniently. What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Of course I like it. It's just... none of the ritual materials required by Lord Rowling mentioned the need for Cyclops eyes."
"What does it matter? As long as you and your little cutie like it, are you worried that those Cyclops will come for revenge?" Alama shrugged and said.
"I admit that you have a talent that I can't match when it comes to creating the Demonic Eye. I remember that in the beginning, in order to create the Demonic Eye of the Void, I did not hesitate to plunge myself into darkness. Only then did I make a breakthrough, but you were able to create it while talking and laughing. But if you do this, it will affect Lord Rowling's plan..." Margaret seemed to have thought of something and let out a sigh.
"I promise you, this will not affect the plan. I have collected all the materials Lord Luo Lin needs for her. Will this still affect it?" Alama asked while stroking the magic eye next to her.
"Alama, you have to know that the most powerful moment for a heterogeneous creature is when no other creature has ever seen it, and all its abilities are unknown. Although you have completed Lord Rowling's mission, you have also let your Angels are exposed to the eyes of other creatures. Will they be able to win so easily next time?" Margaret's eyes were full of worry.
Alama came to the blind old woman with a smile, and gently held her hand with wrinkled skin: "I know you care about me, and I have felt your heart. What I want is to create the most perfect Creatures, and that is also the deepest wish of all magicians. If my angels are so easily targeted by the enemy, it only means that they are not perfect at all. Rather, I would rather have someone do it. To this point, because then I can make them one step closer to perfection.”
Margaret seemed to be moved by Alama's words. She wanted to hold Aglan's hand, but in the end she let out a deep sigh: "Actually, a powerful sorcerer like you, no matter who he turns to... If you serve the lord, you will receive generous treatment, and you can choose the women in the territory. Why would you choose me? Look at my skin, it is even drier than tree bark, and I don’t even have eyes..."
Alama felt the hesitation in Margaret's heart, but he just smiled and said: "Because only a magician can understand another magician. Do you want a perfect body? That is very simple. thing. But love, that’s not simple.”
(End of chapter)
